Disclaimer: I don't own Drake and Josh.
May, 27 – 2003
Ok then. Since Drake isn't talking about it I'm gonna write it down.
We kissed! Yep, that's it! We K-I-S-S-E-D.
Last week, while we were on the couch talking after the gig.
He thinks I don't know but I do. He drank after the gig and was kind of tipsy when we arrived home but he was still cool and coherent so I thought it was ok.
Then things got out of control. He leaned in and said 'Josh', just that. And I was like 'Yeah?' and then he didn't say anything else, he didn't explain himself, he didn't stop. He straddled me and when I questioned what he was doing he leaned in with his hands on my chest and was all 'shhhhh' on me.
That was when we kissed.
At first only our lips were brushing slightly and then I opened my mouth in awe because I was really surprised. This was when I felt his tongue slipping all the way down my throat.
Now, I'm not gonna lie. I liked it. It felt good and I didn't think of the fact that he's my brother. He was there, on top of me, kissing, and I wanted more.
He pulled me near and deepened the kiss. Our crotches were grinding. I knew I should have stopped him.
But I didn't.
'It's ok baby, don't worry. Just loose yourself,' he murmured.
He motioned to open my fly. I could've told him to stop but instead I lifted my hips so he could pull my pants down freeing my full desire.
He grabbed my cock and looked into my eyes. 'You like this, don't you?' What could I say? It was so good I was seeing stars. He stroked me, the way only boys know what it's like. I pushed myself into his fist, his thumb rubbing over the slit. My brain went numb. I nearly died.
J.N.
p.s. I don't want to be gay. I don't know if I can handle this.
Thank you.