Caden&Nicolas - Part 2 - Conquering Fear - Sex Stories

Caden&Nicolas - Part 2 - Conquering Fear

... each other’s penises as we changed quickly, tossing aside dirty underwear for a fresh pair and slip on some jeans. The difference now, though, is that we’ve gone beyond that. I’ve held him in my hands, held him in my lips, kissed him in ways that I still can’t figure out if I should have or not. Pulling up the zipper to my jeans, I let him know that I’m decent. He doesn’t answer. Doesn’t say a word. I stalk my way to the door, rap my hands on it several times, calling his name. Nothing. So I turn the unlocked knob, push on the wood, and find him standing in front of my mirror, completely naked, his face destroyed by tears. “I love you, Caden,” he says, then collapses, and I hardly have enough time to leap forward. We smash into the floor and he wraps himself against me, throwing his hands around my neck and lacing his fingers in my hair. “I love you. I know I’m being childish, but I do.” “I…” I try, but I can’t say anything back. Partly because a cat stole my tongue and partly because he smashes his mouth against my own. - Nicolas James Earnhart – At this point everything is methodic. Smile at his mother, wave to her as you throw open your door. Look over, see Carson playing on his video game in his lap. Call him champ, mess up his hair, push yourself to your feet. Start to walk away, then stop. Look at his window in the passenger seat, watch him stare with wide eyes until his phone buzzes by his side and he looks away. I start to wave when he pulls his gaze up but it’s ...

... just long enough for him to say, “Leave, Mom,” then his thumbs speed at a hundred miles an hour against the glass of his phone. It’s enough to break it. Mrs. Smith looks at me with quizzical eyes. She’s puzzled, confused. She should be. I am too. As they back away Caden finally looks at me again, flashes a half-smile though his eyes scream agony. He wiggles a couple fingers at me, then goes back to his phone. Seconds later my pocket vibrates. I pull my phone out, see the text from Caden. “Hey,” he’s said. “Hi,” I text back. Head inside. Walk up the steps that lead to the front door. Stop to read another text. “I’m sorry.” “I know,” I type as I walk through the door. Mom’s in the kitchen, baking cinnamon rolls. She tells me Dad’s on the back porch cleaning the kill from the night before. Tells me that we’re having venison for supper tonight. I shake my head, frown, open another text. “I love you.” Heart breaks, can’t do this in front of her. “I’ll be in my room,” I say, then type, “Me too.” Nothing big, nothing fancy, hopefully he’ll understand. I’m hurt. “You’re hurt,” is all he says back. “I am.” Open my bedroom door, shed myself of clothing till I stand in a pair of boxer briefs, his boxer briefs. I didn’t take a second pair last night, didn’t want to wear mine dirty, didn’t expect to stay over like I had. My mind races. Stepping out of the bathroom, curling next to him. “I’m scared,” I admit to him, and he says, “I am too.” Flesh to flesh. Being in his mouth, having him in ...