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Date Posted: 20:48:53 01/30/17 Mon
Author: Comicality
Subject: (Part Two)
In reply to: Comicality 's message, "(S) "Left Without Words 7"" on 20:41:49 01/30/17 Mon

Deme led me around the corner of his house, and reminded me to be extra quiet as we carefully rolled our bikes down the steps to his basement door. He had a key, obviously, and opened up to let us inside. With the music playing loud enough to be heard throughout most of the house, we were able to wheel the bikes into a nearby corner and leaned them up against the wall without being heard. The basement was pretty dark. I could barely see anything at all down there. Just shadows and silhouettes created from the open door at the top of the inside staircase...the muffled sounds of Grecian mainstream radio music trickling down from the kitchen.

We even heard Deme's father singing along with some of the lyrics. Very badly, I might add.

I covered my mouth to keep from giggling playfully at the sound of it. Deme giggled a bit himself but was quick to press his finger to his lips to hush me up. I whispered, "What are we doing down here?"

"Shhhh! Hehehe, wait. Stay here, ok?" He replied. Then I watched Deme carefully cross the room and sneak up the basement stairs, trying hard not to make a sound or hit a single cringe-worthy squeak in the steps. Then reached out and he quietly closed the door. I was a bit confused as to what was going on, as that pretty much cut off ninety percent of what little light we had left down there. Now I could barely see my hand in front of my own face without moving it around a bit. And even then, it was just a dull shadow. A black form against a slightly blacker background. I snickered to myself as I heard Deme creeping back down the steps again. I sort of expected him to flip a switch or pull a string or grab a flashlight or something. Anything that would give us enough illumination to at least see one another.

But as his feet hit the basement floor...and I heard him shuffling towards me...I noticed that he didn't bother to turn on any lights at all...

I don't know what it was that I was feeling at the moment...but even though I couldn't visibly pick him out of the darkness surrounding us, I could tell that he was now standing right in front of me. I could feel his presence. I could hear his breathing. He was standing, maybe, two baby steps away from me, and I was too paralyzed to move. Or to speak. It was soooo dark down there.

There was an endlessly long silence that passed between us.

All I could hear was his soft breathing. Even over the thunderous jackhammering of my infatuated heart.

I didn't dare move.

My legs were so weak, I'd collapse into a heap on the floor if I moved.

Why didn't he turn the light on?

Why didn't he...like...say something?

I tensed up as I heard him take one of his two baby steps forward. Decreasing the distance between us. Now I could feel the gentle breeze of his warm breath on my cheek. I couldn't see his beautiful face, but my eyes remembered every flawless detail. His image burned into my soul, to the point where light simply wasn't necessary.

I swallowed hard. Swooning. Wiping my heated palms off on my pants leg. I was soooo scared. Even NOW, my mind couldn't fathom that such a moment could be possible. But just before I was able to whisper his name...Deme reached out for my hand. It only took a second or two of fumbling before our fingers found a comfortable fit. Then he reached for my other hand as well. We were so close. Close enough for me to feel him trembling just as badly as I was.

What was HE trembling for? He's the SEXY one in all this!


When Deme's gentle whisper broke the silence, I immediately got goosebumps. "This is ok, yes?"

I nodded my head at first. Afraid to speak up, but soon remembering that we were in the friggin' DARK and he couldn't see me! "Ummm...yeah." I whispered back. "This is...ok."

I thought he might say something else, but he just held both of my hands, giving them a tender squeeze.

Deme's breathing had changed. And the very warmth of him was radiating off of his body. I could almost feel the heat on my cheeks. The both of us standing there in a dark basement together like that...it almost felt like my heart couldn't take it.

Suddenly, his breathing picked up. I got a little scared when Deme move even closer to me. I was too paralyzed to move away from him...but while my body remained still physically, my emotions were going into full blown tantrums over what was happening here.


That's when I felt it. At first, it was just a light breath on my face. Then the feel of Deme moving in even closer. The room was so silent that I could actually hear the sounds of his shirt wrinkling slightly as he leaned into me. I couldn't stop shaking. And then I felt Deme lightly brush his lips across my cheek. Not really a 'kiss'...just the feel of his lips against my skin. Almost as if he was trying to hide the fact that a true kiss might have been his intention. Instead, he lifted his arms and hugged me around the neck. Not in a 'good old buddy, old pal' kind of way. It was deliberately sensual. I've never been held in a sensual way before...but it's something that you know when you experience it. It was soft. And warm. And affectionate beyond anything that we had ever shared before.

Deme laid his head on my shoulder, turned slightly to the side so that I could feel his breath on the side of my neck. My heart was racing at an unimaginable pace...but when my arms gently wrapped themselves around his tender middle, they just felt like they were 'home'.

I held him in my arms, and moved in even closer. Maybe only an inch or two deeper into his loving embrace...but it might has well have been miles as far as my experience is concerned. I lowered my head slightly, pressing my nose into the shoulder of his shirt and inhaling the sweetened fragrance of him. God, he smelled good. Not an artificial scent or perfume or body spray. Just this delicious 'all boy' aroma that was unique only to him. A pheromone ambrosia that enticed the senses and made me thirst for more contact.

It took a moment for me to realize that I was actually hugging the boy of my dreams in a pitch black basement...and that it was ok. Natural, even. Even with his dad's radio playing upstairs and him walking around...this one moment belonged to us.Nobody else. I might enjoy it even more if I could just STOP SHAKING!!! Ugh!

We just held each other at first. Caressing one another with unexaggerated finger movements. I loved the feel of the slim, rubbery, muscles in his back. I stroked him up and down, feeling the tension in his abdomen as I allowed my palms to slide down his sides. And then, ever so slowly...Deme brought his head in close and brushed the nape of my neck with his lips again. A subtle motion. Back and forth. And as he gained more courage...his lips puckered slightly, and the most angelic of kisses touched me there.

I moved my head from his shoulder to his neck as well. I was so frightened by what I was doing...wondering what would happen if I made this my silent confession of love for him. If this was an actual acceptance of who I was and what I felt inside. The moment I let my lips kiss his neck...I knew there was no turning back. This is it. This is how it begins.

Deme sighed to himself, and I kissed him again. More boldly this time, using my nose to lift the silken strands of his hair. As his embrace got tighter, I heard an involuntary moan escape my lips...our hands now sliding all over each other as we gave each other permission to relax and just let it happen. The next time Deme turned his attention to my neck...he didn't just kiss it. I could feel him part his lips and apply suction, the momentary feel of his tongue against my flesh making me weak in the knees. I returned the affection by first licking his earlobe, and then taking the soft flesh in between my lips to nurse at it lovingly.

Our chests mashed together, our hips couldn't help but to push themselves forward, if for no other reason than to keep our balance while standing. A deep blush flooded into my cheeks as I realized that my obscenely hard erection was practically digging into his groin area. And then...it was his hardness that I felt digging into mine. Pressing them together was enough to make me feel faint, but I could only hold on to his slowly writhing midsection as we started to grind into one another.

Thank God it was so dark in that basement. Had I glanced upon his beauty, just once, I would have exploded by now for sure.

More quiet moans and heavy breathing began to fill the room, my forehead moist with perspiration, my hands holding Deme tight. And then, when we couldn't hold back any longer...Deme dislodged himself from the nape of my neck, and quickly searched for my lips as we shared our very first kiss amongst the surrounding shadows.

I never knew that lips could be so soft. So perfect. It was almost as though every event in the history of mankind was just a preamble to this very moment. I was sooooo dizzy! So lost! I couldn't think straight and had no idea what I was doing or if I was any good at this kissing thing, whatsoever. But...somehow my body was able to improvise and guide me every step of the way without much thought at all. I was amazed at how I was able to turn my head the right way without bumping noses. Or how I was able to squeeze him around the middle and make him whimper as he kissed me even harder. Heck, I'm surprised that I didn't accidentally fall over, or possibly step on his foot, or...oh God, what if I have to SNEEZE? Should I stop if I have to sneeze? Wait...I don't have to sneeze, I'm just being stupid. Shut up, 'overactive brain'! Just kiss the hottest boy in existence and enjoy it while you still can!

Wait! Whoah! Is that his TONGUE??? That's totally his tongue! What do I do??? I'll just...ummm...here we go. Yeah. I just kind of let my tongue lick the surface of his tongue. And when he sped up, I sped up. When he slowed down, I slowed down. And then we both tilted our heads to the other side at the same time. Oh wow! I think I'm actually doing this right! I'm surprised I'm even able to breathe right now! Oh BABY!!! Give me more! Hehehe!

I could feel myself getting just a little bit too excited as we were making out, but I refused to quit. He just...he felt, and smelled, and tasted so damn GOOD! There was a time when I thought the idea of swapping spit with another person would be totally gross. NOW I almost wish I could take Deme's saliva and put it in a juicebox for later! WOW, this kissing thing is sexy! The sexiest thing EVER!

But just as we started to get really hot and heavy with it...we heard the basement door open, and the flood of Deme's father's music came roaring into the basement.

The first thing he did was turn on the light, and we were practically blinded by it! Gah! What the…?

We both panicked on instinct, and nearly jumped three feet away from one another as he started to walk down the steps. I was breathing soooo hard! We were just standing there kissing. It's not like we were involved in any kind of strenuous activity, and yet, I felt like I had just run the mile for gym class...TWICE!

His dad looked confused when he saw us standing there like that. “Deme? Shane? What are you two doing down here in the dark?”

“Nothing.” Deme was quick to say. “We just came home. We put our bikes in the basement to not track dirt on the carpet upstairs.” Hey...he was pretty quick with that. I'm glad, because I was suffering a major brain freeze. Not to mention that I was suddenly wondering if maybe I lean up against something before my rock hard boner clued Deme's dad in on what we were up to down here.

His father looked over at me, and I just kind of nodded in agreement. So he simply told Deme, “Well, you boys should turn light on when you're down here. You could trip over something.” Then he just walked over to one of the basement shelves and dug around in a half rusted toolbox for a hammer and a small box of nails. “Would you like to come upstairs, Shane? I could throw a little something extra on the stove if you would like some supper.”

Still catching my breath, I said, “I...ummm...no, that's ok. I'm...my mom is cooking. She'll get all aggravated if she doesn't see me eat something she made.”

“Alright, then. You're welcome any time. Ok?” He replied, and started going back up the stairs again. “Deme? When you get a chance, I need your help with the shelves in our pantry. OK?”

“Yes, Papa.” He said, and as soon as his father was gone...Deme looked at me and gave me the biggest, most adorable, grin ever made. Hahaha! “Was close.”

“Omigod! I'm sorry. I almost got you in trouble.”

Deme put his hand on my cheek and lightly gave me another peck on the lips. “No trouble. You are more than worth the trouble.”

“I was...scared.” I told him.

“So was I.” Then he added, “But I don't regret it. I would do it again. You're not mad at me?”

“NO! God, no!”

“Then...you and I can be…?” He didn't exactly know what word to use to describe this...'situation' we had both gotten ourselves involved in.

So I let him off the hook by saying, “Yes! A billion times, YES! We can be...ummm...yeah, we can 'be'. Hehehe!” And I took the opportunity to press my lips against his just one more time before we heard his father's footsteps walking past the, now open, basement door and decided not to risk getting caught.

The real question is...what does this mean? And where do we go from here? I just...I REALLY want to kiss some more! That was a total mind fuck! Hahaha! Please tell me that he has some idea about what to do next, because I think I'm a little too giddy to figure it out for myself.


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