Music - Express Yourself by Madonna

Warning - Contains pretty mature stuff
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Todd

I arrived at the Parkers' residence around eight in the evening. It was my first time seeing their house. We lived in a pretty big home in the suburbs with the neighbors' houses not far away from ours. But it was nothing compared to the Parkers' mansion. I heard talks about how big it was and what it looked like in school but I never imagined it to be about four times bigger than our home. When I got to the place, I had to pass by a huge gate, and it took me a minute of waiting as the guard called Gray through a telephone.

I guess being a CEO of one of the most popular shopping malls in the state guaranteed such prestige and wealth. Gray was Richie Rich personified.

I drove my way in when the guard finally signaled me to. As I reached the front door of their mansion, Gray was already outside, waiting for me.

After finding a perfect place to park my car, I stepped out and made my way to meet Gray at the door. "You're hella rich!" I told Gray in astonishment.

"I'm not," He chuckled as he opened the door. "But my parents are."

The interior of their house was even more impressive than the exterior. There was a huge crystal chandelier in their living area and I could see paintings hanging on the walls on the second floor through their interior balcony. "Where are they by the way?" I asked the blonde stud, his strawberry blonde hair blending perfectly with the pastel color scheme of their mansion. Everything was just bright and happy.

"As usual, mom's probably out wasting dad's money on her new boy toy. Dad's out of the country for a business trip." He said and sighed in exasperation. I followed him upstairs to his room. "It's always like that and I just got used to it. But we got the whole house to ourselves."

It didn't sound like a normal family problem to me. His mom was having an affair while his dad was out working hard to maintain their expensive lifestyle, and Gray seemed fine with it. One would think the Parkers were the perfect family, living a perfectly happy life. But it seemed like that wasn't the case.

When we got to the door of his room, I grabbed Gray by the wrist and swiftly turned him around, pinning him against the door, his arms were held captive by mine over his head. "Then we can be as loud as we want," I whispered in his ear before burying my head between his strong jaw and stiff shoulder, and sucked on his neck, eliciting a moan from him. It made me hot all over.

I honestly didn't have an idea if what I was doing was pleasurable for Gray. I could only use a couple of romantic Hollywood films that I just watched recently as a reference. I continued devouring his neck when he said in between ragged breaths, "The maids might see us."

Gray reached for the doorknob and turned it open. I shut the door closed and held his hips as I quickly guided him to his bed. "I just want you to know, you're so hot," I smirked as he turned a shade redder. When I felt the edge of the bed against my legs, I resumed savoring his neck, wanting to hear him moan again. Just listening to him cry in lust with his deep and velvety voice was enough to make me want to lose my virginity to him.

I let myself lose as we collapsed on the bed. He was on top of me and I could feel him grinding on me. "We're here to get drunk, not to fuck." He giggled playfully as he added more pressure to his ass, making my dick twitch.

Gray got up from his bed and scrambled to his closet. While he wasn't looking, I took my shirt off and threw it on the floor. It was the tank top that Tony lent me this morning. I decided to keep it on my way to Gray's when I realized the shirt looked pretty sexy on me. It made my arms look bigger and I thought Gray would appreciate the view. Along with the shirt, I also undid my jeans, leaving me fully exposed with just my trunks on.

I had been waiting to get my hands on Gray's figure since Monday. Just the thought of my body pressing against his warm and smooth skin, and his lips on mine made me more excited than a kid stuck in a candy store.

Gray finally shut his closet closed and returned with a bottle of Hennessy in his hand, and a box of Ferrero Rocher on the other.

'Brandy and Chocolates? This should be interesting.'

He placed them on his nightstand as he opened the drawer and pulled a shot glass. "First one to pass out drunk, loses. The loser gets to grant the winner a wish." He said as he popped the bottle of alcohol open and filled the shot glass. He returned the bottle to the table and went on to unwrap a piece of chocolate. "I told you, my lips could be your chaser."

Gray then took the shot glass and handed it to me while he held the chocolate in his hand. "Cheers." When he raised his hand that was holding the chocolate in the air, I raised my glass as well and quickly downed the golden brown liquid, the warmth of it sending a tingling sensation down my throat.

I was already expecting the bitter taste of brandy to register in my mouth when Gray crashed his lips on mine, and the sweet flavor of the chocolate mixed in with the alcohol. It was warm inside my throat and sweet on my tongue - the combination was surprisingly amazing. While his tongue explored my mouth, I lost my balance and we fell on top of each other on his king-sized bed, causing him to pull away. I let out a chuckle.

"Wow." I grinned in astonishment as I replayed the scene in my mind. I was just laughing at what just happened. It was definitely different yet it was absolutely exciting. "I have no idea alcohol could taste that good."

"Just so you know, that stunt you did on Thursday at the locker room, I could be kinkier than that." He giggled. I never heard his voice that squeaky before.

I shook my head and sat up on the bed as I tugged both of my hands on the hem of his loose shirt and peeled it right off of his body. Gray stood up from his bed and undid his shorts, letting it fall on his carpeted floor, his white briefs did a great job displaying his huge erection.

I get off the bed as I took the bottle of brandy and refilled the now empty shot glass with it. So far, the alcohol wasn't doing anything yet with my body and I could still think straight. "Lie on the bed," I commanded him and he immediately complied, his head resting on his muscular arms. I continued, "Are you challenging me? Because if you think that's the kinkiest I can get, then you're wrong."

"Then what you gonna do then?" He smirked.

He had no idea what was coming for him. I could still remember that one sleazy dream I had just weeks ago that involved strawberries and whip cream. There may not be any strawberries and whip cream around, but I could still recreate that dream with what we had. It could be a whole lot sexier with a shot of Henny.

"Flex your abs," I told him in which he did without question. I subconsciously elicited a groan. 'God, what a stunning view.' He had such a perfect body for his age. His six-pack was already noticeable when they weren't flexed, but seeing it in full display and him showing off what he worked hard for, I just wanted to lick him up. "Open your mouth."

I took a piece of chocolate, unwrapped its golden casing and put half of it in his mouth. "Bite," I instructed him and when he did, I took the remaining half and smeared it all over his torso. He stopped flexing his abs this time after holding his breath for a while. I smirked as I commanded him, "Come on, Parker, flex."

When he did, I took the shot glass and told him, "Hope you don't have a problem with me wetting your bed a little bit." and carefully poured the liquid on the crevices between his abs, including his navel. Not wanting to spill some of the alcohol, I got down on him, my head facing his golden trail and began licking up the brandy on his chocolate-smeared body, making him shiver uncontrollably.

When I reached his neck, he moaned my last name, 'Hitcher'. He loved to call me that instead of Todd. His moans this time were not held back and he was actually pretty loud. His neck, specifically the part just below his ears, seemed to be a very sensitive spot.

As soon as I kissed him once again, I already consumed the alcohol and I only hoped he still tasted some in my mouth. The shot was supposed to be his but it didn't go well according to plan. I still thought it was wild.

Technically, I had two shots and Gray had none. I could tell I was already a little buzzed.

"I love your version of a body shot." Gray whimpered as he caught his breath when I pulled away. I stared at his beautiful face and I could tell from his grin that he loved it.

"Let's play some music." Gray got on the floor and pulled a box under his bed. He had a stash of CDs in it. As he looked over his collection, I sat on the bed and rested my back on the headboard, my hand supporting my head while I use the other one to palm my cock over my boxers. He wanted to get drunk but I wanted to get laid. Him being my first wasn't a bad idea at all.

When he finally chose a CD, he took it out of the case and put it in his CD player that was on his nightstand.

My gaze landed on the tape's case that was also on the nightstand. It was Madonna's album, 'Like a Prayer'. I was about to tease the muscular captain of the basketball team for having a Madonna album when one of the songs started playing the background. "Madonna is a fucking queen!" Gray cheered as he poured brandy on the shot glass and downed it in the blink of an eye. He picked a piece of chocolate from the box and danced to the beat of the music as he removed its wrapper and popped it in his mouth. As he chewed, he said, "Corm orn Hirtcher, lesh jance!"

"You're so gay!" I laughed but I decided to get on my feet and joined him dance to Madonna's Express Yourself. I wasn't a good dancer but being a good dancer in moments like this wasn't really necessary. The beat was groovy and the singer's light and high pitched voice added more energy to the track. I was more of a Led Zeppelin, Nirvana and Oasis type of guy but I didn't mind a little bit of Madonna.

"I used to jack off to the wet and naked guys on the music video of this song." He laughed as he flailed his arms around, thrusting his hips aggressively in all directions. It was a fun sight to see. "They're so fuckin' hot!"

Gray returned to the nightstand and filled the shot glass once again, bringing it to me with a piece of chocolate on his other hand. "Oh no, I technically had two shots. That's for you." I grinned, refusing to take the drink. It didn't take a while when I found the glass was already emptied by Gray. It wasn't empty for too long when Gray refilled it with that same golden poison that we had been drinking for the past fifteen minutes or so and gave it to me.

I took a deep breath and poured the Hennessy down my throat, immediately taking a piece of chocolate after. Something about the chocolate made the drink very enjoyable. I almost stopped hating brandy. Third shot in and I already felt a little lightheaded.

I thought my vision was turning hazy and smoky, but there really was smoke as the smell of cigarette entered my nostrils. I stopped dancing for a while and turned to look at Gray. He was indeed smoking cigarettes while he laid in his bed. "Ey din't know ye smoke." my words were already slurred

"I only smoke here." He said, puffing a thick white smoke in the air. "my dad would flip the shit out if he finds out."

"Ishn't that rishky fa ye health?" I asked him as I tried to pronounce the words right, the minty scent of his cigarette filling up the room.

"I don't do this a lot." He explained as got up and made his way towards me, puffing smoke directly to my face. "Wanna try?"

I shook my head, "No, Om fine." I told him.

"Come on, try it, Hitcher, just one puff." Gray insisted, handing the cigarette to me. I sighed as I shrugged and took the cigarette, placing the lifeless killer in my mouth. He instructed, "Hold it between your index finger and middle finger. Now, don't inhale too much."

But I did it anyway and I ended up a coughing mess. I handed the cigarette back to him.

"God, Hitcher, you're drunk." He laughed as I coughed my ass off on the floor. "You only had three shots. Weak!"

"Em not fuckin' drunk!" I whined in between coughs and laughs. "fuck!"

"You never swear. You're hella drunk."

I decided to lie on the carpeted floor and turned around, my body facing the ceiling. My eyes found Gray sitting on the edge of his bed. My vision was already hazy even with my glasses on. I never drank this much alcohol in my life. I can barely finish a can of beer. "I had mo shots zan ya tho. Yo' unfair!"

Gray just chuckled and pulled the drawer open as he took out a glass ashtray. He placed the cigarette in it and went to fill the shot glass with Hennessy. After he took a shot, I didn't catch him eat a piece of Ferrero Rocher this time.

Gray took the ashtray as he decided to get on the floor and crawl his way beside me. He rested his head on my arm, his hand still holding the cigarette. I couldn't think of anything to say and if I did, I'd only be slurring the words out. He placed the stick on my mouth. "Just inhale slowly, come on, I'll guide you. Pretend you're drinking a milkshake through a straw."

I did exactly what he said and before I could inhale more smoke, he pulled the cigarette out of my mouth. "Now, close your mouth and breathe it out with your nose. At least that's what I do." He instructed and as I did what he just said, smoke came out of my nose. For some reason, the minty flavor of it got stronger and I could feel a burning sensation in my nose. "What do you think?"

I chuckled and shook my head as my arm played with his golden locks. "Not bad."

"I wanted to try a lot of things," Gray said after puffing another smoke. " When I was eight, I wanted to have this huge dollhouse that comes with three dolls. I remember it being a family. Being able to play around with those dolls and that huge dollhouse was my ultimate dream as a kid, but my dad refused to buy them for me and told me it was for girls. I asked my mom if she could get it for me instead. I could still remember her telling me I might turn gay if I played with a girl's toy."

It was devastating to hear his story. He was just a kid, how was a kid supposed to know what being gay was like at the age of eight? I used to love the color baby pink when I was younger and my parents didn't find anything wrong with it.

I took the cigarette in his hand and decided to puff a smoke.

"Guess what, I still ended up being gay." He chuckled and when I looked at him, there were tears brimming his eyes. "Now I don't know how to tell them."

"Om shh...shhorry, Gray," I said.

I wanted to tell him his parents would understand, but I never met them and the reality is, some parents disown their kids for the shallowest of reasons.

Gray retrieved the cigarette from my hand and finally stubbed it on the ashtray. He then got up and crawled on top of me and it was his turn to suck my neck. "Ah..." I gasped as he licked a part just under my jaw. I had no idea I had a sensitive spot there. He decided to ravage my lips next. His tongue entered my mouth and as much as I wanted the idea of me being the dominant one, I let him explore my mouth, making me feel different kinds of sensations at once.

He pulled away and started kissing me from my neck, down to my nipples, and my stomach. When he began to dip his tongue on my navel, I let out a loud moan and I felt my dick strain against my boxers. "Fuck!"

The only thing I wanted at that moment was for Gray to blow me.

Gray tugged my boxers down and my cock sprawled freely, hard as a rock. "You have such perfect genetics." I looked down and saw him staring at me with a wide grin on his face. He began to play with my cock, gripping it sturdily as he moved his hand up and down, jerking me off slowly.

"Oh my god..." I gasped and I couldn't help but thrust my hips for a stronger friction.

I barely touched myself. Whenever I did, I had to be extremely horny. I always occupied myself with other things, like school projects, swimming or surfing at the beach, hanging out with my friends, or just sleeping. I didn't think much about sex before. Gray was my sexual awakening.

"Ever received head before?" He asked with a smirk and I shook my head. He continued to stroke my cock and licked his mouth. "Just the sight of this makes my mouth water." He said and I gasped loudly when I felt his lips go down my shaft. I tried to tug the carpet but I was unable to.

His mouth was warm and slippery and I was feeling a whole new sensation that I had never felt before when I masturbate. It felt like my dick was getting massaged by a professional and I was having the time of my life. "Sooo good." I cried in pleasure as I ran my hands through my hair. I had no idea I was already sweating.

I looked down and Gray was looking up at me as my cock stuffed his mouth. It was a glorious erotic sight that I didn't want to forget by the time I sobered up. My hands reached his head, tugging his hair for support as I thrust deeper into his mouth. I was bucking my hips uncontrollably when he went on to fondle my balls. I was breathless and a moaning mess when I felt his lips touched the base of my shaft, the head of my cock reaching a tighter hole inside. I was technically fucking his throat. "Don't...sh..shtahp!"

I felt his hands crawled from my abs up to my chest, fingering my nipples, driving me to the edge. "I'm...c-close." I struggled to get the words right out of my mouth as my body writhed with pleasure.

I wanted to last a little longer but I couldn't, the need to release was overwhelming and I didn't even know how to distract myself to stall for time. "haa..I'm...ah.." I wasn't able to tell warn him and I climaxed in his mouth, my body quivering violently as I contorted like a bow from the release.

It was possibly one of the best feelings that I had ever felt in my seventeen years of existence.

Gray crawled on top of me and crashed his lips into mine, a variety of flavors exploded in my taste buds. I just tasted myself through his mouth. He went on to suck my neck, the urge to return the favor to him was killing me but my body was exhausted and my vision was already extremely hazy. "I guess you lose this time." He chuckled.

I tried to get up but failed instantly. I closed my eyes and let sleep took over.

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Author's Note:
So far, this is my favorite chapter. I believe it shows how teens tend to experiment with new things, may it be with people, or vices. It's that part of our lives where we believe the world revolves around us and we feel wild and invincible. I didn't enjoy the first three years of being a teenager and around sixteen and older, I began to experiment in college (I don't do drugs tho lmfao). I never tried smoking and I will always be against it (my grandpa died from lung cancer), but I'm not Todd or Gray lol, they can do their thing and we'll just see where their decisions get them in the future. So yeah, I personally loved this chapter as I relate to it.

Pride month's also about to end and I just want to say that the LGBT community has been fighting for equality for a long time now and I'm so glad that the efforts are somehow paying off. To the parents who have queer kids, love them and cherish them. I promise you, they're still one of the best things to ever happen in your lives. Don't be like Gray's parents. #itgetsbetter

Sidenote: I wanna know what ya'll think about the body shot scene. I am very much open for feedback.

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