"No, just one boy."
17
Judson
I knew I was gay when I was twelve and my heart suddenly started beating faster every time Sky was around. Even though I was confused about all the changes happening to my body, I knew one thing. I loved Skyler West.
That became my secret. And within the safety of my secret thoughts, I often allowed myself to dream.
What would it be like to be held by Sky? Not when we were messing around, but if he really wanted to just hold me close.
What would it be like to kiss him? Feel his lips on mine? Taste him?
My eyes are still closed, and I'm too scared to do or say something that will make him take it back.
He kissed you first. Sky kissed you first.
"Fuck it," I say and go in for another kiss. Whatever is happening right now, one thing's for sure. I want to go home with the taste of Skyler West imprinted on my brain.
It starts with small tentative kisses as if we're learning each other.
I always thought if I ever kissed Sky, it would be over so quickly that I'd need to take all I could with one kiss.
But no. Every time I try to deepen it, he slows down.
Sky's lips are so soft, and every time he opens his mouth slightly, I feel his warm breath.
This is so fucking frustrating. I want to do things to him with my tongue. How the fuck am I supposed to taste him?
He pulls back again, but he puts his finger over my lips. I take the message. He doesn't want me to talk and ruin the moment.
Fine.I smile against his finger and then suck it into my mouth without breaking eye contact.
The growl coming from his chest makes me feel so goddam powerful.
His eyes darken, and then his mouth is on mine again, but this time, he gives me everything I want.
I wrap my arms around his shoulders and grab his hair to keep him close. He's not fucking going anywhere until I've had enough, and that could be a long time.
"Jud," he moans, but I swallow it with another kiss. His exploring tongue plays with mine.
I have my answer now. Skyler West tastes divine. Like holy perfection.
How am I ever going to kiss another guy without thinking how much they don't taste like Sky?
Fine, I'll become a monk.
My sudden laugh breaks us apart.
"Okay, I know for a fact my kissing game is on point, so what's funny?" he asks.
I shake my head. "You don't want to know. Also, who says you can stop kissing me?"
When I think we can't get any closer than we are, Sky picks me up so I end up with my legs around his waist.
"Oh, you have good ideas,” I say and go back to kissing him.
He’s walking us somewhere, but I don't care. As long as he avoids stepping on my lucky rock, that's all that matters.
