After the Dresses Are Gone

Chapter 5

Tooru couldn’t believe he had actually asked Yuujirou to move his hand on his penis faster—what in the world had he been thinking? Of course, the answer was obvious—he hadn’t been thinking! It had felt amazing to come with his cock squeezed by Yuujirou’s thighs and his nipples pinched between the blonde’s fingertips. Then to see once more that look of ecstasy on his friend’s face, to see that gorgeous cock of his explode again—it had been too erotic and his body had responded. `Well, I’m a healthy young man,’ thought Tooru, `Of course I would get aroused at seeing something so sexual and from feeling such direct stimulation.’ But another voice in his mind said accusingly, “But would a normal man, a real man who likes women, want another guy to keep touching him like that?”

“Am I gay now, Yuujirou?” asked Tooru in a depressed voice.

“I don’t know, Tooru,” said Yuujirou. “But is it such a horrible thing to be gay? Does it matter what sex you love? Isn’t the quality of the love more important? There are a lot of unhealthy and unhappy relationships in the world, so I think that any couple that can find happiness deserves the right to it.”

Yuujirou’s words brought back that horrible memory of Sayaka falling off the cliff—that moment when he had leap after her to save her life, thinking he might die. He didn’t know that Akira had managed to get help and get a mattress to catch the two of them. As he fell, he had been thinking he was paying his uncle and aunt back for all their kindness, showing his little sister, Sayaka, too that he did care for her even if the thought of kissing her, marrying her made him feel horror. Horror—that was a strong word, but the emotions that flooded him when he thought of Sayaka touching him like Yuujirou had—yes, that was horror. But other women?

“Tooru, have you ever gotten hard thinking about a girl, so hard, so excited that you couldn’t help but imagine making love to her, wanting to touch her?”

“Yes,” said Tooru thinking of the fantasy blonde he’d imagined a lot over the summer.

“Was it your girlfriend that Sayaka hurt?”

“No, no one real, just a fantasy woman,” said Tooru.

“So you’ve never felt that way about any real girl or woman?” asked Yuujirou.

“No, but I’ve never felt that way about a man either—oh!” stopped Tooru in shock.

“Never?”

“You, thinking about you,” admitted Tooru, blushing. It was pretty stupid to deny it when he was still covered with both his and Yuujirou’s cum, and when just a while ago he had asked Yuujirou to stroke his erection faster. Dear god, he was a slut!

“Tooru! God, Tooru!” cried out Yuujirou, flinging himself on top of Tooru, kissing him.

“Stop it! You’re making the mess worse!”

“Stop?! I’m not going to stop now that you’ve admitted I’m the only real person to get you hard and that you want me! I love you, and I want you to feel as crazy about me as I do about you! Oh, Tooru, god, I don’t think I’ve ever felt so happy! Oh, Toochan, you’re blushing! You’re so cute!”

Without thinking, Tooru responded to Yuujirou the way he had so many times when they were princesses together, “Oh, Yuuko-chan, thank you! You look beautiful, too.” And he did, with his big warm carmel-colored eyes and that soft blonde hair falling around his face. His lips were puffy, pink, swollen, and his teeth white and breath sweet. The expression on his face, in his eyes—he was sparkling, shining with happiness. “You really are beautiful,” said Tooru in a husky voice, rolling them over. A pink blush rose up in Yuujirou’s face, and he seemed suddenly oddly passive and vulnerable.

“You look delicious, hot carmel and strawberry ice cream, but you taste wicked, of cum. Only a slut would drink cum.” At Tooru’s words, Yuujirou shuddered underneath him and moaned. “That’s a slutty sound you just made, Yuuko-chan. And look, look at Princess Slut all hot and wet, wanting it!”

“Yes! Yes! She wants it! I want it! Please!”

Dear god, what was “it”? Tooru suddenly wasn’t sure what Yuujirou wanted—what did he know about gay sex? Surely Yuujirou didn’t want Tooru to—no! He couldn’t even think about it! But he was, oh god, he was—what would it feel like to put his cock into Yuujirou’s ass? Tooru jerked up and back, his hand flying up to cover his mouth, and slammed his head into the bottom of his bed. Ow! Damn bunk beds! Mortified, Tooru tried to get up, but once more his roommate held him tight.

“Tell me, Tooru,” whispered Yuujirou in his ear, “what dirty little thought shocked you so much you tried to bash it out of your head?”

“Let me go, Yuujirou, I’m hungry!”

“I can tell you are hungry—this rock-hard cock of yours tells me just how hungry you are for it! Shall I use my hand again or my mouth?”

“Neither! Let me go! We need to clean up and go eat!”

“And you are going to go to the cafeteria with your dick hard like this? With that look on your face, that dirty, wicked look on your face?” Yuujirou’s body moved over his, their cocks rubbing together. Tooru tried not to give into desire. He shut his eyes and tried counting.

“Where you thinking about thrusting your cock in between my thighs again?”

“No!” cried Tooru, all efforts at counting forgotten by the images evoked by Yuujirou’s words.

“But you want to do that again, don’t you?”

Tooru opened his mouth to snap out no, but then Yuujirou kissed him—a wet, deep kiss.

“Don’t you, Toochan?”

“What?”

And Yuujirou kissed him again—another kiss that made his back arch and his knees tremble and start to slide apart.

Yuujirou’s mouth pulled away suddenly, but his erection was rubbing against Tooru’s in a way that was making Tooru pant. “Tell me Tooru, tell me what scared you,” whispered Yuujirou. “Please, I don’t want you to hide things from me.”

And there in the now nearly dark room with their cocks brushing against each other, it didn’t seem so shocking, so hard to say. “I wondered what it would be like to be inside you, to push inside your—“ No! He couldn’t say it!

“In my mouth?”

“No.”

“In my ass?”

Tooru couldn’t say yes, but he didn’t say no. He shut his eyes, but he kept pushing up his pelvis, rocking up, rubbing, moving against Yuujirou.

“Oh, god, you were thinking about fucking me, fucking me in the ass, spreading my legs and thrusting deep inside me, claiming me as yours! Oh, god, Tooru, Tooru, god, ohhh, ohhh, god, Tooru! I’m coming!” And the feel of Yuujirou’s cock jerking and spraying against his own, the way his body trembled against Tooru’s, and the sound of his cries of pleasure—it was enough to make his balls draw up and unload, too. And as his body shook, he couldn’t tell anymore what movement was his and what was Yuujirou’s. It was as if they were one body, not two. For the first time, they experienced the heady thrill of coming together—each one’s pleasure arousing the other, making them cry and thrash more, until they felt their bodies were dying from the intensity of coming so long and so hard.

As they lay there quiet, spent, stunned at how it had felt to share their pleasure, both couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like if they were linked together even more intimately. Tooru thought about how it might feel to be inside Yuujirou while Yuujirou couldn’t decide which he wanted more—to fuck that tight sweet ass of Tooru’s or to have Tooru fuck him. Figuring that out—oh, that would be hard, very hard, indeed. But it was a problem that Yuujirou was willing to devote himself to solving—even if it took a lifetime.