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his throat. He didnt pull off til I started to get soft.
It was now totally dark outside. We lay in each others arms, kissing slowly, tasting, savoring. Juless erection pushed into my hip. The previous sense of urgency was gone, but I wasnt done being horny. My cock never went past half-hard.
“What about your mom?” Jules asked.
“She wont be back til after the fireworks are over.”
Jules leaned in and our lips and tongues met again. Id always liked kissing, but never more than with Jules. He knew what he wanted. Not unlike the finger circling my entrance. He broke the kiss, and our eyes locked. No words were said, but I let my legs fall open. A single digit pushed in, lubricated only by my own sweat. It was a confusing sensation; I wanted it both gone and to go deeper at the same time. Jules worked his finger in slowly. When he hit my prostate, I jumped a little.
“Oh,” I sighed.
I was in uncharted territory. Id known it was there, what it did, but Id never dared to venture so far.
“I want….”
“Yes,” I answered his unfinished question.
Jules rolled off the bed, found his jeans on the floor, and got out his wallet. He dug out two slim packages: condom and lube. A different brand than what he used to carry, back years ago. I pulled my legs up in that pose of submission. He opened me even more carefully than hed once taught me. He knew when I was ready. His cock drove into me, maddeningly slow. It was both uncomfortable and exciting. Jules watched me with an intense concentration.
“So full,” I gasped.
He pulled out almost completely, then pushed back, a little faster this time.
“Please fuck me,” I urged him.
It was utter surrender, far beyond just sex. I was giving up control. It was more terrifying than letting the whole neighborhood know I was queer. It was also incredibly freeing. Jules was pounding my ass harder and harder. The whimpering sounds I made wouldve been embarrassing, if I couldve given a damn.
I was startled by the first loud whistle until it bloomed into a loud explosion: the fireworks had started. Jules and I broke into a laugh at the same moment at the silliness of it. Our laughs turned into rough groans in the messy eruptions of our orgasms. Yeah, I know, its corny as hell, but there were actual fireworks going off when Jules and I made love for the first time. So sue me.
We lay there, sweaty and drained, and watched the tail end of the show through the window. I pushed myself up on an elbow, but it was Jules I wanted to get a better look at. He looked back, smiling. There was that tightness in my chest and silent panic in my belly again. This time I recognized it for what it was.
“I love you so fucking much,” I said.
Juless expression changed, got softer. More naked. He reached up to brush his fingers over my face. “You big sap. I think Ive loved you since I first laid eyes on you.”
“You were four!”
“Yeah. So?”
“You little perv.”
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O THERE you have it. When Jules went back to Chicago two days later, I went with him. I didnt mind staying out of Buford til the whole tongue-wagging died down. Now, that was over five years ago, and the story of how Luke Burke went queer all of a sudden on one Fourth of July still comes up, but thereve been other, more recent things to gossip about. Like the story of Marcy, the Wilkinsons daughter, showing up in one of those Girls Gone Wild videos. Or the other story about one of the high school jocks causing himself a serious crotch injury trying to copy a Jackass stunt. Life goes on.
We still go back to Buford every summer for the big party in the Reids backyard. The five of us always find time to sit around and shoot the shit. We talk about our jobs, families, and stuff. Jons married too, by now. We joke around about which one of them will go queer next. They wont; they are as hetero as one can reasonably get. Certain past events notwithstanding. Somebody did innocently bring up Kevs bachelor party last summer. All of us guys just