He was slow to react. At first speechless. Then he kissed me passionately. His lips trailed down to my neck where he spoke against my skin, "I have never loved anything more than I love you and I have never wanted to or felt the need to protect someone like the way I do for you. You're my everything. You are the breath to my life and the love to my heart."

He hovered over top of me, "Would you like to become intimate with me in the most closely acquainted way possible?"

The corners of my mouth curved into a smile, "I like the way you decided to ask me if I wanted to fuck in the most wonderful way. Yes. I would absolutely love and would want nothing more than to become intimate with you in the most closely acquainted way possible."

*This is complicated to explain, but this next scene will not be spoken out loud by Patrick because of course it was an intimate event that happened between him and Pete and does not want to share. Of course you have no idea what I mean by it will not be spoken out loud, but you will. You do not understand what I am saying now, but you will in the end, I promise. Just hold your patience and bare with me. So anyways this is a gay sex scene chapter so if you choose to skip over it you can stop reading right about now.*

Pete's toothy smile was bigger than I have ever seen. He rolled off of me and the mattress to search through his bag. Apparently he had come fully prepared. He turned around with a portable bottle of lubricant in his left hand and a box of condoms in the right hand. I swallowed hard causing my Adam's apple to bob.

He smiled, "Oh little virgin Patrick, I am going to amaze you."

I was kind of offended he assumed I was a virgin. I spoke, "I'm not a virgin..."

He paused. His cheeks reddened, "Oh...I'm sorry I just thought..."

I corrected, "I've never had gay sex, but straight sex I have encountered."

His eyes widened, "You have had straight sex?"

I nodded slightly. He was abnormally shocked. Then I realized I don't think he has ever had straight sex before. He finally said, "Um let's start. I'll ease into everything because I don't want to hurt you and I really want to make this great for you."

I nodded as he walked onto the blown up mattress causing me to bounce a little against the comforter that I had spread out over top of the rubber containment of air, known as a blow up mattress. I asked, "Um how should I like be placed?"

He laughed, "Patrick don't feel awkward. Quit the "ums" and "likes" because we are about to become intimately connected in the most beautiful way. Also, flip your body over and you may want to be positioned on your hands and knees."

I nodded. I'm not going to make this another awkward situation. I wanted Pete and I to be connected in that way. I positioned myself exactly as he said. I stared at the thin wall of the tent. It had just occurred to me that our first time will be in a tent. It didn't bother me to be honest because it was at Adventure Creek...the place where we had our first official date.

I turned to look at him. I wasn't sure what I was expecting to see. But Pete was still in his boxers and trying to open a new bottle of lubricant. I sat back on my calves and reached for the bottle. I ripped the tab off with my teeth and spit it towards the corner of the tent. Pete smirked at me, "Damn that was hot as fuck, Patrick Stump."

He pulled my cheeks to his face where he kissed me, exchanging saliva like it was our job. It was my job. I was okay with that since the strawberry flavored lube lingered on my tongue and I'd much rather have the taste of Pete on my tongue.

His hands slid from the small in my back to my waist. His fingers hooked on the waistband of my boxers and he slid them down. In the same motion he pushed me back onto the mattress to remove the material from my ankles.

At first his eyes widened, "Woah Patrick, you're big."

I took the compliment. I didn't think mine compared to his because his was like a god, but I still said, "Thank you."

He smiled up at me. He placed a kiss to the top of my cock. I was already becoming hard. Then he kissed a trail from there all the way back up to my lips. Our lips locked together while I began pulling down his boxers revealing his large pulsing bulge. That wasn't a bulge anymore, but the real image.

Our lips never left each other until I completely pulled the boxers out from under him. He aggressively shoved me back against the make-do bed again. I could tell he wanted me just as much as I wanted him. I positioned myself in the first position he had ordered me to do.

I watched him dip his index finger and middle finger into the red pinkish-colored lubricant. He looked up at me, "Are you ready?"

I nodded, "I'm so ready."

I turned my head forwards again. Only seeing the dark gray tent's side in my view. He pushed one finger in. I felt a chill going up my spine. The lubricant was ice cold. It was still okay with the warm humidity in the air. I felt Pete's finger push in and out repeatedly working his knuckle into it. I moaned as he hit the right spot. I was shameless. This wasn't awkward at all.

His second finger lined with my entrance. He whispered in my ear, "Do you mind?"

I let out a chuckle, "Holy hell Pete, I don't mind at all. The faster this is over with the faster you get to come into me. Hurry the fuck up."

I was becoming eager and Pete loved it. He quickly put the second finger in repeating all the first actions. He said, "You're so tight, Patrick."

I didn't say anything as I was too busy clenching the end of the blow up mattress since he was hitting my spot, a spot I never knew I had. I was surprised my nails didn't poke a hole in the mattress. He lubed up a third finger. His speed was increasing. I was yelling, "Pete, for the love of god please hurry."

I stroked my length. He laughed. He enjoyed my torture of wanting him. He took all fingers out and was opening the box of condoms. I snatched them from him and threw them against the side of the tent. I looked him straight in his deep eyes, "Bareback it. I trust you."

His smile was full of love and happiness. I believed all he ever wanted was someone to trust him and I did. I trusted him with my life.

I turned my head back while I heard the liquid noise of Pete slathering lubricant along his length. Even that sound was turning me on even more. I was anticipating the moment.

He pushed in a little, about a quarter the way. I was a little tight still, but the pain was pleasurable. Oh so very pleasurable. He pushed in halfways in and then pulled back about a quarter again. I spoke, "Pete, please hur-"

Then he pushed in completely. All length inside of me. I moaned so loudly. He hit my spot perfectly. His hips touched my bare ass. Then he pulled back and repeated. He started jerking me off in between it all. His hips moved in sync to my moans. In and out, in and out, faster...faster. My heart was beating so fast. His hand work was even faster and oh fuck life was good.

I wasn't doing any of the work except the mixture of my moans that escaped from my lips that matched with Pete's. My hands clenched tighter against the mattress. He continued to pump my cock as did he pump into me. The only sound was the pumping and my voice speaking, "Oh yes." "Oh my god, yes." "Pete! Ah!"

I was coming. I said, "Faster, faster, please I'm so fucking close."

Just as I came into his hands I turned around and kissed him. Our bodies didn't disconnect in that moment, but he did come inside of me. The white liquid was on the comforter, his hand, and my stomach and thighs. It was everywhere. I didn't care one bit. We both laid back, exhausted and drained.

All the sexual frustration, gone.

He regained his breath and then hovered over me, licking hot streaks over sensitive skin that contained my white fluid on. I was still hard, it had just calmed down, but Pete doing this wasn't helping one bit.

He kissed my lips. I tasted him and me together. What a perfect combination. I mumbled into his mouth, "Round two?"

He nodded and smiled into the kiss. He said, "You know Patrick, I just lost my virginity to you."

My eyes widened, but we never stopped making out. His eyes were closed. I said, "Really?"

He nodded, "What a wonder gay porn can teach you, but it doesn't compare to you."

I smiled and continued to kiss his soft lips with tongues waltzing in our mouthes. He echoed again, repeating me, "Round two."

I whispered, "I love you so much."

We connected again, becoming intimate with him in the most closely acquainted way possible.

What a wonderful caricature of intimacy.