Chapter 4: My Brother, My Best Friend, My Boyfriend
Josh trembled with nervous excitement as Drake led him up the familiar stairway to their bedroom. As evidenced by the growing tent in his trousers, Josh was ready, willing and more than able for what lie ahead. But Josh was also anxious. Drake had apparently wanted this for more than a year, so Josh feared disappointing Drake.
Drake removed his bow tie as he and Josh passed through the doorway to their sanctuary from the outside world. Once inside, Josh began to close the door behind him until Drake reminded him that they were home alone until tomorrow afternoon.
"Yeah, we are," Josh responded, followed by a chuckle and wide smile.
Drake led Josh to their old couch, sat him down and gave Josh a brief kiss, which was followed by a series of kisses - each one a little longer and more passionate than the one before it. After about six or seven kisses (Drake lost count), Drake now had one hand on the back of Josh's head and one hand creeping underneath Josh's shirt. Once Drake's hand reached its destination - Josh's firm right nipple - he tweaked it gently.
No one, including himself, had ever teased Josh's nipples. It was a new and very arousing sensation, heightened each time Drake delicately bit Josh's lower lip, causing Josh to involuntarily, but softly squeal in delight.
Now was the time, Drake determined. He had to touch … no feel … Josh's manhood. Drake smoothly moved his hand from under Josh's shirt to his belt buckle. Drake figured if he could undo a bra with one hand, a belt buckle shouldn't be much of a challenge.
Once Josh's belt was undone, Josh instinctively raised himself slightly so Drake could slide his pants down. Drake then removed his other hand from the back of Josh's head and quickly tore down the blue denim barrier, bringing Josh's boxer shorts along for the ride.
Even in the dim light, Drake could see that Josh's penis was literally throbbing. It was pretty big, too … it must have been concealed all this time by the baggy pants Josh liked to wear. Drake thought Josh should "advertise" the goods like he did and wear tight pants. But despite his significant weight loss, Josh was still self-conscience about his body. However, Josh was not self-conscious now … not with Drake.
With Josh's pants no longer an obstacle, Drake sat down next to Josh, very close. Drake took a big breath and started kissing Josh again while simultaneously caressing Josh's penis and scrotum. Mindy had touched Josh's penis before, but it never felt like this. Plus, Mindy never caressed or massaged his balls like Drake was doing.
Josh felt like his body temperature was literally rising. Then Drake wrapped his hand around Josh's pulsating penis and slowly stroked it while softly nibbling on Josh's lower lip. Drake's hand felt so warm … no, so hot … around Josh's dick. Josh started breathing heavily, almost panting. Josh then began to feel that familiar feeling … but more intense than ever before.
"You better slow down," Josh yelped. But Drake ignored Josh's request, continued stroking and buried his tongue as deeply into Josh's mouth as he could. "Oh … oh, no … this is it," Josh cried, with his voice getting a little louder with each word. Josh then gasped and powerfully erupted into Drake's hand while their tongues wrestled fiercely.
Now actually panting, Josh apologized, "Oh god … I'm sorry."
"Sorry … for what?"
"I … I came so fast," Josh replied, looking away from Drake.
"No apologies necessary, Joshy … I think it's awesome and take it as a compliment that I got you so worked up that you couldn't hold back any longer."
"Really," Josh said with a small smile.
"Really … anyway, you'll last longer next time … and being 18 … you should be ready for next time in a few minutes," Drake said, trying to soothe his new lover.
"I think I'm ready now," Josh replied, looking down at his still erect penis. Drake then lustily gazed at Josh's stiff member and replied with a grin, "Yeah, sure looks that way."
"Let me help you out of that tuxedo before it gets … soiled," Josh suggested.
"You mean soiled again," Drake answered, turning around and exposing a milky stain on one pant leg, which caused both boys to laugh.
Drake unbuttoned his shirt while Josh removed Drake's tuxedo pants and underwear. "Wow," Josh thought, Drake sure has a sexy body. Drake might be a little short or thin for some people … but he was perfection in Josh's eyes. And the hair … oh, the hair … Josh remembered loving the way it bobbed up and down when Drake was bouncing on Robbie Carmichael's sit and bounce. That was so damn adorable. Josh had almost melted and forgave Drake right then and there despite being "done" with Drake.
The tuxedo, the rose, and Drake's unselfish focusing on Josh's pleasure during their lovemaking made Josh realize how special Drake wanted this night to be for him. Josh knew how rarely Drake put anyone's feelings or pleasure before his own.
While Josh was silently and lovingly gazing at Drake's naked body, Drake asked, "Anything wrong?"
"No," Josh answered. "I was just thinking how lucky … how lucky I am … that how even the worst tragedy can bring about something wonderful." Josh could tell that Drake didn't really get what he was talking about, so he explained, "My mother's death was the worst thing that has ever happened to me … but it led me to the best thing that has ever happened to me … you."
"That's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me … or at least the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me and meant it," Drake responded.
"Oh, I mean it … we were practically strangers five years ago, but you became my brother … then my best friend … and now my boyfriend … my everything … now come here," Josh directed while picking up and carrying Drake like a new bride across the threshold to his … er … their … bed, where they continued their lovemaking until the wee hours.