Oz layed in bed, his thoughts constantly plagued by what he had seen the other night when he had watched Gil get off while thinking of him. To make it worse, he had his first wet dream because of it. Oz needed to talk to Gil about it but he also had the urge to be with Gil. What would Gil think, Oz wondered. Gil was always there for Oz and Oz wanted to be there for Gil too. But since Gil had never told Oz of his feelings for him, Oz wasn't sure if Gil wanted him to know. He had to go see him. Maybe Gil would let something slip during their conversation.
"Gil, you awake," Oz quietly opened Gil's door as he did whenever he needed to talk to him. By Gil's sudden movement, he was. Oz entered and came to sit on the bed, facing away from Gil who was suspiciously lying there with his coat over him and one hand under it. When Gil had heard Oz's voice he had no time to do anything but throw his coat over himself. He didn't want Oz to know he had been massaging the hard bulge staining the fabric of his pants. His hand remained there but he didn't move it.
"Gil, I need to talk to you about something," Oz said turning toward Gil, noticing the coat and Gil's hand underneath. "What is it, Oz," Gil asked with concern. "Well, I had a dream the other night." "Another nightmare?" Gil asked. "No…uhh…it was different," Oz said lowering his eyes. "I woke up feeling wet." Oh fuck me, thought Gil, Oz had a wet dream and he wanted to talk about it. How was Gil to say no? On the other hand, Gil wasn't sure he would survive the conversation, hard as he was already.
"Oz I can't talk to you about this." Gil said with finality. "Ahhh, come on Gil. You are the only person I would talk to about this," Oz whined. Gil sighed heavily and responded, "fine, go ahead." "So when I woke up all wet it was…you know…where." As he spoke, Oz intently observed the man lying before him. Oz noticed that his arm was moving ever so slightly. Gil couldn't help it, he had to rub himself. Though if he was careful, Oz wouldn't notice. Unfortunately, Gil had a vivid mind. Oz started to feel hard too, knowing what Gil was really doing.
"I was panting and sweaty when I woke up," Oz continued on. He watched as Gil slammed his head back on the bed and closed his eyes. "Do you know what I mean Gil?" Oz said innocently. "Oh God yes," was the response that Gil hadn't intended on saying aloud. Oz's plan was working. If he could get Gil worked up then he could be with him. For his first time, Oz didn't want anyone else but Gil to be his teacher. Gil's moment of weakness was Oz's chance to move things to the next level.
He slipped his hand under Gil's coat and over Gil's own hand as it moved. "Oz!" Gil gasped. "Ahh, come on Gil," Oz said cheerfully, "I want to. I know how you feel about me so let me be a part of it." "Oz, you don't know what you are saying," Gil argued. "You're right. At least not until you show me." Gil narrowed his eyes on Oz, "If we do this, really do this, then you have to promise to stop me if I hurt you in any way." "Okay," Oz smiled.
Gil unfastened his pants and pulled them down past his hips exposing his hard erection. Then he grasped it and slowly started moving his hand up and down. He focused on Oz's expression of pure fascination as Oz watched Gil stroke himself. All too soon, Gil saw Oz instinctively press his own hand to himself, shifting uncomfortably. Gil sat up, positioned Oz so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed, then Gil dropped to his knees on the floor. Gil pulled up Oz's night shirt and carefully wrapped his hand around Oz. Oz shuddered.
"Look at me Oz," Gil demanded, "watch me." Then Gil took Oz into his mouth. That wet hot sensation felt so good to Oz that he moaned softly. Their eyes remained locked on one another until Gil sucked harder causing Oz to squeeze his eyes shut. Gil had to take it slow knowing Oz would not last long. He couldn't lose control. "Oh Gil…" Oz moaned and squirmed, gripping Gil's head and thrusting his hips toward Gil's mouth. More…more… Oz's mind screamed.
Gil stopped. "Gil please," Oz whined, but Gil removed his pants completely and moved Oz to the middle of the bed. Oz looked at Gil pleading, confused. Gil slowly lowered himself between Oz's legs as he bent Oz's knees up. Then, with Oz watching and aching, he sucked on two fingers before slowly inserting one into Oz. Oz stiffened and shock covered his face. Gil didn't give Oz time to feel much pain, replacing it with pleasure from his slow in and out movements. It didn't take Oz long to find that he loved the feeling of being filled like that so the second finger didn't hurt as badly. "Oh Gil," Oz cried out, "it's so good, Gil."
Gil was quick to withdraw his fingers and replace them with his hard cock after moistening it with his spit. Sliding into Oz almost broke Gil's control, he was so tight. He desperately willed himself to not thrust too deeply and hurt Oz. Oz was feeling so full and the fire burning inside his body was so tantalizing that he barely heard Gil's plea. "Oz… you must tell me before…you… come." "Please Gil…make the ached stop…please," Oz begged breathlessly. Gil thrust faster and just a bit deeper. "Oh yeah…right there…" Oz screamed. Oz bucked his hips toward Gil's movements, squirming beneath him until suddenly his body tensed. Gil felt it and reached to hold Oz's hard cock while continuing to thrust. Oz screamed wildly as the liquid squirted out of him and dripped down Gil's fingers. Gil slowed his thrusting as Oz's body shuddered and he rode out his climax. Tender, sated eyes locked with golden satisfied ones.
Gil eased out of Oz and layed down next to him, gathering Oz in his arms. He kissed Oz's forehead then said, "Are you alright?" "Yeah, I…I think so." Though Gil didn't get his release, he was satisfied that Oz did. "You might be sore tomorrow," Gil said already feeling guilty. Oz chuckled and snuggled into Gil's arms, "Then next time I'll have to make you sore." Next time, Gil thought to himself, I can't wait. Neither said anything else, letting sleep consume them.