Hey guys. I really didn't want to write this, but it was requested. And I haven't got much to do so I might as well just do it. But I implore you to just keep scrolling and pretend you never saw this.
Okay I can do this.
In this story J and S are 17. I wouldn't write 13 y/o smut. Good god.
In the thinning edges of a nearby forest, Jonathan and Sherwin sat at a small picnic area with a lovely array of food. Jonathan brought the supplies, while Sherwin arranged the food. The homemade pizza, teeming with cheese that clung to the other slices of pizza as you removed it from the rest. Sauce that steamed underneath the cheese and was perfectly spiced with just enough herbs to accentuate the bread that was perfectly crisp on the underside that would break with a satisfying crunch on the underside of your mouth, balancing out the soft chew of the cheese and sauce at the top of your mouth. The crust at the edge had flecks of dried oregano and basil that added to the cultured Italian cuisine.
The strawberries were perfect. The evenly fading hue from a delicious crimson to a delightful tint of pink that reminded him of Sherwin's blushing cheeks when they first met. And finally blending to a pale beige, the majority of it hidden by the strawberry's green leaves. The stem cut short with a slanted cut, the stem oozing the faintest bit of moisture from its chlorophyll-rich insides. The leaves covered with minuscule transparent hairs, barely visible unless he actively searched for it. The seeds a dark tan, meekly hiding in the flesh of the strawberry, as if they were contemplating if they should vanish into the inside of the strawberry, or stay outside in the free air.
After the boys finished their meal, they sat at the edge of the hill, just where the hill bent downwards towards the ground where a small, gently rippling stream burbled at the base of the hill. It's pebbles varying from sizes as small as jelly beans, carpeting the riverbed. And some as large as tennis balls, though fewer in number and scattered far between each other. The occasional tiny fish would wiggle their way past, barely visible with its speckled pattern coinciding with the varying hues of tan, beige, grays in scores of different shades, the darkest of ebonies scattering about, equal in number with the palest of ivory pebbles.
Jonathan sighed. Draping his arm over Sherwin's shoulders. And leaning back, as they gazed at the glimmering silver stars. Jonathan squeezed Sherwin. Both arms wrapped closely around his midriff. Sherwin returned the favor by turning his body and kissing Jonathan's forehead. "I love you" muttered Jonathan. And tilted his head up to meet Sherwin's lips. Sherwin leaned back and allowed Jonathan to rise and sit on top of him. Barely seeing his features with the faint light of the waxing moon. Jonathan leaned down and met his forehead with Sherwin's. "May I kiss you?" Jonathan asked in his deep, gravelly voice. Barely audible at his faintest whisper. Sherwin responded by gliding his hands through Jonathan's silky hair, and bringing his lips to his own.
The kiss slowly went from a gentle, harmonious and peaceful kiss, to a passionate and fiery kiss. The battle between their tongues scarcely break, and when they do they return almost instantly, begging for more.
Jonathan could barely suppress moaning, but managed to extract a small one from Sherwin. Jonathan moaned in his gravelly and rough voice. His moan dripping with passion and sheer love for Sherwin. His little sherbet. Sherwin moaned again, reveling in the addictive sound of Jonathan's moans.
A moment afterwards, Jonathan pulled back. Sherwin whimpering slightly at this sudden withdrawal, and made a pouty whine.
"We've been together a while, and I've been thinking." Jonathan said.
"Yes?" Sherwin asked.
"And I think...I'm ready to lose my virginity to you."
Sherwin blushed furiously. Turning a delightful shade of red.
Sherwin stammered incomprehensibly.
Jonathan stretched his hands out in front of Sherwin.
"Only if you're ready too! I wouldn't want to force or persuade you to do anything you don't want to do or aren't ready for." Jonathan exclaimed, realizing how big of a decision this was.
Sherwin hesitated, but then he replied in his smooth, sugary voice. Rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment.
"Yes. I've been thinking about it too. And I'm ready." Sherwin replied.
"Are you sure? This is a big decision. For the both of us." Jonathan queried.
"Yes. I'm sure."
