Sleep Over Madness

Damn it, Calix, are you going to help me study for this test? You know I suck at Calculus!!!

Calix just rolled his eyes. "Fine, Sean, I'll help you again. But what are you going to do in college when I'm not there to help you in math?"

I pecked Calix on the cheek, my personal life saver despite him knowing a have a huge crush on him and I am a teen gay. I have always been a teen gay since I was 13 and now I am already 16. "I'm more of a liberal arts teen gay anyway. Calix just help me out on this and I'll owe you forever."

He just laughed as he packed his backpack and we both headed out of English. The final bell had rung, and school was out. We both walked out the doors into the mild spring weather. "So, just come over whenever you want, my parents are at a conference this weekend, so they won't bother us about anything."

A sudden thought flicked into my mind, and I said it before I was even aware of it, "Actually, just come over to my house," I offered.

Calix stared at me for a second. "What?" he said.

I hit him on the shoulder. "Oh come on, Calix, it wouldn't kill you to walk a block to my house every once in a while. Besides, those math books are heavy. It shouldn't take that long, anyway."

"Fine, but we'll have to hurry, I have a track meet at six, and then I have the entire weekend," he said.

"Come over at four or so," I offered, and he agreed. We walked home talking about how much we hated Mr. Tom Helker, our AP teacher, and laughing about how our friend Terence had missed an easy three pointer at the Pep Rally. We both took our separate ways at 5^th street. Calix lives only eight houses down from my house, so it's not that long a trip.

I unlocked the doors to my house and walked in. My parents were sitting in the living room, and stood up when I entered. "Oh, I'm glad your back, Sean, me and your father just got called to leave for our worker's conference," my mom said. "We were waiting for you to come back; I know you forgot your key. There's plenty in the fridge to eat, don't order out."

They ran out to the car. I had entirely forgotten that their employee's seminar was this weekend. "When will you be back?" I called after them.

"Late Sunday," my dad called as they hopped in the car and sped off.

I closed the door and headed to the kitchen to grab a snack. By pure accident, I spilled a whole glass of water all over my blouse. I headed upstairs to my room to change.

I looked at my naked body in the mirror as I pulled off the drenched wet shirt. I'm 5' 8'', naturally dirty blond with large but firm chest, a tight ass, and a well toned body thanks to lacrosse and field hockey. Unconsciously, I changed into a low-cut shirt with a miniskirt. I have been a cross-dresser since 14 and my parents knew about it even Calix and they all accepted me with open arms. I looked at the clock. It was already three-fifty five! I got my math books ready on the kitchen table. As if on cue, there was a knock at the door. I opened it, and there was Calix. He had apparently taken advantage of the weather as well, as he was wearing a tight tee that accented his built frame. His blue eyes seemed to sparkle for a moment as he took in my appearance, then the look was gone. I must have imagined it, I thought. "Come on in," I said.

Calix looked around my house, eyes lingering on the crucifix hovering over the mantle. "Haven't been here in a while," he commented idly. We both sat down by the coffee table on the sofa. He looked around for a second. "Where are your parents?" he asked abruptly. "Off at some conference for the weekend," I replied. I rubbed my neck for a second. "So... inverse polynomials..." I started. I massaging my neck again. Calix looked at me, concerned. "You've been rubbing your neck a lot today. Something wrong?" he asked. I shrugged. "Tight muscle, must've slept on it wrong," I replied. He inched closer to me on the sofa. "Well no wonder you don't pay attention in math," he said sarcastically. "Here, let me give it a rub." He reached out his hands for my neck.

I stood up for a second in pure reflex, and then relaxed. "OK," I said. Calix stood up and I turned my back to him. His soft hands massaged my neck. It felt wonderful. I closed my eyes. It was if I was at some exotic spa, and a handsome man was massaging my neck, caressing my hair, feeling my curves, moving his hands towards my-

My eyes snapped open. One of Calix's hands were inching down to my waist. "Calix, what are you doing-" I tried to pull away, but Calix held me as he kissed me on the neck.

"I just want to fuck you." I have dreamed of it for so long. I want to fuck a young teen gay like you.

I let out a gasp as his warm hands moved down my pants, caressing me. He kissed me on the neck again. He chuckled as he looped the crucifix I wore around my neck on his wrist, and then ripped it off. I halfheartedly tried to push his hands away, to resist, but he persisted. "Just let me," he breathed into my ear and his hand reached into my pants. His inquisitive fingers found my panties, and he began massaging my increasingly hard cock. I moaned out loud. He pulled down my pants and underwear as his other hand reached up my shirt and squeezed my hard nipples. I was breathing heavily, realizing what was happening in a pale corner of my mind even as I helped him unclasp my bra. He leaned in closer, and I could feel his bulging cock rub against my back. My rational mind screamed. I had known Calix since sixth grade, he helped me with math, he was my friend- his soft mutterings shut down the logical part of my brain. I obeyed my impulses and reach back, feeling for his pant zipper. I pulled it down in one tug, and his erect penis, seven inches of thick meat, tumbled into my hand. I began rubbing it slowly, and he let out a low moan while he continued feeling me up, I pleasuring him, he pleasuring me.

Suddenly I whipped around, a gleam in my eye. It was as if someone else was speaking and moving my body, and I was simply observing. I bent down, pushing Calix onto the couch, took his cock in my mouth, and began to suck, as with my other hands I removed the rest of my clothing and ripped off his shirt. I could feel his manhood throb in my mouth as I fervently wrapped my tongue around his hard-on cock. He groaned in pleasure as I enjoyed the strange and exciting sensation. Suddenly his cock convulsed, and Calix grabbed my hair and pulled me off him as he exploded, spraying hot cum all over my face and big firm chest. He lay there, heaving and immensely satisfied. "That was great," he said. I looked at the hot semen on me, and began wiping it up, and, surprising myself, licking it off my fingers. It was salty, but awkwardly pleasurable.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and then it opened. It was Karl, my best teen gay friend. I then realized with a shock that we had scheduled a sleep over tonight. "Sean? Where are-" he turned in me and Jon's direction and stopped there, dumbstruck. Here was me, a good teen gay, lying naked over Calix, dripping cum. Karl closed the door slowly, still staring at us. Then he strode into the room. "What's going on?" he demanded softly. I muttered a couple of unintelligible things, but I think the only consistent words that made it out of my mouth were

"Please don't tell my parents..."

Karl looked at us both for a moment, then spoke. "I have a deal," he said decisively. "I won't tell your parents... if Calix fucks me too." He took off his shirt and unclasped his bra, leaving his dark firm and big chest. Calix looked at me, and I shrugged, licking the rest of Calix's cum off of my body. Karl didn't wait another second. He dove at Calix's cock, turning it hard and erect with a few seconds of energetic rubbing, then he practically impaled himself on Calix, letting out a high moan.

From there Calix took over, thrusting in and out of his ass hole. I felt myself becoming wet again watching the two doing the great pumpings. After a few minutes Karl came with a melting sigh, and pulled himself off Calix, dripping cum from his asshole as Calix came as well. Karl caught the semen on his bare stomach, and he turned to me, eyes smiling wickedly. "Come and have another taste," he said. I was happy to comply, licking cum off my best friend's stomach and chest. After I had cleaned Kala, I turned back to Calix, who was sweating as he watched us. "Now do me," I commanded, and Calix bent over me and thrust his cock into my ass hole. The orgasmic feeling was like nothing I had ever experienced, and I groaned in pleasure as Calix had his way with me. I came right before Calix, and he pulled away as I lay panting. I wanted more, but Calix shook his head. "I need some down time," he said. Karl turned to me. "That doesn't mean we can't play a little ourselves," he offered. We began massaging each others hard-on cock, rubbing our bodies together. We did this for what seemed like dreamy hours, and I had several orgasms. Finally, we collapsed on each other, exhausted. I sat, pondering the events of the last few hours. Outside darkness was beginning to fall. Calix said quietly, "I'm hungry." I was thinking on other lines. "Calix, your parents are away tonight?" I said. "Yeah," Calix replied. "Why?"

I smiled to myself. "We're going to have a little sleep-over."