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Boys in the Clouds

Posted on November 4, 2021 by indieerotica

It's summer vacation, and Bailey has the house all to himself. What better way than to take advantage of lots of alone time with his best friend, Claud. The two of them plan to have so much fun before their last year of high school in the fall.

Now that Bailey and Claud came out to each other, there are many new things to explore in their lives. They can relate to each other's personal struggles, and they're able to confide in each other more than ever. They can also check out other boys together, because why not?

But maybe instead of checking out other boys, they can check each other out and take their friendship to a whole new level. Testing the waters with a serious flirt here and there could be a promising start. They've already flirted harmlessly before, after all. It would just be the next step. If only being virgins didn't make them more anxious.

Bailey also has a crush on Claud, so it's not only physical on his part. He just doesn't know how to go about it. He's more outgoing than the shyer Claud, yet he doesn't feel like it in a unique situation like this.

Who will make the first move? Where will things lead between them? What will happen to their friendship? What they do know is that this summer isn't going to be the same as any other hot one.

It's going to be hot in a whole new way.

Boys in the Clouds is a 3,700 word short story.

Publisher's note: Zay de Parco books are more steamy than explicit, but still very hot!

Thank God school’s out for the summer.

Claud and I just came out to each other. It took us long enough after suspecting each other’s sexuality for a while. We flirt with each other a lot, but we never question it. We flirt because it’s fun and something we got used to doing. I swear we’re the only gay guys in town, even though that might not be the case. It just feels that way because of how conservative our bumfuck Michigan town is. If we’re not the only ones, then there can’t be many others.

What’s awesome about this summer is that my parents are away. Since they went to Hawaii last year, they decided to go to Puerto Rico this year. They’re still very much in love and enjoy spending lots of alone time together. It works out in my favor because I have the lake house all to myself for the whole summer.

Now, Claud and I are floating on our blue, inflatable rafts in the large in-ground swimming pool, the hot sun tanning our backs. We had a splash war a moment ago. I didn’t win because Claud is bigger and stronger than me. Even though we’re both jocks, he’s just huge in comparison. He’s on the wrestling team, so he wins at everything. I never win anything. Plus, he’s taller, so there’s that too.

After being too antsy to stay in one position for too long, I flip around and gaze while Claud remains on his stomach. The clear, blue sky looks pretty with how the fluffy clouds almost form a heart, a rare shape for such a thing. It makes me wish I could fly up there. Maybe I’m just in the mood for some weed. Maybe Claud and I could buy some off our neighbor.

I turn my head to glance at Claud, smiling while my heart and body tingle everywhere. What a hottie who has the ability to make me want him more than he knows. Eyes focused, I trace the outline of his back and stop at his clothed bubble butt, then trace his long legs and toned calves. Who would’ve thought I’d end up feeling this way about my own best friend?

He forms a grin, oblivious to my gawking at him. “Hey, Bailey, do you ever regret our slack-off year in the ninth grade?” He has a real deep voice for hitting puberty after a delayed growth spurt. And I thought mine was deep. “Well, our first ninth-grade year, not the second one, obviously.”

I shift my gaze back to the sky. “Why, because we’ll be the only eighteen-year-old seniors for a while when we go back to school this fall?” I didn’t really care if we were mocked for it. Then again, most of the students probably didn’t, either. Claud’s worrying over nothing.

“Well, maybe that too, but more like colleges won’t be impressed that we failed a year since it’s permanently on our high school records.”

“That’s a good point, but I’m not planning to go to some pretentious university that won’t guarantee my acceptance even with perfect grades.”

“So, we’re probably stuck going to a community college, then, huh?”

“Not necessarily. There might be some universities out there that are more lenient. Besides, it was just the one year, and that was a few years ago.”

“Because of that stupid challenge to see what would happen if we did literally nothing at school.” Claud chuckles.

I grin. Yeah, we were pretty stupid for skipping school, not doing our homework, and getting drunk and high all the time like stupid asses. Well, we still got high at times, just less stupid. I’m not sure how Claud felt at the time, but I wanted to spend so much extra time with him because of whatever it was I felt and still feel for him.

Bits of Boy Love: 8 Bite-Size Love Scenes

Posted on September 3, 2021February 13, 2022 by indieerotica

This is an anthology short of eight flash fiction stories about boys loving boys. Whether at their high schools or in their bedrooms, their private moments can get a bit too hot to handle. But romance always wins in this collection because it's what boyxboy love is all about. And what better way to celebrate boy love than with tasteful storytelling? Sometimes, less really is more.

Bits of Boy Love is a 5,500-word collection of flash fiction.

Publisher's note: Zay de Parco books are more steamy than explicit, but still very hot!

He’s not just my first love; he’s my everything. Our families know, and they don’t like it very much. We’re not just different in many ways; we’re the same in one socially-triggering way: we’re both boys.

Since we’re high school seniors at eighteen, there’s not much they can do to stop us from meeting up. So, here we are at a cheap motel just outside of town. It’s amazing how a dump can seem anything but, just because of the meaning we bring to this place. I mean, the yellow-stained walls were probably white at one time, the poop-brown carpet looks worn, the dresser has chips and scratches, the TV on top of it is outdated, the hideous bathroom works when it wants to, and the lopsided bed with tacky bedding squeaks.

But I bet we’ll remember this forever. It’s where we lost our virginities to each other while wearing our promise rings.

Like all the other times, we do less talking because we can do that any other time. We’re kissing in each other’s arms while lying on the bed, clothes on the floor. He’s always on my right side because I’m left-handed. That comes in handy whenever we help each other out. I love his passionate kisses because of how they make me feel. I don’t just get excited and stimulated; I turn into a molten mess of saccharine goo. Our lower halves rub against each other, and they create the kind of friction that threatens us to finish too soon.

After a while, he breaks the kiss to smile at me. It’s not a normal smile, though; it’s the seductive kind that tells me I’m his and he’s mine. He continues his kisses. This time, he plants a trail of tender ones from my lips to my chin, and to my throat. He knows how to make me feel by kissing me this softly, goosebumps decorating my skin. He knows exactly what he’s doing because he wants me to want him. Not in a cocky way, of course.

Then, he kisses the right side of my neck and trails up to my jaw. Finally, he nibbles my earlobe. By now, I’m floating in the clouds. It may sound like a cliché, but it really does feel like that whenever he shows me this kind of passionate affection. Now, he licks my ear. His suction sounds when he swirls his tongue around tickle me in the best way, making me moan a little until I realize I should be quiet to avoid being heard from both sides of the wall.

He stops and stares at me, his eyeballs moving around just slightly to silently tell me that he’s admiring me. I only know this because he’s told me more than once. “You’re really beautiful. Both inside and out.”

My eyes flutter at the same time my heart does. He used to be a typical skinny nerd. Well, he kind of still is a skinny nerd, just not fashionably anymore. After we got together, he just changed on his own and started wearing nicer T-shirts and jeans. I never asked why because it didn’t matter to me. I would’ve never changed him. Why would I? I accepted him for him for a reason.

Me? I’m what you call an artsy jock. I like sports; I play and watch baseball. But I like art too, and I write poems and designs creatures on my drawing tablet.

He lightly traces my defined abs with his fingers, instilling a tolerably-ticklish sensation. When he reaches my taut left nipple and rubs it, he grins.

I breathe hard. “You know I’m sensitive.”

“I know.” But he continues anyway.

“But where do I…ungh…” A soft moan comes out of me.

He quickly gets on his knees in between my spread-out legs, and he starts bobbing his head with vigor. He rubs both my hard nipples while doing this, silently telling me he wants what he calls a very special part of me. He wants a taste of my sweet love.

I rest my hand on the back of his head and throw my head back against the pillow, eyes shut. I breathe harder, trying to control the intense sensation coursing through me, but I can’t. He knows it; that’s the point. And in just moments, Heaven crashes into me. My mouth opens, and I stifle a cry. Seconds pass, and I catch my breath.

He raises himself to his knees and licks his lips with a grin. Then, he snuggles into my arms and nuzzles my face with his. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

That was just the first half of our love round. Now, it’s his turn to relax and enjoy me doing the same to him. Afterward, we’ll carry on with our lives and try to make the best of it until we graduate from high school and go away together for college. We’re inseparable now. Why wouldn’t we be in the future? Heaven doesn’t just crash into me whenever we do what we just did; it crashes into me whenever I’m in the same room with him.

I guess this is what love really feels like.