Date: Tue, 17 Jun 2014 19:55:46 -0500
From: Jarrod Holiway <jdylanh9@gmail.com>
Subject: Levi (Part 8)

Levi, The Poetic Boy

This is the Eighth Installment of the Levi Series.

***All Usual Disclaimers Apply***
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	Having spent several years as an Emergency Department physician
I prided myself on being calm and collected in situations of chaos. I
have never really been in one of those situations with someone I was
personally connected to or loved. "No. No. No. No. No." I yelled as I
ran toward the motionless Jason. I reached the bed and stopped and stared.
I tried to remember the first step to assessing an unconscious trauma
patient. I was blank. I realized I was staring into Nathan's screaming
face and I was blank in my mind. I was frozen. I could see and hear but
I couldn't process.

"Christian! CHRISTIAN! DOCTOR!" Nathan screamed.

      Still, I don't think I was completely with it. I looked to my right
and standing there was a pale Levi - paler than usual. His skin wasn't
giving off the normal beautiful white glow, but instead an ugly translucent
appearance. I stared into his eyes. They were unmoving, unyielding, and
unreadable. In that moment, I couldn't see into his soul exactly, but I
know I was seeing into him as much as a person can see into another. I could
tell Levi was focused on the memory of Jason. There was something like a
montage playing in Levi's mind's eye of the times he had spent with Jason.
These were the memories he kept to himself. They were so important to him he
had stored them away and now seeing Jason's lifeless body was like the crumbling
of the Hoover Dam; the memories he cherished began to flood his brain. I was
paralyzed staring into Levi's overly large, dark eyes. What was he seeing in his
mind?


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	I couldn't believe the most amazing day I had with Christian and
Nathan: the shopping, the unity, the normalcy, the lack of hate. I had
grown so accustomed to my parents' nastiness I forgot how people could be
so beautiful to one another.  I firmly believe Christian doesn't want
anything from me but happiness. Oh, and I gave a cute boy my number. I hope
Jason calls me. He was more gorgeous than Christian and more fun than
Nathan. Is it possible I found the perfect mix of the two most amazing men
ever? I hope one day I can thank Nathan and Christian in a way that will
show them how much they mean to me.

	A text! A text! I hope its Jason. Oh my God it is! "Hey Levi. I
hope I don't look dumb texting you the same day I got your number. Also, I
am too nervous to call."  Oh my God, he is just as nervous as I am! I need
to tell Christian. Ask him what I should say back.

	Actually, no. I want to do this. Okay, I can be cool. I'll text
back, "If you waited much longer I was going to start stalking you." Okay,
now I wait for a text back. It's so hard to wait! My hand clutches the poor
phone and my body is practically writhing. The anticipation is too much.

"Oh please! I wish I was half as good-looking as the two men you were
with. They are the best tippers I have ever seen by the way. Please thank
them for me. A lot."  Jason texted.

"It's not their tip I am interested in!! LOL! ;)" Okay, hopefully Jason
doesn't think I am being slutty.

"HAHA! Well, consider me the luckiest man today then." Jason texted.

	Jason and I texted each other for a few days; mostly small
questions and fun, flirty messages. I couldn't help it eventually and I
called him. He let it ring three times before he answered so I was worried
I crossed a line I wasn't supposed to cross yet. However, he sounded
pleasant and was just as fun as he was in text. We talked and texted for a
couple more days. Then we had a date.  Another date. On the third date I
couldn't take it anymore.

	Sitting in his car I had to kiss him. Only problem was he started
kissing me first. I melted, liquefied, poured myself into him. This was the
first kiss of my life. I want more of him but I am so scared. That's
okay. I just need to enjoy this moment forever. How do I enjoy it forever?
Okay, I just need to focus on everything and make the most powerful memory
possible. Oh, he smells and feels so good. I am going to cry. Why do I want
to cry right now? Am I in love with him?  Holy Shit! I am in love. Okay,
don't cry - just keep kissing him. Okay, now should I go farther with him?
I am not even hard. Well, kind of hard. I can't breathe. I hope we kiss
forever.

	I am so happy Christian and Nathan are with me in the
hospital. Seems like bullshit, un-fucking-fair-bull-shit I have to wake up
in pain in a hospital bed because three guys are the world's biggest
asshats. Why did they pick me? I need Jason. Oh fuck, I can tell Christian
is mad I told him to leave and Jason can stay.  Oh well, Christian will
always be what I need him to be. Right now, I need Jason with me. Alone. It
is a shame Christian had to find about Jason this way though.  It is clear
Nathan kept my secret. I still am not completely sure why I was able to
tell Nathan and not Christian. Oh well, Nathan did me a solid and he
promised when the time came for Christian to find out, he would make it go
smoothly. I trust Nathan will. I wish I could move both arms and hold
Jason. That's okay too though - it feels good just to be held by him. I
must look like ground beef and Jason is still planting little kisses on my
face. I am going to be alright. I know it.

	Christian invited Jason over! The first time Christian and Jason
are going to be together conversationally! I feel like the only way this
can go, is good! I can't take my eyes off of Jason; does anyone notice?

	My first day of college. I wish Jason was here but at the same time
I think it is only fitting that I see Christian and Nathan at the beginning
of the day and Jason at the end of the day. It is like the perfect
symbolism to my life. My life began when I met those two men and my life
now ends with Jason. They put me out in the world with what I need and
Jason snagged me from the world and gave me a new need. The sun rose with
Christian and Nathan - it sets with Jason.

	We walked down the main aisle of the courtroom single file: Nathan
leading, then Christian, then me, and Jason behind me. Jason always has my
back - no matter what. Jason will always be behind me, to support
me. Nathan and Christian will always be in front of me clearing the
obstacles from my path so as to create a place that serves my best
interests. We take our seats and I feel the hands of love on me. Fuck those
fag-bashers - they can't stop this with a million bashings.

	Jason and I tickled and play-fought each other all night in the
name of the Honorable Judge Borland. It just came to me. This is the moment
that makes the most sense to have sex with Jason. Not just that but also
show Nathan and Christian what they have done for me. I stopped wrestling
and stood up. I stared right into Jason's eyes and pulled my shirt
off. "Are you sure?" Was all he said.

"I know with all my heart it will be you and me forever. Even if it isn't -
I could still never love anyone more than you. I have to experience my
first time with you Jason. I have to." I said with my voice breaking. I
have never been more nervous in my life. I practically shook until Jason's
hand landed flat on my stomach and slowly slid around my side to my
back. He pulled me to him and our lips locked. That kiss made our first one
seem stupid. It made every other kiss we have shared seem silly.  That
kiss, with our shirtless torsos pushed together, was the culmination of
every bit of love I have ever felt for Jason. I wasn't kind of hard this
time - I was ready to explode. I know Nathan and Christian will understand
when they see the video. I have seen them kiss. They both get lost. It is
like they are on a different plain of existence. This is one of those
moments you know you can only understand when you experience it. No one can
explain it to you; you can't read it in a book and get it. You can't see it
on television and know what the people are feeling.  You have to experience
it. Once you do experience it though, so much more of life makes sense.

	I just logged onto my student page and the last professor posted my
final grade: All As. I have officially finished my first year of college
with a 4.0 GPA.  I texted Christian the news. He and Nathan took a couple
days off to go to a conference and to have sex in a hotel. Christian and
Nathan always say hotel sex is the best sex. Jason is on his way over;
maybe we should get a hotel room and celebrate. "Well, why don't we pretend
like Christian and Nathan's room and bathroom are our hotel room?" Jason
suggested. Holy shit that is brilliant. We went to my room and I packed an
overnight bag. Jason already had his because he was going to stay the night
anyway. We opened their bedroom door and entered. Even though we had spent
so much time in there room just talking to them, it felt kind of like a
hotel room tonight. They weren't here.

"After our long trip why don't we take a shower?" Jason asked.

"The front desk man suggested we use the Jacuzzi." I said while kicking my
shoes off and going straight for Jason's belt. I kissed him, and then
again, and then again while I was undoing his pants. He was trying to undo
mine at the same time but was coming dangerously close to falling
over. "Don't worry about them hot stuff. When you are around they come off
all on their own." With that I stepped on the bottom of the left leg and
pulled up out of them and then the right leg.  I shimmied my hips back and
forth just a little and the jeans fell to my feet.

"Hahaha! What an amazing pair of jeans for such an amazing Prince of
Pearls."  Jason always calls me that because he is astounded at how much
precum I make.  I guess it is more than a normal guy. I pretty much leak
constantly from the second I get excited until a couple minutes after I
cum. I was still chuckling when his hands made contact with my chest
pushing me backwards hard enough I had no control. I fell sprawled out onto
the bed and before I caught my breath he was straddling my hips. His sweet,
12-hours-ago-shaven face pressed against mine. I went to kiss him and he
pulled back. I looked at him. I studied his face as it went from a warm
smile to an unreadable yet serious look and then he spoke, "I will never be
able to tell you how much I love you. I know you know I love you. I know
you love me. But I guess love isn't really quantifiable and it bothers me
that I can't use numbers or words to prove how much I love you.  There is
nothing in the world I would accept right now in lieu of this moment."

"I can't think of one thing either. I wouldn't trade this for all of King
Midas' silver." I said with a stupid grin. Jason winked and got off of me.

"Can I finish undressing my Prince of Pearls?" He asked.

"Only if you finish undressing yourself first." I said.

	Jason walked to the docking station and put his phone in it on
random for some music. He strutted back in front of me and I propped myself
up on my elbows. The tan, toned body moved rhythmically and gracefully with
the music.  I watched mesmerized unable to take my eyes off of him even if
the bed caught on fire. His gorgeous face down to his socked feet was
perfect in every way.  He saw me looking and pushed his foot hard against
the floor and started slowly backing his right foot out of the sock - then
the left. I watched as each inch of his flesh became visible from the black
no show sock. He began moving back and forth again swaying his hips and
body in a hypnotic way. Jason turned around and started playing with the
elastic band of his boxer briefs. Jason was the only guy I knew who wore
them. Nathan, Christian, and I all wore briefs. It was amazing to see this
underwear on him. It accentuated his little butt in a way that only they
could. He pushed the band down exposing about an inch or two of his ass
then he'd pull them back up and look over his shoulder at me. "More.  More
hot stuff. I need to see more." I cheered.

	Jason turned about face and kept with the music. He was doing the
same tease with the front of his boxer-briefs; pushing the band down and
then letting the elastic pull it back up. "You want more, Prince?" He
asked.

"More. I want to look at you. All of you. Please!" I said in my most
seductive voice.

	Jason spun a 180 once more and backed up a few steps until he was
right in front of me and he began pushing the boxer-briefs down for real
this time.  He watched me over his shoulder as I watched his cute, little
ass with just a dusting of fine hairs come into view. My already hard cock
lurched and let loose a constant flow of precum in my briefs. I could feel
the warm sticky goo ooze from my cock onto my leg. When the elastic band
was hooked under his butt, but still stretched over his package, Jason spun
around on one foot. "Finish taking them off with your teeth, but you better
not steal a cheap kiss or rub on my Jason Jr. Just finish taking off my
underwear." Jason said.

	I was so hot and overwhelmed at the suspense and anticipation he
created.  I slid off the bed onto my knees and stared up into his
eyes. Jason had quit dancing and was as steady as a rock just returning my
gaze until his hand brushed the side of my face and cradled my chin. He
pulled my face up some more and just smiled, "You are so beautiful." He
whispered to me barely audible over the music.  I smiled. I always
smiled. I can't help smiling. Without breaking eye contact I leaned forward
and dropped my face a little until my lips hit the top of the elastic band
of his boxer-briefs. I kissed them then broke our gaze. I grabbed them with
my teeth and pulled them out and down. He was right; I didn't want to
cheapen the moment with a stolen kiss on his gorgeous cock. We were going
to drink each other in before we got too physical. When I had dragged the
underwear down to around his knees he lifted one foot out and I dropped
them to the ground.  Naked before me was the love of my life. I could smell
him. He smelled like nothing else. His scent was indescribable with the
exception of maybe the word lust. Does lust have a scent all to itself?
Jason's smell filled my nose and I felt almost dizzy or intoxicated. His
voice brought me back, "Your turn."

"You do it. You undress me." I said as I stood and then fell back on the
bed once again propped up on my elbows. Jason dropped to the floor and
disappeared from my view. Then just his head popped up between my feet. I
laughed with him as he disappeared again. I felt him finally. I felt his
finger trace a line from the top of my big toe to my heel. I squealed and
jerked my foot away. The touch, even with socks on, sent uncontrollable
shivers through my body.

"Stop that. You need to control that foot. I want to undress you my way and
that is going to include a little teasing." Jason let the words roll off
his tongue and once again I was powerless against how much I wanted him. He
traced an identical line down the other foot and I jerked, but I was able
to keep it mostly under control. "You are learning." He said before he
disappeared again.

	No hands, but Jason reappeared as just a head again and began
placing kisses all over each ankle just above my short socks. It was so
hard not to squirm but I couldn't lose control without risking kicking him
in the face so I just focused on watching him do it and that took a little
of the actual ticklish teasing away. In an effort to keep my legs and feet
firmly planted and unmoving, I took the needed motion out in my hips. I
would buck and hump the air when I had the urge to kick my feet. One motion
traded for another.

	Finally, Jason's hands reappeared; both of them wrapped around my
left ankle. His lips fell just superior to them. They began moving slowly
down and dragging my sock along with them. Jason was kissing the uncovered
flesh inch by inch until he got halfway down the top of my foot. Then his
talented tongue snaked out and followed the bone leading to my big toe. It
felt so foreign to feel a warm, wet tongue on my foot: foreign but fucking
sexy. When his tongue reached the tip of my big toe he engulfed the whole
toe. His tongue cradled it from below and his lips closed around it. He
applied just a small amount of suction and I gasped audibly. I couldn't
help it. I kept my left foot still but my right knee bent and brought my
right foot to the bed and planted it so I could push my whole body skyward.

"No, Prince! You are to keep these feet still." Jason said as he wrapped
his left hand around my ankle and pulled my leg back out straight. He was
holding my right ankle in a death grip reminding me I am to stay still. It
was impossible for a body as electrically charged as mine to be
still. Jason just continued kissing each toe and occasionally licking or
sucking one for an incalculable amount of time. Then he moved to my
still-socked right foot and placed a kiss right on the sole of my
foot. Even through my sock I could feel his warm breath on my foot. He
removed that sock in the same manner as the other taking just as much, if
not more, time to tease, kiss, and lick my foot. "A Prince deserves someone
who will kneel at his feet." Jason said. It would have been a little weird
had the whole scene not played together just perfectly.

	Jason stood with one of my feet in each of his hands. He leaned
towards me from the edge of the bed slowly bringing his hands up my
legs. It felt so strange for the hairs on my legs that have spent their
whole existence pointing downward to be pushed to point upward. I stayed
perfectly still and maintained eye contact with him. When it got too much
to take I grabbed and squeezed the comforter. My hands began to hurt from
the how hard I was squeezing and he was just now approaching my knees. As
his ascending hands found my quads he lifted a knee up to the bed, then the
other, and began crawling between my legs while his hands roamed them. I
broke eye contact and looked down his body until my eyes found his hard
cock rubbing his stomach with two delectable balls hanging behind it. My
mesmerization was broken, "Hey, Prince. My eyes are up here."  Jason
whispered putting a pause between each word. I tore my gaze away and looked
back into the face that I had looked into during so many good times in my
life. Any one of those good times was worth all of the bad times of my
childhood put together. Maybe love really does conquer all.

	His hands reached the bottom of my briefs and his face was nearly
above mine. I whimpered the faintest whimper and my hips once again moved
toward the ceiling completely out of my control. "No, no, no. Shh. Just
wait for it."  Jason said in the most soothing voice I have ever heard.

"Please." Escaped my lips - I didn't mean to say it. Jason's face turned
serious again and he pierced my whining eyes and filled them with resolve
to be quiet and still. I couldn't hold the eye contact any longer and I
clamped my eyes shut.  My cock literally hurt with anticipation. I can't
remember ever being harder in my life; and I have been this hard for so
long now. The sticky mess in my briefs and all over my manhood was
abundant.

	Jason's hands moved to the top of my briefs and I felt him take a
handful of them on each side of my body. He pulled them out and down and my
attention seeking, wet cock was finally free from a cage of torment. I
willed myself to stay silent and motionless. He pulled up on the briefs
raising my hips and ass off the bed and pulled them down to mid-thigh. He
slinked back off the bed pulling the soaked undies with him. I lifted my
legs just a tad and brought my feet together so he could finish the job.

	Jason held the pouch of my briefs up to his face and took a long
lick transferring half the spent precum from the fabric to his tongue. My
eyes went wide and my mouth fell open. I was scared to death I was going to
cum without touching myself or anyone touching me. "You ready?" He asked
and his smile flashed bigger than I have ever seen it.

"I want you so bad I am shaking. I am scared to death if you so much as
breathe on me I will fucking cum. I want to cum so badly, but I want to
wait to." I said through my exasperation.

"You have to stop tensing up your abdomen. You don't cum because of your
dick.  You cum because of your abdominal and pelvic muscles contracting. If
you can relax them a bit you can buy yourself a couple minutes. It is like
the short and simple version of Tantric sex. Relax your whole body and
breathe with me."  Jason said calmly and slowly.

	Once again I looked into his face and I matched every one of his
breaths with an equal breath and I focused on relaxing the muscles in
stomach. He was completely correct. I could feel a lot of the tension
subsiding. I had been clenching my abs so hard I will probably be sore
tomorrow. I could breathe normally again. I wasn't in pain trying to hold
my climax back. Jason knew his orgasms; that was for sure. When he saw I
was under control again, he held his hands out and I gripped them with
mine. He pulled me up and we stood wrapped in each other's arms. He began
to lead me in a slow dance to the song Blonde on Blonde by Nada Surf. My
head on his shoulder, his on mine, our bodies completely bared to the other
and our blood pumping in unison. I kissed his shoulder and his neck. He
tilted his head toward mine and I had to squeeze him harder and ask,
"Jason, can I kiss you?"

"For the rest of my life; I will consider it an honor to feel your lips on
mine."  He said and turned his face into mine and we both exhaled as our
mouths opened to let our tongues share this moment. After a few minutes of
passion-filled kissing, he broke away ad asked, "Will you kiss me somewhere
else?" And the devilish grin spread across his perfect mouth.

	I turned him widdershins about a quarter turn and pushed him back
on the bed - payback for what he did to me. I fell on top of him and let my
tongue follow the line from the middle of his chest, over his happy trail,
and up his cock until I reached the engorged tip. A full on French kiss
with his piss slit followed. I wanted to make him want to cum so badly it
hurt just like he did to me. So I didn't touch his shaft at all, not with
my mouth or hand and when he reached for it I grabbed both his wrists and
held them at his sides. I continued to make out with just the super
sensitive head of his cock and in minutes his hips were bucking wildly. He
was practically screaming and begging, "Stop. Stop. Ohhh Fuck! Ahh. Fuck.
Please." I am not wholly without heart so I backed off and squeezed his
shaft hard.  I could hear him trying to employ his techniques and take as
deep of breaths as possible. I let go and straddled his chest. My cock was
dripping on his chin. I grabbed it and ran it from the right corner of his
lips to the left, leaving a precum lip gloss effect.

"My turn." I chuckled.

	Jason's tongue shot out of his mouth and licked my drooling tip. A
string of his saliva and my precum connected us before he dove back on. He
wasn't playing a teasing game any longer. He wanted me. It is amazing to
feel so wanted. He took so much of my cock so fast he choked himself. I
extended my body and put my hands out to where I was on all fours and
fucking his mouth.  I rose back up and rotated for the very effective 69. I
found it to be too much. The sensation of getting head and the lust for
giving it at the same time overwhelmed me and I had to stop for a
minute. However, as the determined little 4.0 boy I went back at it trying
to keep control of myself. My hand mirrored his.  Jason began to work it
into my ass and I followed suit. We were both rubbing right behind the
balls with on roaming finger circling the little contracting and relaxing
asshole. I tapped Jason's leg and he tapped back. It was time. With
uncontrollable groaning and moaning we both pushed our fingers into each
other and sucked as hard as we could and the result was an orgasm that
can't be replicated by any two other people. It was our orgasm. We owned
that one. A flood left my body and a volcano erupted into my mouth. We
worked it. We worked each other until there wasn't anything left in our
bodies except dehydration. It was our orgasm. I rotated again and collapsed
on him. We slept like that but only for a couple hours.  I awoke to Jason
moving.

"My arm is asleep." He said.

"Fuck your arm." I replied groggily.

"I'll fuck you with my whole arm. I'm sorry. It is just all tingly and
hurts."  He said with a yawn. I rolled away, back in for a kiss, then
stood.

"Let's get in the Jacuzzi!" I said.

	We soaked and played and touched each other for another hour in the
Jacuzzi. We decided this would become a tradition for the end of every
school year. The following year I told Nathan and Christian they had to go
out of town and the same for the subsequent years. They never asked what we
did or why they had to go. They just obliged and gave us the loft every
year.

	Christian had just left a second screwdriver on my nightstand after
explaining why he brought the cheater Jason home. I thought about how if I
did get into medical school we would have had more end of school year
tradition times. I let tears overcome me. Then, I thought about how the
love of my life would gray from memory over time like all things do. I
couldn't possibly stay with him. I would move on and in many, many years I
would forget everything about him. I pulled a drawer from the bedside table
and retrieved a notebook.  I liked to scribble poems when I was overcome
with sad emotions. This particular notebook was only half full, yet it was
over a year old. I wanted to remember that a day will come when I won't
even remember Jason. I grabbed a pen and jotted this poem down:



"Did He Ever Exist"

Man, I loved you, as a man...  I reclined upon your chest, breathing in
your every breath etching each fine line of your face, each stroke of my
hand makes a memory to provide in times of drought, satiate in case of
famine.  I penned your name, painted your likeness, then coined your being
in my own image.

You never knew the man I drew, but when I called your name, he came.

My mind is my sanctuary, a temporary reprieve.  Bearing witness you were a
testament to my own grief.  Anticipatory haze, waiting for the moment of
existence.  My Tabula Rosa, I drew you in every word I ever wrote.  And
when I came, I screamed your name beneath my breath.

You never knew the man I drew, but when I called your name, he came.

Across the great divide of time, of place I chased a man, I once etched his
face I had been molted by the man, like a worn out skin, in metamorphic
transition.

From being one to being two; reduced to a tryst in a short dream a drunken
fog of memories; an unbeknownst scheme soon parched by the judging sun of
midday, burned by the steam

Reality is a nagging crone, brittle as bone, shook her stick, warned me to
follow the rules.  Yet when the monotony of day caved in and midnight
dawned duty-free, I penned your name, and climaxed in wordy gasps.

You never knew the man I drew, but when I called your name, he came.

So far from here, even farther from there the waxing and waning of days,
too many to care.  Locked in memory, on edge of tongue: can't remember,
can't express

He is now a wispy ghost of broken recollections, Memories made are gone The
man I drew vanished in life, heart, mind - Prayed for just one reminiscence
Paralyzed beneath the weight of my words, my sacrificial pen

I never knew the man I drew. I never knew the name I called. He never came.

~by Levi



	I finished writing down the sorrow in my heart and I felt a touch
better.  I hope I didn't hurt him with that punch. I read over the poem and
realized what my own words said. I knew today my perfect man was gone; not
just from my life, but even from my memory, and I would be even more sad
that I didn't remember him than I was when I lost him. I wanted to remember
my Jason forever - even if one of the memories was worse than anything I
have ever felt. I finished the screwdriver and laid in silence.

	I followed screaming and am looking at a lifeless Jason. I don't
understand.  I can't think. I only see blood. I can hear Nathan screaming,
but I only see blood.  I can feel Christian standing next to me but I only
see blood. I am looking at blood, but realized the only thing I was really
seeing was every memory I had of Jason which was every memory I wanted to
keep. Our life flashed before my eyes while he was lying in blood.


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Levi awoke from his montage of memories and thoughts about Jason:

"JASON! CHRISTIAN! OH GOD, JASON!" Levi screamed from beside me.

Finally, I saw everything. Finally, I awoke from the haze. I know I
was lost in Levi's eyes for less than five seconds, but I know I
witnessed him seeing years of memories with Jason.


To be continued...


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