***WARNING: I know people come to this site to enjoy the content of the erotic stories. But this chapter deals with a lot of stuff in homosexual intercourse that is rarely discussed in a medium like this. Beware! These are some very unpleasant subjects. If you can get past the queasy contents, however, I think the payoff is very satisfying***

Four years, they have known each other. Two years, full of undeniable sexual tension and unstated mutual feelings. A whole year they barely spoke to one another. And now, finally, when it seemed least likely, Woody Anderson and Ethan White were together.

At the moment, the only thing in the way of their relationship was Kimora Gillespie. With enough casual persuasion from Ethan, Woody gathered enough will to ask the girl out to the park where he would, as civilly as possible, break up with her. Still afraid of what she might do to herself after the breakup, given her history of self-inflicting wounds, Woody brought Ethan along for support. There was no way to avoid hurting Kimora’s feelings, but at least if she saw how much they were in love, perhaps she would understand and not feel so badly about herself.

But as always, Kimora surprised Woody.
“Oh my god, that’s so cool,” she said jumping up and down and drawing the two boys into a hug, “I’ve been hoping you two get together!”

“Really?” asked Ethan, “You barely know me…”
“Yeah, but I’ve heard so much from Reed about you two…I was thinking, hmmm, if we should ever break up, I hope Woody get together with Ethan. And he DID!”

“Wow,” said Woody, shaking his head in total awe of how well she was taking it, “You’re just amazing. I’m so glad you’re okay with this.”
Kimora laughed, “I’m more than okay. I’m ecstatic! I mean, this is the best thing in the world.”

Woody thought this was too easy and tried to pinch himself out of the dream, “I’m still sorry that we had to end our relationship…Honestly, it was great the times we spent together, and that night when all we did was talk, I thought it was wonderful. And I hope we can still be friends.”
“Absopositivelylutely!” said Kimora, “I also hope I become friends with you, Ethan.”
“I do too.” Ethan smiled.

Breaking up with Kimora had been a lot easier than Woody had anticipated, and now it was time to tell their friends. Reed Valentine who had a one-way love interest with his best friend was saddened, but not surprised, when he learned of the coupling. The Welling twins were a lot more stunned when they saw Woody kissing Ethan at the comic-bookstore, but they eventually got over the initial shock and seemed genuinely happy for the couple.

For a while, Woody almost thought his parents wouldn’t mind their relationship because his folks never seemed bothered by other gay people. They had many gay and lesbian friends and acquaintances. In fact, when they first learned that Ethan had interests in men, they didn’t think twice about it and still invited him and his family over for dinner every so often. But then again, Ethan and other folks were merely outsiders, so there was no reason for the parents to really care. When it comes to their son, however, the only child they have left on the Earth, they had a bigger opinion about the issue.

“Really Woody?” asked his father, “You’ve always seemed very attracted to girls. Why the sudden change?”
“It’s not a sudden change,” explained Woody, “I’ve had feelings for Ethan for a long time now, and he’s had feeling for me for quite a while too.”

“For how long?” asked his mother, “Since he was going out with your sister…?”
“No! He only thought of me as a little brother then,” said Woody, “He explained it all. It wasn’t until I joined varsity football last year when he started to see me in a different light.”

The father shrugged, “It’s still a bit absurd. He’s in college with a lot of young, attractive people his age, why doesn’t he find someone there?”
“The same reason that you’re five years older than mom,” said Woody, “Because age simply doesn’t matter when it comes to true love.”

“Are you truly in love with him?” asked the mother.
“Yes, I am. I’ve never had feelings like this for anyone before.”

“Are you sure this isn’t just a phase?” asked the father.
Woody rolled his eyes, “Dad, I’m still very much attracted to girls. But it just so happens that I like this one guy, this one man more than any girl out there. And I can’t freakin’ deny it. Tried to, so many times, but I just can’t. It’s just great to be with him.” The more Woody talked, the more that wonderful euphoric feeling surged inside of him, “Please, you are the best parents in the world…I just hope you understand…I hope you approve.”

“Well, I approve,” nodded the mother, “if whatever you got going on with Ethan is actual love, then I approve. Your father just needs time, but I think he’ll come around to it.”

****

Insurmountable pleasure reign their bodies; indescribable thrill ruled their souls. Woody was laying on his side, facing the stark blue wall, his trembling hands gripping the edge of the mattress; if he gripped any harder, his fingers would poke through the fabric. Ethan’s solid, perspiring body was behind him, pummeling the huge manmeat deep in his core, his large hands propping up Woody’s leg, allowing for the efficient ownership and manipulation of his partner’s body.

“Oh, GOD. YEAHHH. Damn, Ethan…oooooooh! You always make me scream like a lil bitch, but it’s fucking great….OOOOOH.” Woody cried out.
“You’re always so tight and warm….God, you feel so great.” Ethan grunted.
“You’re fucking unbelievable….SHIT!” Woody gasped, “….I’m gonnaa…I’m gonna come….Ethan, I can’t hold it in any longer…”

Woody arched his back in an impossible manner, knocking his head against Ethan’s broad shoulders, inhaling the exotic aroma of Ethan’s hair mixed with sweat, as he shot his load onto the wall and mattress. Feeling the inner walls tighten around his rod, Ethan squeezed onto his lover’s thigh, gnawed on his lover’s neck, sighed into his lover’s ears, as he unloaded his love juice into the condom that separated their hot flesh.

A light popping sound as Ethan pulled out of his partner; one of Woody’s least favorite sound in the world, because it meant Ethan was no longer inside him, no longer making love to him, no longer fucking his brains out.

Sliding off the condom, Ethan quickly threw it in the trash by the bed.

Woody shifted around to look into the eyes his wonderful lover, “Damn, Ethan, if I could have you inside me all day…I would.”
“Thanks. If I cum inside you all day, I would,” grinned Ethan, “Hey, do you wanna go take a shower?”

“Nah! I don’t think I have the energy to even get out of bed…” said Woody truthfully.
Ethan insisted, “Well, we should take a shower together,”

“We can do that in the morning. Right now, I just wanna sleep.”
“Come on, it’ll be fun,” said Ethan, “I’ll soap you up. And you can give me sudsy breasts.”

“Ethan, you have no idea what’s it like when you make me cum…it’s so incredible…I can barely think…nevertheless, move an inch of my body...”
Ethan gulped, “Alright, I guess we can take a shower in the morning.”

Woody sniffed the air twice and laughed, “Did you—did you fart?”
Ethan blushed but didn't say anything as he flipped on the TV.

But as the smell continued to linger for more than ten minutes…

“It still stinks. What’s that smell?” Woody cringed as the repugnant scent continued to attack his nostrils.
“Nothing, don’t worry about it,” Ethan said, as he quickly moved the trashcan further away from the side of the bed.

Curious, Woody leapt off the mattress and peered down at the content of the trashcan. He gasped in horror and disgust at his finding. Above the layer of banana peel, some wads of paper, and a can of Pepsi, the high school boy saw the recently disposed condom…it was caked with brown elements…

“Oh, my fucking God. That’s fucking gross. I can’t believe I’m that disgusting….SHIT!” Woody backed against the nearest wall in repulsion. Immediately he understood why Ethan suggested him to take a shower. The more he thought about it, the queasier his stomach became. Putting a hand over his mouth, he broke through the bedroom door, ran down the hallway into the bathroom, barely had time to lift up the toilet seat and expelled the contents of his stomach into the basin.

Ethan followed him into the bathroom, “It’s alright, Sherwood. It happens sometimes. It’s no big deal.”

“No big deal!?” Woody wiped his mouth of the dripping bile, “I’m disgusted in myself. I mean, aren’t you disgusted? There was only a flimsy plastic thing between your cock and my CRAP.” Woody shivered in retrospect, “Damn, I’m gonna puke again!”

“We’ll just practice cleansing methods next time…”
“Next time?” Woody shook his head, “Why...why would you want to put yourself through that again?”

“That’s just a technical difficulty of anal sex that we’ll just have to deal with more carefully from now on. But it’s nothing that would make me love you any less.”

“I wanna take a shower,” Woody sighed.
“I’ll join you,” Ethan offered.
Woody shook his head, “No, please. I don’t feel like being touched. I just feel diseased. I don’t wanna contaminate you more…”

“FI-NA-FREAKIN-LY. YES. I’m done!” exclaimed Ethan, striking the air victoriously, after having printed out his twenty page research paper and stapling it.
Woody said admiringly, “I can’t believe you even took a class that already has you writing that much in the first four weeks of the new semester.”

“Well," chuckled Ethan, "if I want to become an English professor…I gotta prove that I can actually write worth a dang, ya know."
“Well, how long do you have before another monstrously long paper is due?” asked Woody.

“This is actually the longest one. But we’re supposed to build from this paper, and make it at least thirty pages by the end of the semester.”
“Your teacher is insane!”

“He’s challenging, but I think it’s great!” Ethan said, “And I also think it’s great that you’ve been staying overnight here at the library with me for the past two weeks. You have no idea how grateful I am.” Ethan pulled Woody in for a light kiss. When they pulled apart, the college boy claimed, “You know, we’ve never actually been on a date.”
Woody sighed, already missing Ethan’s tender lips. “What cha talking about? We just went out yesterday.”
“Not really. You invited Reed and the twins along. We’ve never been on a date with just the two of us.”
Woody thought. “Well, me staying here with you at the library is kinda like a date.”

“Yeah, I appreciate that so very much. But I wanna thank you for inspiring me to write…I definitely couldn’t have written a better paper without you. I think we should go out to a dinner and a movie to celebrate.”

Woody felt he had already told everyone who needed to know about their relationship—Kimora, because he was dating her; Jimmy, Billy, and Reed because they were his closest friends; and his parents because, well, they were his parents—but Woody didn’t think it was necessary for the whole town to know.

“I’m perfectly happy just to go to your house and spend time there. As long as we know that we’re going out, there’s no reason to…show off our relationship. I don’t see why anyone else has to know about us,” reasoned Woody.

“I know you’re scared, Sherwood,” Ethan said, “I know you’re not ready to be judged by the whole town. I know you’re afraid of what your high school peers would think. But people are going to find out sooner or later, Sherwood, and isn’t it better that you come out at your own time in your own accord, rather than having a rumor gradually leak out without your control?”

“Come out?” Woody snorted, “You sound so serious, as if I’ve been gay my whole life.”
“Valentine Day’s coming up,” Ethan said simply, “I know it’s a Hallmark Holiday and whatnot, but I think it’s a special day for people who are in love. And we are. I love you Sherwood, and I really want the whole world to know that.”

Woody shook his head and shrugged, “If you really want to…alright…we’ll go out.”

So the two made plans to see Modern Times, a black-and-white film starring Charlie Chaplin, at the art cinema. Ethan loved silent films, and Woody thought this was a good idea as well. Not a lot of people, especially high school kids, would go to the art cinema, particularly to watch this kind of classic film. Afterwards, they would go to Sloppy Joe’s which was a semi-fast-food restaurant. Woody assumed that if they sat and ate casually, no one would suspect a thing.

****

Woody weighed the troubling dilemma. On one hand, he wanted so desperately to be fucked by Ethan again. On the other hand, he couldn’t go through the humiliating process of cleansing himself. But having gone more than a week without having Ethan inside him, Woody’s love-chute was aching more than ever, his dick was constantly hard, and his balls were raging on the edge of bursting. In the end, pushing back his pride aside, Woody went to the local drugstore and bought a twin-pack of Fleet Enema.

Woody wanted to surprise Ethan when he got home from work. With the key Ethan had given him, the young man got into the house and went straight to the bathroom, intending to prep himself the best he could, reading the instructions on the box as he eliminated his bowels beforehand.

Opening the box, Woody stepped into the shower and inserted the lubricated tip into his hole and squeezed the bottle’s solution up his rectum. He kept it in for five minutes or so before sitting back on the toilet and expelling the solution.

Making sure he was truly clean, Woody used the second enema bottle. But as he inserted the tip, the young man could feel a mild burning sensation in his intestinal walls and a bit of rashy, itchiness near his inner thigh as the solution dripped down. He continued to fill his cavity for the second time, but the irritation only worsened. Woody could only keep it in for thirty seconds.

Immediately after expelling the solution, Woody jumped back in the shower and tried to wash his reddened skin the best he could.

Knock, knock, knock.
“Hey, Sherwood, you in there?” It was Ethan’s voice.
“Yeah,” Woody answered.
“Can I come in?”
“No, I mean…sure.”

Ethan opened the door and saw the box of enema on the counter, “You cleansing yourself?”
“Yeah, but it fucking stings. How the hell do gay men put up with this every time they want to have clean sex?”
Ethan bit his lips to keep from laughing, “You used the chemicals in the bottle, didn’t you?”

“Of course, what else was I supposed to do?” Woody asked.
“Usually, I would just dump out the solution and fill the bottle with warm water.”
“Oh, fuck. Shit, why don’t they put that on the box?”
“Cause the solution is meant for people with constipation. It'll give you diarrhea if you use too much.”

“What a bitch!” Woody growled, “Why does gay sex have to be so damn difficult? When you fuck a pussy, you just snap on a condom and go after it…but this is fucking stupid!!!”

“I know I shouldn’t be laughing right now,” Ethan chuckled, “But you’re really cute when you get mad like that.”
“Well, keep on laughing,” said Woody, “Cause that’s about all the excitement you’re gonna get all night.”

“That’s where you’re wrong!” Ethan said, yanking off his shirt and unbuckling his belt to pull down his pants. Kicking off his boxers, the college senior hopped into the shower stall and grabbed his boyfriend from behind.

“What are you doing? My gut is rumbling, you know!”
“I know, I know,” said Ethan, kissing his boyfriend’s neck, “But knowing that you were willing to cleanse yourself for me…that’s just incredibly HOT! And I wanna thank you, one way or the other.”

Spinning Woody around until they were face-to-face, Ethan leaned forward for a luscious, wet kiss, backing his partner against the wall, and his hands reaching down to pull at Woody’s quickly hardening cock. The younger man sighed with discontent as Ethan pulled his lips away too quickly, but soon he was moaning in pleasure as Ethan’s tongue now licked down the midline of his body, through the cleavage of his chest, through the rows of Woody’s six-pack, past the navel, until Woody’s hard dick was practically poking Ethan in the eye.

Ethan licked around the base of Woody’s wood, enticing his lover. Drawing his tongue back to the navel, testing Woody’s patience. Then coming back down again, making Woody moan in anticipation. The more Ethan teased at Woody’s cock, jingling his balls, lathering his hands around Woody’s inner thigh, the more precum dribbled out of the high schooler’s cock, the more it twitched, the more Woody grunted yearningly.

And just as Woody was about to open his mouth in complaint, Ethan engulfed Woody’s whole member, so that the only sound that came out of Woody’s mouth was a cry of sheer delight. Up and down, Ethan’s head bobbed along the shaft. Left and right, Ethan’s tongue lapped around the girth. Around and around, Ethan’s hands massaged the reddened part of Woody’s thigh, soothing the irritation away. He did everything with skill, always with purpose, always with care, always making Woody moan helplessly.

The only other person who had pleasured Woody’s cock was Reed Valentine. Reed was great, even fantastic, but what Ethan was doing to him was on a whole new level of greatness, a whole new stratum of pleasure. The pleasure could last forever, could stretch til eternity, could escalate to infinity, but the only problem was, Woody’s mortal body would wear out before it reached that point.

Woody expelled his words between short bursts of breaths, “This is it….Ethan…I have to…I’m gonna…” Gripping onto his lover’s gorgeous brown mane, Woody bucked his hips; his cock jabbing at the upper pallet of Ethan’s mouth, spilling all that he had saved for a week now. Ethan eagerly drank most of what Woody had to offer, and afterwards, stood back up to share some cum with his lover.

“But could you please…could you do me a favor?” Ethan said, pressing his hard penis at Woody’s thigh.
“My butt still itches,” said Woody.
“No, not that.” Ethan said, “I’ve been dying to have your lips around my…”
“I’m no good at it,” said Woody immediately, “You’re better off jerking yourself off.”

“Why are you so sure you’re not good?”
“I’ve experimented with Reed before,” said Woody, “And let’s just say, he was disappointed. And besides, your cock is bigger than his. If I couldn’t swallow his, how can I swallow yours?”

“You don’t have to swallow it whole…”
“Yeah, but still…” Seeing the disappointment on Ethan’s face, Woody pulled him closer for a kiss, “I’m sorry…I really want to, but I also want to make sure you really enjoy it. But in order to do that, I need to practice first…”

“Well, I should start buying you more bananas,” Ethan laughed.

Valentine’s Day

Getting ready for the date, Woody sported faded blue jeans and an ironed orange polo; his dark blonde hair was moussed up in a stylistic way. Slipping on a new pair of blue-and-white sneakers, Woody went outside and sat idly on the porch swing, waiting for Ethan to pick him up in the Chevy truck...the very truck that was the catalyst for their relationship.

Ethan said he would be there by six, and surely enough, the punctual college senior arrived at Woody’s house five minutes til, riding a motorcycle. Woody had to blink several times to see if he was seeing this correctly, but soon concluded that the image was real. Ethan took off his helmet and got off the motorcycle. Woody slowly made his way down the porch and met him in the middle of the lawn.

“Uh…where’s the truck?” Woody asked.
“At the body shop. Some punk went all over it with a bat,” said Ethan.
“Oh, do you know who did it?”
“I have my suspicions…but don’t worry about it,” smiled Ethan, as he presented a bouquet of flowers, “Don’t know which ones is your favorite, so I got a whole variety. There’s bound to be one that’s you like.”

Woody accepted the bouquet and stared at the flowers awkwardly, “I don’t got no favorite. I mean, I’m a guy, what am I supposed to do with flowers? But…but thanks anyway. I’ll bring this in for my mom.” Woody went back into the house and come out thirty seconds later, “So, we’re gonna take my Saturn than?”
Ethan shrugged, “Well, I was thinking the chopper would be cool.”
Woody brought his eyebrows together, “Two guys on a motorcycle…isn’t that a little bit…gay?”

“Not compared to the things we do in my bedroom, honey,” laughed Ethan. “But okay, I know you’re still conscientious about us being seen together. I completely get it. I was exactly like you when I first went out with Ron. I know it’ll take time…so yeah, we can take the Saturn…I’ll just put my bike in your driveway…”

“No, we’ll take the bike,” Woody said, not wanting to upset Ethan on their first date, “Where’s my helmet?”
Ethan grinned widely and handed his date a blue helmet. Strapping it on, Woody hopped on the motorcycle. “Hold on tight,” Ethan said. With a little hesitation, Woody brought his hand around the sturdy waist of his boyfriend. Soon the bike roared and zoomed down the neighborhood street and then veered off onto the main road. Woody had always wanted to ride on a motorcycle (either by himself or with a hot girl holding on behind him), so it was a little disappointing that he wasn’t riding in front at the moment. Woody desperately wanted to enjoy the ride but every time they stopped at an intersection, he could just feel people’s eyes projected on him, almost as penetrating as the eyes he felt during the football games. Woody soon regretted this decision to please Ethan.

When they got to the art cinema downtown and found a place to park, Woody quickly hopped off and took off his helmet and stuffed it in a small compartment underneath the seats. It wasn’t until they were in the empty theatre house that Woody could relax.

The silent movie was one of Ethan and Woody’s favorite films of all time so they enjoyed it thoroughly; laughing out loud so much it hurt their sides and almost coming to tears at the bitter-sweet ending. There were few people in the auditorium, so Woody had no problems holding hands with Ethan in the dark. But when Ethan stretched an arm around Woody’s shoulders, things became uncomfortable again, as Woody stirred around in his seat. Ethan got the hint and pulled his arms back to his side.

After the movie, the couple reloaded the parking meter with quarters and decided to walk two blocks down to Sloppy Joe’s instead of taking the bike. This was better than being seen on the bike again, and as long as they just talked and walked side by side casually to the destination, Woody didn’t have a problem with it. But when he felt Ethan was trying to take a hold of his hand, Woody folded his arms and pretended to scratch his elbow. When they reached Sloppy Joe’s, the couple could read the sign on the window: Valentine’s Day special. For couples, 15% off everything on menu.

They went inside and stood in line behind three couples waiting for a table. When it was their turn to walk to the counter, a waitress asked, “Are you two a couple?”
Ethan looked at Woody, “Your call!”

Woody gulped down dry air and suddenly felt his whole body bursting in flames. The heterosexual couples behind them were definitely staring, so were the other waiters. Woody took in a deep breath and exhaled with a nod, “Yeah, we’re a couple.”
Ethan beamed at Woody’s reply. And soon they were lead to a small heart shaped booth and were asked what they wanted to drink.
“Iced tea with lemon please,” said Ethan.
“Yeah, same for me.”

They were presented with the menus, and Ethan and Woody looked through it, surprised that there was even a hand-held menu at Sloppy Joe’s.
“They really do kick it up a notch on Valentine’s day, don’t they?” Ethan commented. “Wow, I haven’t seen a lot of these stuff on their usual menu before…seafood salad…shrimp cocktail…awesome…”
Woody studied the menu just as curiously, “Hawaiian pizza…I love that.”
“Me too, wanna share a medium?”
“Yeah, sure!”

Apart from the medium pizza, Ethan also ordered a chef salad with the house dressing and Woody ordered a cup of fruit. The pizza was good and their side orders were good, but it was their easily flowing conversation that Woody and Ethan enjoyed most. They began by talking about their favorite parts in Modern Times and moved on to Chaplin’s other movies. And then they talked about the other great silent comedian Buster Keaton, and soon, they moved off the subject of silent film altogether.

“Oh, I’ve been wondering. When I was looking for you around campus to tell you to give Reed his job back, I saw this weird sculpture at the art museum. And the head part looks like yours,” recounted Woody, “Is that you? Did you model for it?”

“You mean the statue of a guy with an android body and a humanoid face?” Ethan shook his head, “Actually, no. I’ve been asked that a lot. It’s actually…um…my cousin, Adam.”

“Oh, you never mentioned that…”
“He and I don’t get along…”
“Why’s that?”
“Nothin’ really. Just personality conflict.”

Ethan suggested they move onto a different subject and proceeded to mention his plan to leave the comic-book business to his father in order to attend a fellowship in English studies at Ashton University’s graduate school.

“That’s freakin awesome.” Woody raised an eyebrow and animatedly relayed his plan on going to Ashton University, as well, for undergraduate studies. However, their exciting prospect of possibly living together in new city next year was cut short when a couple strandling each other stopped by their table.

An ominous shadow fell on Woody’s face, and he looked up to see the big, towering figure and the thick neck and face of Bruce Armstrong, his mortal enemy. And beside him, standing a head and a half shorter, was Ashley Lace, the girl who dumped Woody two years ago.
“Ethan…” Bruce gave a respectful nod to the football idol, and then looked at Woody with less courteous eyes, “Woodchuck, what a surprise,” he smirked, “You two…um…Are you two…?”
“Yes! We’re together.” Woody said shortly.

“Oh…well then…that’s just…groovy…” Bruce laughed.
Ashley said, “Congratulations!”
“Thank you,” nodded Ethan.
“Well, see ya around.” Bruce bent down to kiss Ashley’s forehead, as if to say ‘I’m so glad I’m not gay.’

As they walked off, Woody could hear Bruce and Ashley’s suppressed laughter. “So that’s why he never had sex with me,” Ashley whispered to her tall boyfriend, but loud enough for Woody to overhear.

Ethan heard it as well, “You never had sex with her? Why not? She’s hot!”

Woody sighed and replied, “I dated her after we lost Laurie. Remember how you said my sister was disappointed in me for sleeping around with so many girls? Well…I thought I’d take it real slow with the next person I dated. And that’s the result…she dumped me for that asshole.”
“Is that when you started working out a lot? To try to get even with Bruce?” Ethan asked.

“Yeah, pathetic, ain’t it?”
“Well, you don’t have to worry about me hitting on Bruce," said Ethan, "I’m claustrophobic so having that big a guy on top of me…I’ll feel caved in.”

Woody gave a slight chuckle in appreciation of Ethan’s effort to make the best of the uncomfortable situation. Still, the couple didn’t talk much after that. At least Ethan attempted to keep the conversation going, but Woody’s mind seemed to have disappeared into another world, a world where Bruce and Ashley weren’t glancing at him so mockingly. They quickly finished their pizza and side orders and went to the front to pay, tipping the waitress a generous 25%. As they walked back out into the street, Ethan again tried to take hold of Woody’s hand, but the younger man stuffed his hands down his pocket and prevented that to happen.

“Do you want to want to walk around a little bit, enjoy the cool fresh evening, or go back to my place?” asked Ethan.
“Your place,” sighed Woody.
Ethan bit his lip and nodded slowly, disappointment was all that could be read on his face. But currently, Woody was too much in a daze to notice Ethan's displeasure; all he could think about was how the whole school would know about him and Ethan on Monday. And now, he had to endure another grueling fifteen minutes riding on the motorcycle back to Ethan’s house with everyone staring at them at every darn intersection for every freakin red light.

As they reached the parking meter, Ethan noticed a white note on the black leather seat of the motorcycle and quickened his pace in fear that it was a parking ticket. It quickly became obvious that it was not a parking ticket, but a loose-leaf notebook paper stuck to the seat with clear scotch tape. The note read, “Hoped you guys had a fun date. I know what happened to your truck. Cross the street to find me. Kimora.”

“When did she write this?” wondered Ethan, “She could be anywhere by now.”
“No, I think she’s still over there.” Woody said, pointing across the street to the building with some Chinese characters painted on the glass window, “She’s probably practicing her martial arts.”

And with that, Woody and Ethan crossed the streets at an intersection. They passed under the red and yellow ‘Martial Masters’ sign and ventured into the dimly lit building which smelled of incense and cinnamon. A short man in his fifties with gray hair wearing a karate gi and a black belt came out to greet the couple with a low bow. Ethan and Woody imitated a bow back at him.

“Hello, young spirits. I am Master Lee. What can I help you with?”
“We wish to speak to Kimora,” said Woody, “If she’s here.”
“She is here,” replied the man, “But she is teaching her class. If you would like to wait out here for the next hour. Or,” the man raised an eyebrow, “If you would like to learn the basic of defensive martial arts, we would welcome you to join her class.”

“What is the fee to take the class?” asked Ethan.
“We feel that everyone should know the basics of defensive martial arts. The first class is free of charge to those who are interested.”

Woody looked at Ethan who nodded enthusiastically, “Great. We’ll join the class.”

The man bowed and led them into a tight hallway with many stalls for changing. He gave each a white gi, pants and jacket, and a white belt. Knowing they had wear it in order to enter the class, Woody and Ethan accepted graciously. Each disappeared into their respective stalls to change into their uniforms. Without a mirror, they couldn’t tell how ridiculous they looked or if they were even putting the suit on the right way. So as they stepped back out into the hallway, they gauged each other and laughed a little bit…their first genuine laughter on their date since the movie. They approached each other, slowly, seductively, letting their eyes go slowly up and down the other’s body. Woody bit his lip to suppress an unruly sigh of delight as he saw Ethan’s beautiful golden chest peaking through his partially open gi jacket. And Ethan licked his lips to keep from drooling, very much appreciating how the belt around Woody’s waist accentuated more of his already terrific derriere. It was sheer willpower that they didn’t tear off their uniform and do the nasty right then and there.

When Master Lee came back to see that the two had changed, he led them down the hall and pointed to a door and bowed away. When Ethan opened the door, they could hear the ‘hoo’ and ‘haa’ typical of what they expected to hear in martial art classroom.

“And that,” said Kimora brightly, “are just sounds to make when you want to impress a crowd or intimidate your opponent. But it’ll all come down to your technique in the end, so why don’t you guys work on what I showed you?” She was talking to a dozen kids, the oldest of which was still probably in sixth grade. When Kimora turned to the door, she stared blankly at the couple for a moment, and then spread her lips into a toothy smile, “Oh, hey, you guys. Thanks for coming,” She ran up and bowed to her two guest students and then proceeded to hug each one at a time.

After the proper greeting, Ethan tried hard to not sound intense, "What do you know about what happened to my truck?”
“How did you know it was Ethan’s motorcycle parked outside, anyhow?” asked Woody.

“When I got here, I saw you two walking out of the art cinema, and Ethan was feeding the meter,” explained Kimora, “So I went over to write the note.”

“So do you know who did it?” asked Ethan.

Kimora nodded, “I saw a kid striking your truck with a bat, but he ran away before I could chase after him…I don’t know who he is, but I can give you a pretty good description of him.”
“Well, first, why were you at my place?” asked Ethan.

Kimora rolled her eyes and sighed, “Okay, well. Honestly, I was actually kind of jealous that Woody dumped me for you, so I just wanted to pull a little prank. Intended to spray paint something obscene on your windshield, but when I got there, the little kid was already beating at the tail lights…”

“What does he look like?” asked Woody.

“He was a short Asian kid, with really long back hair…and his black baggy jeans barely fit around his waist, and I think the sneakers he wore were red,” said Kimora, “Do you know any kid in your neighborhood like that?”
Ethan shook his head, “No, but your description is awfully close to that of the guy who stole a stack of comics from my store a few weeks ago…”
Woody supposed. “Do you think he wanted revenge for getting him in trouble?”

“I know I should have told you, Ethan, as soon as I saw it,” said Kimora, “But I thought you would blame me for it. I really hope you guys believe me. You know me, Woody, lying’s not my thing.”
“Well…you did lie,” Woody said, “At first, you said you were happy for us, but now we find out that you still have a little grudge?”

“I’m sorry; I’m not bitter anymore. I swear. Seeing the kid beat up Ethan’s car brought me some perspective,” said Kimora, “Look, you can investigate all you want later, but I have a class to teach and you’re welcome to participate since you’re already dressed for it,” Kimora jogged back to the middle of the class, “Hey guys. We have two new students who will be joining us this evening. Why don’t you greet Woody and Ethan.” The kids bent their backs at a 90 degree angel to their legs and came back up. Ethan and Woody did the same and almost lost their balance.

“So we’re gonna keep on practicing our defense. And I need a volunteer,” Half a dozen students raised their hands eagerly, but Kimora pointed to the tallest person in the room, “Ethan, could you be my assistant?”

“What do I have to do?” Ethan asked unsurely.
“Oh, just try to attack me,” she said casually, “Come on up here, please.”
Ethan walked up to the front of the class and Kimora looked up and down, checking out the college boy’s form, “You see, kids, we have here a very tall, very strong looking guy. He seems imposing because he is muscular, and his back is straight and proper. He’s got great legs, very good balance. All around beefcake and total hunk. But his nerve endings are just the same as yours and mine, and if we strike at the right spot…” She hit him somewhere in the back and Ethan fell down on all fours, “He’ll go down like so…” The kids busted in raucous laughter, but Woody frowned at seeing his boyfriend crumble so ignominiously.

As Ethan got back on his feet and massaged his back, Kimora kept on talking, “Whether your opponent is a bully at school or a pickpocket out on the street, or a guy who stole your boyfriend…” Kimora eyed Ethan evilly, displaying a wicked little grin,“You can show them who’s who with these techniques.” She turned to Ethan and whispered into his ears, “Strike me.”

Ethan knew this wasn’t going to end well for him, but he feigned a slow punch at Kimora who grabbed a hold of his hand and bent his wrist and twisted his arm around his back and brought his chest down to his knees. “Make sure you bend your opponent’s wrist IN, not out. You will hurt him more that way, and possibly even break his wrist,” Ethan let out a scream as Kimora further twisted Ethan’s arm.

In his mind, Woody was definitely upset to see his boyfriend in pain and humiliation, but in his pants, there was no denying that he was getting a hard-on watching the superman of all supermen, Ethan White, being dominated by a girl. Soon, Kimora was demonstrating how to throw an opponent down. Using Ethan’s weight against him, Kimora flipped him over; Ethan landed with a loud smack on his back against the mat as Kimora proceeded to crush his throat with her knees. The kids laughed, seeing Ethan’s reddened face as he squirmed and kicked about on the mat, and Woody had to sit down on a bench in order to hide his growing erection. He couldn’t believe he how much he enjoyed seeing Ethan writhing in pain; it was a sick thing to watch, but extremely arousing. When Ethan finally stood back up, his jacket had loosened considerably, and Woody could see more of his finely built torso. If there was a body that could take Kimora’s abuse, Woody thought, it would definitely be Ethan’s.

“Finally, let’s put all these techniques together into one super move that will surely knock any opponent out,” said Kimora excitedly. Again she asked Ethan to strike her. Ethan grinned nervously, took in a deep breath, and mentally prepared himself for another beating, before throwing another punch. Again, Kimora grabbed his arm, twisted it, grabbed his other arm, twisted them together, then she got behind him and kicked the hinges of his legs to bring down his knees. He grunted with strained voice every time her knees struck his back. And soon his belt had completely loosened from his waist, and his shirt fell off his shoulders, revealing the spasm and straining muscles as he desperately tried to free himself. Ethan felt Kimora’s arms relax for a moment, but only to pick up his belt and tie it around his neck and choke him with it. The kids clapped and cheered at this seemingly innocent demonstration, and finally, Kimora had shoved her assistant face down on the mat. Panting heavily, his whole backside was burning red, his muscles in tight little knots. Ethan struggled to peel himself off the mat, but Kimora stomped her feet on his back, crushing him deeper into the ground.

“Okay, now, kids. Have your way with him!” All twelve kids charged at the body on the ground, tugging at Ethan’s legs, twisting his arms, stepping on his back, pulling at his ears…it reminded Woody of horror films where a guy falls behind the group and gets eaten by a pack of zombies.

As the kids had their fun picking at Ethan’s flesh, Kimora went over to Woody, beaming as she said, “Wow, Ethan’s being a really good sport about all this.”

“Yeah, he usually doesn’t back down on stuff like this…” Woody half-chuckled, half-scolded, “I know you’re still bitter and this is your revenge. But could you please make sure there’s enough pieces left of my boyfriend that I could bring home?”

Kimora nodded, her face solemn, “Now I know how much he cares for you. Some of the moves I did were about as powerful as I would have used in real life. I’m amazed he put up with so much. Ethan’s a great guy, I can definitely see that now, and I’m really happy for you. I mean it this time…”

“Then why do you look so sad?” asked Woody.
“Because before, I thought there was a chance you would take me back. But now I know, I could never compare to a guy like him.”

“No, listen,” Woody said, “You are the most amazing girl I’ve ever had the pleasure of dating, and yes, I was very worried when I found out that you cut yourself. But I know you’re a stronger girl now; I know you’ll soon find a greater guy than me. Hell, I know half the guys at school want to date you.”
“I really didn’t vandalize Ethan’s truck,” Kimora said. "You have to believe me."
“I know,” Woody nodded, “I believe you.”

Kimora stood up, and wiped away some tears from her eyes, as she shouted to the children, “Hey guys. Did you kill him yet?”
“NO!” They all screamed.
“Okay, then. Continue!”
“Help me, Sherwood!” bellowed Ethan, “Too many kids on top. I’m claustrophobic. HELP, PLEASE!”
“Help you?” laughed Woody, running to the site of chaos, “Hell, I’m join in!”
And with that, a couple of kids moved out of the way as Woody dog-piled on the college senior.

****

Walking out of Martial Masters, with his arm around Ethan’s waist, Woody helped his bruised and battered boyfriend across the street. But as they approached the motorcycle, Woody stopped and asked, “I always loved downtown at night. Wanna walk around?”

Ethan nodded slowly, and produced a smile that stretched from ear to ear. The two love birds, arm in arm, passed the motorcycle but continued down the block. They walked under many beautiful stroping lights of all sorts of colors, immersed in soft music provided by the street musicians; they took in the spectacular scent of coffee by the cafes on every corner. They could almost taste the steak roasting in the fine diners. There were lots of high school and college couples walking about, most too preoccupied with themselves to notice Woody and ethan. But others did notice them, but most did not seem to care. An even smaller number of couples did notice and did care, but the important thing was...Woody was too smitten, too entranced in Ethan's blue eyes…to be bothered by those extraneous people.

“What you did…that was the sweetest…and sexiest…thing I’ve ever seen,” said Woody, “Letting Kimora take out her frustration on you, so she wouldn’t have to hurt herself. God, Ethan, you’re the most amazing guy I’ve ever known, and I don’t care what anyone thinks anymore. I am so proud to be seen with you. I love you so much, Ethan.”

“I love you more, Sherwood! Happy Valentine’s Day!” Standing by a trickling water fountain under soft street lights next to violinist playing a romantic tune, they swung their arms around each other to cover the bodies from the cold elements, and they brought warmer elements from the lips and tongue together, and kissed passionately.

Woody pushed aside his doubts tonight. All he wanted was to repay Ethan for his valiance and nobleness. He wanted to show how much he respected Ethan, how much more he had fallen in love with him during the last couple of hours. Woody began the foreplay by stroking up the beautiful lengths of Ethan’s arms, trying to undo the damage that was done earlier. Now rubbing his broad square shoulders, loving the feel of Ethan’s muscles under his palms…then stroking gently on his throat…the throat that was crushed earlier by Kimora’s knees. Woody felt the Adam’s apple go up as Ethan swallowed down excess saliva. The younger man enjoyed the firm feel and sweet taste of Ethan’s chest, sucking on the knobbiness of his nickel-sized areolas. Woody couldn’t get enough of his lover’s body; it took 22 years of hard, determined effort the create and maintain this perfect physique. Woody adored everything about the man—his defined abs that still felt so soft to the touch, the hair of Ethan’s legs that brushed against his chins as they engaged in foreplay, and especially that big, beautiful thing that towered between his legs.

Without hesitation, Woody reached for his lover’s cock and dove head-first at it. Woody closed his eyes as he felt the manmeat between his tongue and upper palate, pushing it further down the oral cavity. Soon, straggly hair tickled Woody’s nose, and he opened his eyes in total amazement. He had engulfed all of Ethan’s endowment, actually deep-throating him…and it only took one try. Woody recalled Reed’s 7 incher that caused him to gag halfway down. But at this moment, he was stuffing Ethan’s full 9 inch down his throat and felt totally fine. How was this possible? What made all the difference?

“Dang, Sherwood! I thought you said you weren’t any good,” Ethan gasped, “I can’t believe you’ve been holding out on me all this time…Oh GOD…Whoaa…” Ethan returned to undecipherable moans and sighs as Woody began to juggle Ethan’s balls in one hand and fingered Ethan’s navel with another.

To Woody, nothing tasted better than the coat of precum leaking out of Ethan’s cock…except for perhaps the hot, thick jizz that he would soon taste for the first time. The thought of savoring the succulent treat made Woody suck more furiously, yank at Ethan’s balls harder, poke deeper at the erogenous navel…until Ethan began bucking his hips uncontrollably, signaling the ejaculation that would soon come…and finally it did…It didn’t spray in several squirts…No, it streamed out like a firefighter’s water-hose, filling Woody’s mouth so fast, he gulped down mouthfuls and still had juices dripping from his lips. Woody desperately, hungrily lapped the entire spilled product, refusing to let any of Ethan’s passionate essence go to waste.

Slowly, Woody climbed back to meet Ethan’s eyes and kissed him, letting Ethan taste his own sweet-and-sour treat. “Was I any good?” Woody asked, afraid to hear the answer.
“Did my penis bust your eardrum?” Ethan snorted, “My god, did you not hear me scream like a little damsel in distress. Jesus, Sherwood, I don’t think I’ve ever received a better head!”

And then Woody understood the difference between sucking Reed’s cock and sucking Ethan’s…it was the biggest different of all: the person.
“Fuck me," sighed Woody. "I need you to fuck me now. Make me pay for being such a hard-ass on the date."

“Honey, I’m sorry. But I’ve been beaten up by a girl today. And just moments ago, I spilt all I had saved up the last week and half…I really want too, but it’s physically impossible for me to make love to you tonight,” Ethan said, “Unless you’re willing to make love to me…I’ve been dying to have you inside me, Woody. I so desperately need your beautiful cock fill me up.” Before Woody could give a proper response, Ethan quickly added, “I got an enema bag in the shower. I promise it’ll get everything out that you’re afraid of…”

Woody thought about it for a moment. No apprehension, no fear, no doubt about anything could undo his need, his want, his desire to please his lover. Woody winked, “I’m ready when you are!”

And with that, Ethan hopped off the bed and ran to the bathroom. Woody waited anxiously, turning on the TV so his mind wasn’t filled with images of Ethan taking care of the nasty business which may cause him to change his mind. Ten minutes or so later, Woody could hear, “Sherwood, come take a shower with me.”
Shower = clean. And that was all Woody cared about. Immediately, he hopped off the bed and went into the steamy bathroom and began to strip off.

Sliding the glass door open, Woody stared admiringly at Ethan’s wet body, the hairs on his arms and legs and pubes clung to his skin in a rather exotic way. And his slick brown hair on his head seemed darker with the moisture and steam. Ethan pulled Woody in for a quick but fervent kiss, grabbing Woody’s tight ass cheeks.

“I’ve cleaned as much as I could on the inside,” Ethan said, pulling a body sponge from a basket hanging below the shower head, “Now could you help clean me on the outside.” Nodding enthusiastically, Woody added the liquid soap onto the sponge and squeezed it so that soap suds splattered sexily over Ethan’s chest, running down his washboard abdomen, covering his thick dick with foam. Woody got on his knees now, like a servant, a loyal willing apprentice, honoring the wishes of his manly knight….he began washing Ethan’s legs, loving the way the suds mixed with the hair, loving the way Ethan’s toes curled at Woody’s lathering.

Woody now stood up and asked Ethan to turn around so he could take good care of Ethan’s backside, especially that very important part found just below his rigid trunk and just above his solid thighs. Woody began by placing the sponge right at Ethan’s neck and slowly ran it down his spinal column, feeling the exotic bumps along the way until he reached the tail bone. Woody let a finger slip teasingly between Ethan’s butt crack…hearing the older man let out a whimper of glee…but quickly retracting his finger to go up Ethan’s back again. In a slow exotic zigzagged fashion, Woody washed the broad canvas of Ethan’s back, loving the way the hills and mountains of his muscles shifted and moved so dynamically.

And soon Woody returned to Ethan’s buttocks, scrubbing both cheeks squeaky clean, giggling when Ethan tried to make them dance, slapping Ethan’s bum to make him stop, but only egging him to shake more of his booty. And then the high school senior knew the perfect way to make Ethan stop shaking his butt, he spread Ethan’s ass cheeks apart…and surely enough, they stopped twitching. With several swift strokes with the body sponge, Woody had cleansed Ethan’s entrance, starring at the tightness, and feeling his own cock rise to full attention.

Suddenly the roles were switched. Woody was no longer the servant, no longer the apprentice, he was now the knight…and he would have his way with Ethan, his lover. It didn’t take long for Woody to snap on his condom, nor did he take time to lube himself up. Ordering Ethan to lean forward, facing the wall, Woody grabbed a great hold of Ethan’s hipbone and didn’t even need to ask if his partner was ready…he knew Ethan had been ready since the shower began. Forcing himself all the way in until his pelvis slammed against Ethan’s rear, Woody gasped, his eyes widening in realization, at the sudden tightness surrounding him.

It was the hottest, tightest spot Woody’s dick had ever encountered. Ethan’s love-chute was burning, scorching, hotter than anyone’s mouth. It was snug, constricted, tighter than any girl’s pussy. Woody had to wonder how it was possibly for any other guy to fuck a hole this tight and not come after three thrust. This was it, the ultimate love-hole for a man’s penis. The hole that challenged all males—the hole that could separate the men from the boys. Woody so desperately wanted to be a man, but he must prove it first. He must prove to Ethan that he was in control; he was in charge of Ethan’s sensations. And so he quickly pulled out most of his eight inches and slammed right back in, causing Ethan to moan to the ceiling.

Every moan Ethan uttered from his lungs, every sigh of encouragement, and every nod of approval was making it easier and easier for Woody to forget about the tightness, and begin to enjoy the incredible overall sensation. The hot steam surging about their bodies. The water dripping off Ethan’s back and pooling at the conjunction of Ethan’s buttocks and Woody’s pelvis. The beautiful slopping sounds as Woody thumped against Ethan’s backside. The fact that he was fucking the greatest guy in the world, and the fact that the greatest guy in the world was enjoying his fuck…Woody couldn’t think of any two greater facts in the world!

Woody leaned forward, bringing his mouth to the back of his partner’s neck, letting the sprinkling water fall on his face as he moved his lips from shoulder to shoulder, trying hard to resist the need to bite at Ethan’s delicious looking flesh. Ethan raised his back against Woody’s chest, making it rather difficult for Woody to continue the steady gyrations, but the younger man never lost track of the pulsating rhythm.

Woody’s hands now moved to Ethan’s hips, now sliding slickly up Ethan’s beautifully toned sides until his hands met the hairy pits under Ethan’s arms, then sliding over the front to grope at the lumpy pectoral meats. Ethan’s palms gently glided onto the back of Woody’s hand. Their fingers laced together, fitting perfectly like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, now gliding down in unison until they stopped at the older man’s massive hardon. With that helpful guidance, Woody knew what he had to do to further pleasure his lover.

Wrapping wet, sleek fingers over Ethan’s rock-hard manmeat, Woody began to stroke the whole length, letting his fingers linger a bit longer at the sensitive arrowhead, feeling Ethan’s cock twitch excitedly with each stroke. Ethan’s moans became more drawn out, louder, heavier…Woody could feel Ethan’s legs trembling against his, could feel the strong body quaking against his chest…and he knew what was about to happen.

Viscous white cream poured out of the tip of Ethan’s cock, most of them hitting the wall near the bottom of the stall, some of them dripped in Woody’s hand that was still vigorously stroking at Ethan’s cock. And soon Ethan came for a second time, his whole body tensing, the tight walls of his inner sanctum squeezing around Woody’s cock, making it impossible for Woody to thrust in and out again…until the younger man knew the only thing left to do was release his mounting tension.

Woody released a guttural scream of passion as he clutched tightly onto the older man’s waist, coming hard and powerfully into the condom, spilling much more than he knew his body could produce. Ethan twisted his head back and Woody titled his forward, making it possibly for their lips to meet, as they climaxed together once more.

Exhaustedly, panting, Woody slowly pulled all the way out of Ethan, hearing a clean wet pop as his the arrowhead finally came out. Woody sighed in relieved…the condom looked absolutely clean…and he was so grateful of the older man’s cleanliness.

But when he pulled the condom off…Woody saw that some semen was dripping out the bottom tip of the condom. Woody’s worst fear had came true…the condom had broken while he was inside of Ethan.

“Oh, no. Oh, God, NO!!! It tore?” Ethan’s face was stricken with fear, “I’m so sorry, Sherwood. I’m so sorry!” He apologized over and over again, “I should have told you to use more lube…and the way we were doing it wasn’t the smoothest…I should have known better…it’s all my fault…I should have relaxed more…I shouldn’t have been so tense, I’m so sorry…”

“Ethan, please, listen.” Woody shook his head and smiled, pressing a finger over Ethan’s lips in order to say, “I don’t care! I really really don’t! I’ve never came that hard inside anyone before, Ethan. So I kinda wished there was no condom at all, so you could feel how much I came for you. So you could feel how much I love you.”
With that, the couple kissed under the running shower, washing off their bodies the copious amount of love-juice they had spilled for each other that night.

****

Two days later.

Driving up the driveway of Ethan's house, Woody saw a short Asian kid with long hair carrying a bat…exactly as Kimora had described him…about to bash in a window of Ethan’s house. The kid ran when he saw the high-school senior, but Woody, being one of the fastest quarterback the school had ever known, chased after him and easily caught up to him. Woody dragged the kid back to Ethan’s house, wondering how the college senior would punish the kid.

But Ethan stared down at the kid and asked, “What’s wrong with you dude? Why do you keep getting yourself into trouble?”

The boy gave him the evil eye, but otherwise, did not reply.
Ethan continued, “Look kid, it’s not my fault you chose to steal the comics from my store. I did what had to be done. But I also know that if you do one bad thing, a whole lot of crap starts piling up before you know it. So I’m gonna give you a reprieve this time. I’m not gonna tell anyone what you did to my truck, okay? Or what you were about to do to my window. And you on the other hand, will have to promise me that you’ll take this chance and use it for something good. You hear me?”
The boy nodded excitedly.
“Now go home before I change my mind!”
The boy jumped off the porch and fled into the night.

As the boy disappeared around the corner, Woody frowned, stroking the side of his boyfriend’s beautiful face, “That was really nice and all, Ethan. But sometimes, I think you’re a bit too optimistic about the world. You always look at the good side of some people even when all they have is a bad side. If that punk doesn’t bother you again, I’m sure he’ll find somebody else to trouble.”

“I believe he’ll take the lesson to heart, and he can change.” Ethan shrugged.
Woody shook his head, “What if he doesn’t? You’re only setting him up for shock when he gets in trouble again and finds out that no one’s gonna forgive him like you did.”

“I guess time will tell which one of us is right,” Ethan sighed, “Believe me, Sherwood. I really wanna believe people can change for the better. I’m not just talking about him. I’m talking about me.” He squeezed his eyes shut to hold back some tears, “I’ve dealt terribly with demons in my past relationships, and I keep telling myself I’m just waiting for the right person to change me…and I believe I found him. I believe that person is you. I really believe you can help me change!”

“Change?” Woody asked, “Change what? What do you mean?”

Wrapping his arms tightly around Woody's torso, Ethan gulped, “Let’s hope, you’ll never have to know!”

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