Caden&Nicolas - Part 3 - Truths - Sex Stories

Caden&Nicolas - Part 3 - Truths

... my cum spirts out once into his throat then drizzles out over my head and into the insides of his lips. “No more,” I gasp and moan and groan and beg him as he pulls away. “But kiss me, one last time.” Caden does, and he presses his lips to mine and I taste exactly what the two of us are in a single gulp. LATER THAT NIGHT We’re at my house for once. He’s locked our doors, “As a precaution,” he said. “I don’t want your father to just bust in on us.” “He won’t,” I assured him. “He has absolutely nothing to do with me.” “Shhh,” he said and pulled me to my bed. Together we fell beneath the covers pulled tight against our chests. Now he takes a hold of my hand and says, “Close your eyes.” I do. “I just want to talk. Nothing more. No movements, no activity, just talking. Okay?” “Okay,” I say to him. “What about?” “Why do you love me?” “Because,” I say. “You are everything, Caden. You held me when I was weak at every moment of my life. You are the reason I live today, the reason I haven’t given up, the reason I keep myself from giving up.” “Giving up? What do you mean?” “Caden…” I say, my voice trailing off. Okay, I think to myself, I have to tell him. “Caden, I can’t. I can’t tell you.” DAMNIT! I scream in my head. GODFUCKINGDAMNIT! “Baby,” Caden’s voice is barely audible, shaking almost uncontrollably. “Baby, what happened?” “I’ve never told a single person this,” he says to me and he clings to me and hides his face in my chest. “I can’t talk about it. I don’t want to talk about.” ...

... “Nicolas James,” Caden says easily and wraps his arms around me. “Caden, what happened? Tell me. I need to know.” “Maybe another time,” I say and began to cry. “I’m sorry. I- I can’t tell you now, like I wanted. Please, change the subject.” “Okay.” He doesn’t argue. He just snuggles underneath me, rubs my back, and laces his fingers through my hair… - CADEN RAY SMITH - “I love you because you bring the beast out of me,” I say to him. “I love you because you are the part of me that I’ve always had missing, even when you were right by my side. I love you because you trust me openly and honestly, because you didn’t give up on me when I had my doubts. I love you because you love me, because you want to spend every living second with me, because you kiss me when I least expect it and because you really are the best thing I’ve ever held, the best thing I’ve ever felt, the best thing I’ve given my soul to. “Do you remember the day you came out to me,” I ask him, and he nods his head. “Do you remember the look on my face when you told me, that look of total shock like I didn’t know what the hell was coming?” “I remember?” “You hit me with this thing that totally pierced my gut. I didn’t know what to do or what to think or what to say. But you were my best friend, my brother, and what else could I say but, ‘Okay?’” “I don’t know.” “Later that night you came to my house. You stayed in my room, you slept in my bed, and you curled against me. Did you know that?” “I…did I?” “You did. And ...