Blake Hart
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Exploration Date – Part 7
🕑 Added 2025-11-21 21:00:06 +0000 UTCEveryone in this story is 18+
The next afternoon we were sprawled across my bed again, controllers warm in our hands, the familiar chaos of Smash Bros filling the room with beeps and explosions. Kai had me pinned in a combo I couldn’t escape, his Bowser slamming my Kirby off the stage while he laughed under his breath, that low, satisfied sound he always made when he was winning.
I was about to call him a cheater when my door swung open. Phoenix leaned in the frame, filling it completely—black sleeveless shirt stretched thin over his chest and shoulders that looked carved out of something harder than flesh, loose gray shorts hanging low enough to show the deep V cutting into his hips. The air shifted, suddenly thicker, like the room had shrunk around him.
He didn’t even glance at Kai. “Yo, Arlo. Wanna hit the gym tomorrow?”
My heart did a stupid stutter. The idea of being alone with him in that fluorescent-lit sweatbox, plates clanging, his hands spotting me—it lit something low in my gut. I tried to sound casual. “Yeah. Sure, bro.”
Phoenix stepped inside, the floor creaking under him. “Good. We’ll get you on a real program. Track macros, pound protein. You’ll feel the difference in a week.” He flexed one arm without thinking, bicep peaking sharp, veins standing out like cables. The shirt rode up just enough to flash the bottom row of his abs.
Kai’s fingers stilled on the controller. I felt the heat coming off him, but I ignored it.
Liv appeared behind him, arms folded, crop top barely covering anything. “Babe, let’s go. Sale at the mall, remember? No point wasting breath on these gremlins.”
Phoenix turned, sliding a possessive hand around her waist. “In a minute. Change the shirt first—too short. Every dude in the mall’s gonna stare.”
Liv rolled her eyes but smiled like she’d won something. “Jealous?”
He smacked her ass lightly. “Just go. I’ll warm the car.” Then, to me: “Five tomorrow, A. Don’t bail.”
“Can’t wait—I mean, cool. See you.”
He smirked like he’d heard the slip, eyes lingering a second too long, then pulled the door shut.
Silence crashed in. Kai stared at the paused screen.
“I thought we were swimming tomorrow,” he said quietly.
“We can swim any time,” I answered, too fast. “You could come to the gym if you want.”
“He didn’t invite me.”
“You know how he is.”
“Yeah,” Kai said. “Hates me.”
“He doesn’t hate you, he just—”
“Loves people who kiss his ass and fawn all over his muscles?”
“It’s not like that. Jeez. You’re just jealous.”
Kai’s eyes narrowed, but his mouth twitched. “Yeah, very jealous. Being a douche and having a bitch-ass girlfriend.”
I lost it—cracked up so hard my controller slipped from my hand, laughter bursting out of me like I’d been holding it in for days. “Yeah, true, having my sis as a GF has to be a fucking nightmare.”
Kai barked a laugh, surprised and real, the sound cutting straight through the leftover anger. Tension snapped like a rubber band, the room feeling lighter, bigger, ours again. We let the quiet settle after, comfortable, the paused game humming low, house empty—just us and the easy rhythm of breathing side by side.
Kai rolled onto his side, looking at me. “You ever wonder what it actually feels like? To be inside someone?”
The question hung there, simple and huge. My dick stirred, answering before I could. “I’m 18… Every day,” I said, laughing to cover the roughness in my voice.
He bit his lip. “We’ve been… practicing other stuff. What if we tried that too?”
My pulse kicked hard. “You serious?”
He shrugged, but his pupils were blown. “We’re both virgins. Might as well learn together.”
I swallowed. “Okay. But I top.”
Kai’s breath hitched. “Fine. Could be interesting to see what the girl feels.”
Clothes came off fast—nervous, clumsy, shirts catching on elbows, jeans kicked to the floor. The air was cool on bare skin, goosebumps rising. Kai dropped to his knees first, mouth hot and wet sliding down my cock, tongue pressing the underside, cheeks hollowing. The heat was nice—wet suction, his breath fanning my balls. Spit pooled, dripped, slicked everything. I lasted maybe ninety seconds before pulling him off, dizzy.
Condom packet shook in my fingers. Dick wilted a little from nerves; I had to stroke myself half-hard again while Kai watched, eyes dark. Finally rolled it on—tight, strange pressure. He grabbed lotion from my nightstand—coconut-scented, thick—and smeared it over himself and me. It smelled like summer and felt wrong, clumpy, but we were too far gone to care.
Kai got on all fours, back arched, ass pale in the afternoon light. I knelt behind him, heart hammering so loud I was sure he could hear. The head of my cock nudged his hole—tight, dry despite the lotion, resisting. I pushed. Nothing but pressure and Kai’s sharp inhale.
“Slow—” he gritted.
I tried again, harder. A burn, a pop, then resistance again. Lotion squelched, turned gritty. Every thrust felt like sandpaper; Kai tensed, breath hitching in pain, my dick bending awkwardly, going limp. We rocked like that for minutes—sweat prickling, frustration rising.
“Fuck this,” Kai laughed, breathless and embarrassed. “Not happening.”
We collapsed side by side, pulled up porn on my laptop—some loud, fake-moaning video—and just jerked, shoulders touching, the familiar rhythm easier, safer. I came first, biting my forearm to stay quiet, cum streaking my stomach in hot pulses. Kai followed seconds later, groaning low, hand flying, load splattering his chest and neck.
We lay there sticky, breathing hard, the failed attempt already turning into something we could laugh about later.
My phone buzzed on the nightstand.
I grabbed it, read the email, and the air left my lungs.
“Got in,” I said, voice flat. “Early acceptance. My top-choice school.”
Kai sat up slowly, cum still glistening on his skin. “The one with the engineering scholarship?”
“Yeah.”
We’d known it was coming—different schools—but seeing the words made the distance real. His family couldn’t touch that tuition, even with aid. NYU was already a dream he was fighting for with every side hustle; my school was out of reach.
Kai wiped himself with his discarded shirt, forced a grin that didn’t fit. “That’s sick, Lo. Proud of you.”
“Thanks,” I said, the word tasting wrong.
The laptop kept playing, moans tinny and distant. Neither of us moved to close it.
Comments
Blake
Very true. Some momths left before college.
Devin
Unfortunately, I got chapter 8 before this, so read it first. Bummed they didn’t fuck. First timers…..cream is not the same as lube. You have to open someone with fingers first. One, then two, then three, and then dick, and slow with lots of waiting. Oh well, guess it wasn’t meant to be. How much longer before they go off to school?
