All American Boys

Chapter 39: Young and Beautiful

I could feel the urgency in his deep kiss. He was needy, desperate. He wanted it badly. It was rare for him to take charge, he always wanted me to do it. But I was fine. It had been so long, I just let him do whatever he wanted. I just wanted to be with him together again.

I let him tease me for a while, trying to push his way into my mouth. He put an arm over my shoulder, pulling me close. His tongue was inside my mouth, lapping against mine. I sank my teeth into his tongue, gently, careful not to hurt him.

Isaac got the message and he immediately relaxed, as I pressed against him and explored his mouth with my tongue. I gently bit on his lip, before moving down and planting a trail of wet kisses from his cheek to his ear, and down his jaw until I reached the smooth skin of his neck. I clambered on top of him, careful not to accidentally aggravate his wounds.

He let out a soft moan as sucked on his skin, going harder with my desire to see his skin bloom into shades of red, black and blue. My hands reached for his wrists, before pinning them above his head. I planted another long, yearning kiss on his lips, but I realised he was struggling beneath me, trying to free himself from my grip.

Oh gosh, was I too rough with him?

"Hey," I asked, immediately letting go of him. "What's wrong, Isaac?"

"It's just that," he said, in between excited breaths. "We should close the blinds."

I turned around, and realised the blinds were open. Well, did anyone catch us? A rush of heat flooded to my cheeks as I scrambled to get off him. I scampered over to the windows and nearly yanked the cable down.

"Woah, woah," Isaac said, his green eyes watching me. "Don't you seem excited. Calm down, Alex."

He was teasing me. But I wasn't the one with an erection threatening to tear through my hospital gown.

"Me, calm down?" I chuckled, brushing it off. "I'm perfectly calm. You might want to tell yourself that."

His cheeks immediately turned beetroot. It's cute that even though we were this far into our. . .'relationship', in spite of all the filthy things I've done to him, there was still room in his heart to be bashful.

"That's not fair," he said, using his hands to cover his burgeoning groin. "You're wearing underwear."

I only laughed as I returned to his side, slowly lifting the thin fabric of his hospital gown. I slipped my hand underneath it, my fingers creeping up his muscular thigh.

"Wait," he muttered, just as my hands brushed against his erection.

What was it now?

He inched away from me and reached for something from the bedside table. It was the television remote.

"Why would we need that for?" I asked, raising my eyebrow.

"To drown out the noise," the boy said, as he switched on the TV.

Only then I remembered that we were in a public place. No wonder Isaac was being so cautious and hesitant. But I could tell that despite it all, he still wanted it. And so did I. I couldn't wait. But at the same time, I didn't want him to feel uncomfortable.

It was some news channel but he never bothered switching to anything else. Instead, he just increased the volume. The news station was broadcasting some sort of speech from a rally of some sort. Oh, right. There was an election coming up. I just never really cared.

Isaac asked me to help draw the curtains around the bed, and so I did. Soon it was just the two of us, hidden away from the rest of the world by the curtain. The television in the background was loud, but like Isaac said, it'll drown any noises we make just in case anyone stepped into the room.

I climbed up the bed, and slowly pushed Isaac down. I found myself staring into his green eyes as the bridges of our noses touched. I leaned in and planted a kiss on his cheek, just beneath his eye. I felt him placing his palms on my back.

Behind me the television blared. But I didn't care. I continued planting kisses on his skin, as I felt him move his legs underneath me, wrapping them around mine.

". . . It seems like the Almighty has withdrawn his blessing from our nation. Discord and hatred have moved in. If we are to continue on our path with our handling of this current oil crisis our hearts as Americans will be filled with the deepest of distress."

"Do whatever you want with me," Isaac whispered in my ear, his arms clinging around my neck.

". . . Millions of the best American men and women from all walks of life will see the unity of the nation disintegrate in a welter of egotistical political opinions, economic interests, and ideological conflicts."

I planted one last long, hard kiss on his lips before pulling away. His eyes following me, I positioned myself near his groin, as I finally lifted his gown up to his abdomen, revealing his bare erection.

". . . In the appalling fate that has dogged us for the past few months we see only the consequence of our inward collapse. But the rest of the world is no less shaken by great crises."

Lowering my head down, I wrapped his tip around my lips as I began to suck him off. Isaac let out a soft moan as I moved down his shaft, my hand playing with his balls gently. He was leaning back, his hands clutching the railings on the side of the bed.

". . . The historical balance of power, which at one time contributed not a little to the understanding of the necessity for solidarity among the nations, with all the economic advantages resulting therefrom, has been destroyed."

"Ah, Alex," he moaned as I licked his tip with my tongue.

I could feel his precum oozing out, as he brought one of his hands down onto my head, playing with my hair.

". . . But the misery that will be inflicted on our people if we do not take any action would be terrible! If we do not find a solution to this disruption of oil to our country, we will suffer. And we will suffer greatly!"

He began thrusting his hips in pleasure, and I responded by sucking him even more vigorously.

". . . The everyday man, John and Jane would become unemployed in their millions, while the whole middle and class would watch their life savings turn to dust. If the American farmer also is involved in this collapse we shall be faced with a catastrophe of vast proportions. For in that case, there will collapse not only a great country, but also a 2000-year-old inheritance of the highest works of human culture and civilization."

My aching erection threatened to burst through my skinny jeans, so I pulled them down to my knees. It was then when I remembered that those were Cyril's, but honestly at that moment I couldn't really give a shit. I slipped my underwear down to my thighs, rubbing my penis against Isaac's entrance.

I spat out a mouthful of saliva on my palm, and rubbed it all over my member, before using the rest of it on Isaac. He winced when I inserted a finger, before I moved on to two, and three. He wasn't as tight as he was the first time, but he was still quite so. It's been a while since I've been inside him, and I couldn't wait.

"Hurry," he beckoned me when I kept teasing him. "Just stick it in already."

I loved it when he begged.

". . . The richest and most beautiful areas of world civilization would be transformed into chaos and a heap of ruins. Even the misery of the Great Depression, so long forgotten, could not be compared with the affliction of an America in the midst of total economic collapse."

Isaac cried out loud, his green eyes widening as I pushed my entire length inside him. His walls pressed against me, and I found myself enveloped in his warmth. His breathing was shallow, his chest rising up and down. I guess Isaac did have a point in turning up the volume. That way we wouldn't need to worry about how loud we actually were. I let him get used to it for a while, before I started moving.

". . . The recent disturbance and riots seen in Antioch has spread to other cities – New York, Chicago, Los Angeles. Dozens are already dead and hundreds are injured. If this persists over the coming months, our power plants will shut down, and the chaos would only escalate. The destruction and disorder this struggle has already cost America may stand as a presage of total disaster."

"Oh, god," Isaac moaned as he craned his neck, looking up towards the ceiling. "Don't stop!"

I continued pummelling him, faster, harder. His moans turned to screams and cries as I ravaged him, pinning his wrists onto the bed. His toes curled helplessly as his legs rested on my shoulders. My heart thumped in my chest as I began to sweat underneath Cyril's clothes. His cries of pain only turned me on, fuelling that carnal desire within me.

". . . In a few weeks, the failing presidency will come to an end. The current administration has failed to hear your cries. For far too long we as Americans have been divided – left against right, faithful against the Godless, Democrat against Republican. For the sake of ourselves, for the sake of our families, for the sake of our nation, we must put aside our differences and work together for a brighter, stronger, everlasting America. I beseech you, friends, Americans, countrymen, to take this chance to make a difference."

I lifted Isaac's hospital gown further, revealing his toned chest and abs. It was a sight to behold, watching his muscular body wither underneath me as I used him for my pleasure. He looked up at me with green eyes full of lust. I teased him, leaning down and bringing his chin up, as if I was going to plant a kiss on his lips. He responded to this, moving forward as if to meet his lips to mine.

I quickly pulled away, and I couldn't help but feel a smile grow on my lips. With the boy confused, I landed a slap on his face. Isaac flinched for a second, but soon had other things occupying him. I started pounding him harder, stuffing his mouth with his own hospital gown. Watching him being gagged excited me.

". . . It is an appalling inheritance which we are taking over. The task before us may be the most difficult which has faced American statesmen in living memory. But we all have unbounded confidence, for we believe in our nation and in its eternal values. Farmers, workers, and the middle class must unite to contribute the bricks wherewith to build the new America. To build a new world."

I pulled out of Isaac, and got him on all fours. Adjusting myself to my new position, I entered him again as I reached out for his golden locks. His mouth was still stuffed with fabric, and his screams were muffled. He was pushing his ass against my hips as I thrusted. He wanted more. He was begging for it.

Yanking him by the hair, I pushed him face down into the mattress. I could feel the bed rattle underneath us.

". . . Our enemies see us as weak and divided. They think that their petrol can cripple us. They think that they have isolated us. Europe has left us and fell under the sway of cheap Russian gas. Our president has proposed that we begin importing oil from our old enemies, even with support of the main leaders of the opposition! This is nothing short of preposterous. I assure you, my friends, that when I become president, I will secure ourselves oil. I will save our economy. I will not allow others to tread on our national pride."

Isaac's muted moans were getting faster and more desperate. I could feel him clenching against me as he got more and more aroused. The gag fell out on his own after a while, and I just let it. I wanted to hear the sweet voice of his agony.

". . . And if America is to take its rightful place on the world stage, every single one of us must set aside our differences and work together to ensure a strong, resilient and powerful America. An America worthy of this bountiful land and resourceful people."

I leaned down and planted wet kisses down Isaac's smooth back. I felt a pressure build up at the base of my groin.

"I'm close," Isaac said, in between pants.

". . . Vote for me for a better America. Vote for me for a strong, powerful America. Vote for me for an America you deserve."

I sank my teeth into Isaac's flesh, nibbling onto his skin. He let out a moan before I bit him again. And again. And again.

With a few hard thrusts, I let out a loud moan as my body shivered in pleasure, the sensation being all that I could think of. I shot my load deep within him, and for a while I didn't know if I was going to stop.

It was the best orgasm I've ever had.

Isaac came not too long after, spilling all over the mattress underneath. He came a lot as well, so I guess it was safe to say that we both really enjoyed it.

I collapsed on the bed beside him, with Isaac moving to the side to make some space for me. I was out of breath, all out of energy. Isaac was the same. I felt our fingers interlock as we lay together in various states of undress. I realised I was still in the clothes Cyril lent me, all drenched in my sweat. I had no time to even take them off. I just wanted Isaac that badly. Isaac sat up, struggling to move, before grabbing the remote control and turning off the television.

I noticed all the bite marks on his back. Did I really do that to him? I was slightly worried, but he seemed to like it when I gave them to him. And even if I didn't want to admit it, it turned me on a lot. He was mine, and mine alone.

Turning to me with a smile, he plopped himself back down by my side.

I wanted to lay with him forever, listening to nothing but our shallow breaths against the backdrop of silence. But I knew sooner or later a nurse was going to walk in, and I wanted to spare Isaac and I the embarrassment of such a situation. I pulled up my underwear and jeans, before I helped Isaac clean up.

And with the euphoria of the moment gone, reality had begun to set in. There was still the issue of Isaac and I. About what we were. About whether we could ever be together again. I couldn't wait any more. I had to know his answer.

"You really went hard on me," he said with a chuckle as he straightened out his hospital gown. "I'm going to be sore for days."

I leaned in closer and planted a tender kiss on his cheek.

"Now can we talk about us?" I said, gently whispering into his ear. "I'm dying to know what you think. Do you think we can be just like before? Do you think we can start anew?"

There was a short silence as Isaac held my palm between his palms. He looked away for a while, before finally turning to meet my gaze with those green eyes of his. Those green eyes that were clouded with lust and excitement just a few moments earlier was now coloured with a dull melancholy.

"I'll give you my answer tomorrow," he replied, his tone flat.

"I promise you I-" I tried saying, but he cut me off before I could finish the sentence.

"Tomorrow," he muttered. "I told you - today I just want to be happy."