Date: Tue, 01 Jul 2003 16:03:52 -0500
From: Fredric L. Brothers <flbrothers@hotmail.com>
Subject: ANOTHER LAWN BOY STORY - Part 3 (Man/Teen)
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The following story is fiction. It bears no connection or resemblance
to actual or specific persons and/or any real life situations or
experiences.
ANOTHER LAWN BOY STORY
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By Fred Brothers
Copyright (c) 2003 Fredric Law Brothers - All Rights Reserved
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Part 3
I am riveted in place.
I cannot move.
Moreover, I don't want to move.
My eyes are shut tight.
I don't want to open them.
I don't want the spell to break.
I cannot believe what has just happened.
The gossamer feel of his lips on mine,
Is like nothing I've ever know.
I feel transported out of my body.
I know...I know for sure...
That my life will never be the same.
"Cole? Cole? You all right, man?"
I hear his voice...faint...distant...like hearing it through a
heavy drape.
"Cole?"
I very slowly open my eyes. Clay's fabulous face is directly in
front of me - and completely fills my field of vision. The image
screen of my brain is overflowing with the picture of this gorgeous
youth. "Huh?" I respond.
The haze clouding my brain begins to clear.
"You okay?" he says with genuine concern in his voice.
"Oh? Okay? Okay! Yes, I'm okay. Just...yeah, just fine."
"Good."
I take a few deep breaths. "What was that?"
"Huh? What was what?"
"That! What you just did."
"Me?" He has a strange, almost fearful expression. "I didn't do
anything, Cole."
"Really?"
"Really."
I am thoroughly confused. "Oh. Sorry. I'm sorry. Forget I said
anything."
Now I'm crushed...and humiliated...and saddened. I cannot believe
it was not real - a dream. Christ! I'm hallucinating. This boy has
begun to affect me in ways more serious...more serious than my
occasional flights of fantasy.
I lower my head. I feel my whole body go limp.
"Do you mean the kiss?" he asks in a near whisper.
I look up immediately, my eyes wide, my mouth open. "Yes. The
kiss. Was there a kiss?"
"Sure there was! I kissed you."
"You did?"
"Of course I did. Why do you ask?"
"I ask because...because I thought it was...was a...a..."
He stares at me. "You thought it was what?"
"Okay. I thought it was all just a dream."
Now he giggles lightly. "A dream? Not quite, man. It was
rrreal."
"Why? Why? Uh...why did you do it?"
"Do what?"
"Kiss me." I'm growing antsy...impatient. "Why did you kiss me?"
He shrugs...and smiles. "Because I lllike you, Cole. I lllike
you very much. You seem like a real great friend."
"A friend. I see. And this is the way you treat all your
friends?"
"Yeah. I do."
"Okay? Okay? You...you do this with...with all your friends.
Right?"
"Right! We kiss each other...like that. We do it all the tttime.
It's fffun. Isn't it?"
I nod rather noncommittally. "I suppose...if that's what you
like."
"I do...I...like it very much." He takes another drink of soda.
"Maybe I'd better explain it better. I like kissing only my best
friends - my closest, dearest, most ssspecial friends. And you're one
of them nnnow, Cole."
I'm embarrassed - by my reaction...and by his honesty and
forthrightness. "Thanks, Clay. Thanks a lot."
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"Did you like it? The kiss?"
I swallow hard, blush slightly and give an embarrassed grin. "I
loved it, Clay. It was wonderful...and it made me feel very special."
"Thanks. I loved it too. Very much. And you make...uh...please
don't be upset with what I'm going to say...but...but you make me feel
very ssspecial too, Cole. And you make me fffeel accepted...and liked
...and respected. I feel rrreal...real fondness for you...and... "
I slowly raise my arm, and with the back of my hand I rub his
silken cheek. He leans into my caress and closes his eyes, while
seeming to purr slightly. His skin is so incredibly smooth...so
amazingly soft...nothing to catch the hairs on the back of my hand. It
is without any facial hair...or acne...or blemishes whatsoever.
He tenderly smiles...and it lights up my world.
We stand this way for a few minutes until he speaks...speaks in a
low and, for me, a very sexy voice. Everything his says sounds sexy.
"I think...now...you'd better get bbback to your work or else we
wwwon't have any time to look at the sssketches."
"Definitely. Time to get...back...to work." I turn and begin to
walk slowly to my workroom/office. I'm still stealing glances at him...
this strange, beautiful, charismatic, enigmatic boy. This incredible
teen who has totally captivated me. I have lost my will...and my heart
...to him...and don't honestly know why...or how.
"Oooooooo!"
I stop and turn quickly. "What? What's the matter?"
"I just noticed."
"Noticed what?"
"Noticed you've got a nipling? Right?"
"What? I...I don't understand you."
His giggle is rather high-pitched. I swear it's the sound of a
young male. The voice I adore...the sound I thrill to...a resonance
that kicks my heart rate up to high. "Sorry. That's what my friends
and I cccall it. A nnnipple ring...you've got a nipple ring. Right?"
I'm very surprised he's able to identify it. "Uh...yes. Yes, I
do."
"I thought I saw it sparkling through your tee. It looks soooo
cccooool!"
"Thanks."
"Can I see it?"
"Uh...yeah...sure." I walk up to him and he bends forward to look.
"Oh, wow!" He looks at it closer. "But It's not a ring, is it?"
"No, it's a gold bar."
"Oh, yeah! That's so neat!" He's peering at it closely through
the thin, worn, torn tee. "Can I see it...I mean, real close?"
"Um...I suppose." I lift the tee so he can see it clearly.
"That's really so incredibly cool. I love it!"
"Thanks."
"When'd you get it?"
"I've had it for a long time."
"Yeah! A couple of my friends have one."
"Kids in high school are wearing nipple rings?"
"Oh yeah! Lots of guys do."
So, what was once considered as being "totally gay" has now
entered the main stream. Christ! High school kids! My God! What next?
"Lots of them also have tattoos. You got any?"
"No. I've never been big into permanently disfiguring my body."
Then I immediately realize the implications of what I said...said
to a boy who's body is permanently disfigured. "I'm so sorry, Clay. I
didn't mean it to...to come out as it sounded. Really...I... "
"Hey, that's okay. No offense taken, man. I had no choice in the
wwway my body's disfigured...while these guys have every choice in the
wwworld. I understand. No problem." He laughs again. "Yeah, that's
what most of `em sssay...that they aren't gonna scar up their bodies.
And then one day they ssshow up with these real strange tattoos. Some
are so totally weird...and real big...and in such real strange places
too." He laughs heartily. I can only thrill at this boy's marvelous
attitude.
"Which guys are you talking about, Clay?"
"Guys in our Thursday afternoon group."
"At school?"
"No. Just some schoolmates. We get together at one of the guy's
home - every Thursday after school. "
"Oh?"
"Yeah. Kyle's folks are both doctors...you know MD type of
doctors...and they have late hours every Thursday. So we get together
at their place...and have tons of fun...about eight of us."
"Sounds good."
"It is! It's real cool." He's still examining the gold bar.
"Can I touch it?"
"Sure. If you want to."
He touches it, first...first using his hook - the beautiful
gripper hook. He gently pushes it with...with the tip. I...I try to
remain non-nonchalant. But I know...I know that's an impossibility,
and I im-im-immediately become aroused - aroused faster than I have...
in months...or maybe years. This kid's doing a-a-amazing th-th-things
to me. It feels soothing...and incredibly erotic. I start to hurt...
hurt badly in my shorts.
He moves the hook away and raises his left hand. He very lightly
... oh so incredibly l-l-lightly...fingers the bar, and very slightly ro-
ro-rotates it. I'm quickly losing the battle.
I open my eyes a slit and look down at what he's doing. His hand
is large...and his fingers and quite long...and thin...and extremely
sexy. I find everything about this boy to be amazingly sexy. Quite a
problem...quite...a problem...for me.
Clay continues manipulating the bar, twisting it, twisting it,
rotating it slightly. Twist...twist...twist.
Then he begins to move one finger delicately around the aureole.
Round...and round...and round...the aureole...of my erect...very aching
nipple.
I have my eyes shut tight now, while this boy - this lovely,
beautiful, desirable boy - this paragon of teen, male beauty - slowly
and deliberately makes astonishing and extremely exquisite love to me.
Though he's touching only one very small area of my chest, I feel my
whole body vibrate - vibrate almost...almost uncontrollably. I am in
the throws of a soon-to-be full-blown release. My incredibly solid
cock is...is snaking down my shorts and...and I can feel it resting...
hard and hot...on my th-thigh.
The feelings coursing through...through me are astonishing. I can
no longer control the eventual consequences. No more! Not any more!
I can take it no longer...no...longer....
I explode...erupt...accompanied by rather obvious, jerky body
movements...and some indelicate grunting. I can feel the fluid running
down my leg and...and I'm getting more than a little embarrassed...and
uncomfortable.
When I manage to open my eyes, Clay is still looking at the nipple
bar...and still delicately touching it.
"Clay? Clay? I need to get to the bathroom. Clay?"
"Uh. Yeah. Okay." He backs off, gives me a great, wide smile,
and slowly walks back to the television room. I move slowly and quite
deliberately into my bedroom, and head for the bathroom.
I need a quick shower...to wash away the evidence of my enormous,
embarrassing, yet thoroughly satisfying orgasm - and to help restore
my equilibrium.
Under the pulsating, splashing hot water, I think...think more
clearly...more clearly than at any time since...since this boy walked
into my house almost a week ago.
How can this be?
How can a sixteen-year-old boy...a young, seemingly immature teen
...beautiful...sexy...apparently new to...any form of sex...let alone
male/male sex...and its consequences...find a fifty-two year old man...
who has seen more action than he cares to remember...find him the
slightest bit interesting? He does find me interesting, doesn't he? I
hope I'm not...not reading more into this situation than is there...
truly there. I certainly hope I'm not...not imagining the whole...the
whole...the whole scenario...whatever that is...or may be.
He seems so curious. So willing to take chances. So open and
receptive.
And...and how can a fifty-two year old man be so strongly
attracted...so sexually attracted to a sixteen year old boy...who is so
severely handicapped...so great looking.... So sexy...with the most
mouth-watering body I can ever remember seeing?
Yet, I still have such burning questions about his actions.
Does he know what he's done?
What he's accomplished?
Does he realize?
Does he have any idea what happened to me?
How incredibly he's made me feel?
Does he know how exquisite his love making techniques are?
Does he know how devoted I am to his gentle, caring ways?
Does he even realize that he actually made love to me?
And how much I loved it?
And how much I desire him?
How much I crave his body?
And how much I love him?
OH CHRIST!
Why question everything?
Why pick, pick, pick apart all that is good? And wonderful? And
clear?
Why try to find rational, logical answers to the irrational and
the illogical?
How can I continue asking these questions pertaining to the etherial -
to the eternal non-answerable - to love...and passion...and desire?
Why are there always more question?
Why?
How I wish to make unending love to him...to have his body...that
thin, smooth exquisite body...next to mine...and have us make love...
the most erotically...intense...marvelous love imaginable.
Is it at all possible?
Will we ever be together as I so desperately want us to be?
The Endd of Part 3
(To Be Continued...)
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