Date: Tue, 15 Mar 2005 22:09:16 -0800 From: Kevin Harness <kevroc54321@tns.net> Subject: Hands On My Heart, Chapt 3 Hands On My Heart Part 3 This story contains descriptions of actors playing gay characters of legal age and below 18. These actors engage inconsensual sex in this story, however your government, local laws, statutes, etc may not allow you to read this story. You are not supposed to be reading this story if you are not 18 years of age. All that being said, I write this story for true boylovers and the boys that love to be loved, everywhere, anywhere. ================================================================== Trevor opened his eyes and looked at Michael still sleeping. He knew he was supposed to be happy, but he felt peculiarly strange. It wasn't like he felt that he'd done something "wrong", but something definitely felt wrong. Or something. Wow. This was new. It was only about 6:30 in the morning, but he'd been used to getting up for school and his internal alarm clock didn't seem to recognize that Saturday wasn't school. Plus he was, predictably, excited about going to the speedway with Michael to do some laps in their "Formula" cars. He'd only done that once before and it was a total rip. But.... He felt funny somehow. He got up and made some coffee, figuring Michael would probably want some when he got up. The coffee pot's utterances seems miles away. He'd walk around and look at something in Michael's house that he knew was for this, or that, and somehow all the significances or meanings had changed. T-h-a-t was it. It seemed like some value had changed. Radically. Bigtime. He paced around a little quicker, and happened by the coffee pot to pour himself a cup of hot coffee. Damn, he loved the taste of hot coffee. Whole purpose of hot chocolate as a kid is to gear you up for it's evil but wonderful cousin, coffee. Trevor smiled to himself and kept walking around. He'd visited probably every corner, nook and walkable square foot of the house 10 times already. Ok, he thought, let's back it up. He'd obviously started feeling this way at least by the time he'd woke up. But he had the impression that he'd slept a little restlessly, or at least had some unsettling dreams. Ok. Must've been the sex. He paced a little nervously. Sex? Why would it be the sex? He'd wanted to have sex with Michael for a long time. He liked Michael. A lot. And trusted him on this stuff more than anyone else on Earth. He stopped for a second. Ok, he reasoned with himself. Let's do a little of that "instant impression" stuff he'd learned about in his Psych class. Kinda like those funny paintings that you were supposed to tell the psychologist what you saw. Instant answer kinda thing. Ok. Ok. Did it have to do with Michael? No. Didn't seem to have to do with Michael directly. Michael was wonderful. His impression was that Michael was ok, cared for him a great deal. Ok. Makes sense. It wasn't Michael. Ok. Sex. Was it the sex? Had that weirded him out or anything? Did he feel guilty about it? He thought back. He started to smile. Um, nope. Wasn't the sex. MAN that was great! He momentarily went giddy when he remembered that he'd had full-on sex, all the way, to multiple orgasms, and with a guy who he thought was hot and who thought he was hot. Um, no. Wasn't the sex. Oh! Oh! Should he have gone to his aunt's funeral? Was that it? As quickly as the idea entered his head he discarded it and said outloud, "No, that ain't it." He stopped dead in his tracks. It was him. HE'D changed. He got those little chills you get when you realize something of epic proportions. OH. MY. GOD. "It's me," he resolved. "I changed somehow." "Huh?" asked Michael blurried-eyed, standing several feet away. Trevor shrieked and literally leaped off the ground and spilled his coffee and everything. "Holy FUCK! You scared the SHIT out of me!" he said, and then began to laugh, only to realize he had hot coffee on his right hand. Michael hadn't moved, and Trevor whizzed into the kitchen and pulled out a cleaning towel and skidded back next to the dining room table to mop up coffee. After he'd put the towel back, he got more coffee, got Michael a cup, and then went and stood back on the very spot he'd been when Michael had entered the room. Michael didn't know whether to laugh or not. But it had l-o-o-k-e-d funny.... He couldn't help but smile and said, "Did I miss something?" "Nope, I got your coffee for you," and Trevor waited for a second to see if that would sufficiently misdirect Michael. Uh-uh, wasn't working, he could tell by the look on Michael's face. "Ok, um. Let me, um, explain." And Trevor recapped as best he could. Michael mostly just nodded and "uh-huh'd" here and there, sipping on his coffee as Trevor went along. He got all done, and Michael set his cup down, got up and walked over to Trevor and gave him a hug. Trevor was hesitant for a moment, and then realized this was Michael. "Aw I'm sorry Michael. I don't mean to be....." and he trailed off. "Ssshhh," Michael said. "Perfectly natural reaction." "It is? Really? What do you mean?" Trevor was riveted to Michael's words. "Well, in my humble opinion you're not like a lot of guys, or probably boys, too. At all." "What do you mean?" Trevor asked. "Well," Michael began, "truthfully a lot of guys' first experiences with sex are really glorified masturbation. What they go after is fucking to see how it'll feel and how much more fun that is than just cumming by yourself. Added to that is the excitement of sucking a dick or maybe being the bottom guy or whatever, but mostly, way mostly it is just the boy getting his nut by stepping up the action level." "Okay....." Trevor acknowledged, but not sure where this was going. "I can say that I was doing that, too." "Of course. But," and Michael held up his finger for emphasis, "and here's the difference. That wasn't all you were doing. Sure, you had sex and it was a friggin' huge step, wildly fun and exciting and forbidden and exotic and full of wonderful, previously unimaginable feelings. But, again, that's not all you were doing." Michael didn't take his gaze off Trevor. Trevor couldn't look away. "You cared. Right from the get-go. It wasn't just all about you getting your rocks off in a better way, doing the nasty, and getting all turned on by that. Sure, that was part of it, almost for sure. But you showed a level of compassion and care that some guys don't find ever, and some not until it's too late. They trash more than a few guys that they wished somehow they could've stayed with. Or at least not used quite so badly, once they realize what they've been doing." Trevor still didn't know what to say. It all wasn't quite connecting. Yet. "Imagine how you would've felt if I'd said something like, 'Hey boy, feel my big dick up your hot little ass. Isn't that wonderful? Don't you like that and how wonderful my big dick makes you feel? That's hot. Yeah, groan for me baby. Ugh. Ugh.'" Trevor squinched his face up a little in horror, a little in disgust. "You'd be being all about you," Trevor said. "All I would be is something to turn you on and be impressed by your whatever." He looked down. "That fucking gross. You might as well fuck a blow-up doll." "Except blow-up dolls don't feed back your ego," Michael said. "And that's what I like about you probably the most. And I told you that in the shower last night. You are so not 'all about yourself'. But what's more, you don't hurt people." "I don't think I could ever hurt you, Michael. Like ever," Trevor said, a little worse for the wear. "I know that too. And," Michael reached up and raised Trevor's chin so they could look each other in the eye, "Don't you feel from your side that you know that about me, too?" "Yeah. Of course." Michael smiled. "Well," Michael said softly, "I don't think you did anything wrong. And unless I've totally misjudged you here, I don't think you feel like you did anything wrong, either. But maybe, since you're such a....responsible, that's the word, responsible person, you're feeling a little overwhelmed at the amount of responsibility that you've taken on in the last 24 hours." Trevor felt like someone had turned the light on in his attic. "Whether we never do this ever again will not alter for a second that you became more responsible. You had to. It's how you're built. I wasn't some fuck-toy for you, and you weren't that for me." Trevor smiled, "But it sure was awesome." Michael kissed his young friend's forehead. "I love it when you do that," Trevor whispered. "I know," Michael said, and smiled. Trevor sent back a big grin. "Michael, you are unbelievable. How do you know all this.....shit?" and he laughed a little. "Had to go through this too, Trev. Everyone does at some point or another." Trevor shook his head. "No, Michael. Uh-uh. You have it down better than anyone I know and what's more, you can explain it. Hell, all this jumble of thoughts was clogged up in my head and I didn't know where to start to unravel it." "You were doing just fine. I just needed some coffee. Sorry to interrupt," and he grinned back at his beautiful boy. Trevor looked down for a few seconds, let loose of Michael, and walked around for a couple seconds, sipping his coffee once. "Yeah. You're right though. I changed. Well, I was right, too. But that's what it was. My God. Everyone's always harping about how you have to responsible for this, responsible for that. And you know what? They're right. It's like way key. I just didn't know how to describe it, I guess. Thanks. I was in kind of a shock or something. I mean, I'm ok and everything, but it was a lot to think about," and he looked up at Michael. Michael could only, once again, admire this boy. Maybe, he thought, all boys could be this wonderful if someone loved them, understood them enough to help them along. Not just to be gay or be a sex partner, because obviously not every boy was gay, or wanted an older partner. But..... "Whatcha thinkin'" Trevor asked as he sipped his coffee. He wasn't quite sure how to respond, so he said, "You're a pretty amazing guy, Trev." And he walked over and gave his boy a peck on his nose. "We better take a quick shower and eat something and get the heck out of here and get to the speedway before the line gets too long," Michael answered. Trevor glanced at the clock on the coffee machine, then down at his groin. "Uh, the liine is already long, plus it's only like 7:15. I believe the speedway opens at like 9 o'clock. That's a long shower. Hugs anyhone?" Michael laughed out loud, and Trevor walked up to him and kissed him lightly on the cheek. "I love it when you do that," Michael said. "I know," Trevor smiled, "it's exactly why I do it. Well that and it's just kind of fun anyways." He shrugged sheepishly and gave Michael another peck on the cheek. They wandered down the hall to the shower and climbed in. They were definitely having trouble just sticking to the 'wash the body' agenda. "Michael, I wanna," Trevor said. "Is that ok?" "Of course. Which 'wanna' do ya wanna?" Michael joked back. "Do me. Please," Trevor smiled a wry little smile, lost in the thoughts of the previous nite's encounter. "Ok, but one condition," Michael asked. "What?" "Can't touch yourself or cum while I do it." Michael smiled back his own little wry smile. "AW!" then Trevor smiled. "Ok, I guess you've got some sort of plan......" "Uh-huh," Michael said, and reached up on top of the shower to retrieve a condom and a little packet of lube. "You always keep those up there?" Trevor asked, laughing a little. "Nope. Just put it there a little while ago." Trevor laughed out-loud, shaking his head. Turned around. Butt facing Michael. Entry was much easier and quicker. Within less than a minute they were picking up speed. Michael was again enthralled by Trev's taunt body, blonde hair still way blonde even as it ran down his hair and across his face. Just about as sexy as you could ask for. Trevor pushed back into Michael, getting his timing better and better. Michael kissed Trevor's neck, head, ears, all while fondling his nipples and caressing his stomach. But he never touched his boy's dick. He'd go all around it, but didn't make contact. Trevor was writhing against the wall, demanding release, throwing his head back, slamming back into Michael with his butt. Michael was now going full thrusts in and out as rapid as he could. He started to pant, then wheeze, then utterances began to come out of his mouth the second or two before he came. Trevor could tell when, and slammed his ass back, impaling himself with every inch of Michael's erectness. Michael came, knees weak, swooning in the shower. When his shudders subsided, he kissed his lover's neck. Then, spinning Trevor slowly around, he kissed his nipples, and worked his way down to his boy's cock, wasting no time in plunging up and down as fast as he could. Trevor had been nearly there when Michael came, he was seconds away now. Michael reached under Trevor's balls and slide two fingers into his butthole, instantly finding the correct spot to massage. Trevor took a very sharp intake of air, and then grunted long, loudly, and ended up cooing and shuddering, too. Michael had sucked Trevor for less than 15 seconds total. Youth having its wealth of pluses, the young boy spurted at least ten ropes of cum. His boylover was hoping it would never stop. Trevor was sure it was tomorrow already. Still, despite being dizzy he tried to speak. "Ok," he panted , "last night we, like, made love. This was perhaps under the category of 'very fucking hot sex'." And he began looking around on the shower floor like he'd lost something. "This time I'm sure of it. I blew a nut loose," he kidded. Both he and Michael totally cracked up. Trevor looked over the shower door. "Michael?" "What?" "It's only 7:40 in the morning," and he began laughing so hard that Michael became couldn't help but join in. It was v-e-r-y hard to dry themselves off when their balance was so thrown off by gales of laughter. "I've got a better one for you," Michael quipped. "What?" "We've only been back from the movies less than 12 hours." After they stopped laughing - well, pretty much - Trevor got a bit serious. "Thanks, Michael. Really. For everything," and he moved in and hugged Michael tightly, squinching his eyes and tears escaping. Michael smiled, and said, "You're welcome Trev. But thank you, too. It's not now, and never has been a one-sided friendship. I learn stuff by watching you, talking with you, and even thinking about you every day. Same as you do with me." "But you teach me stuff," Trevor pointed out, "it's kinda different." "Well," Michael began, "if the positions were reversed I have no doubt that you'd do the same thing." He went over to Trevor and bent his slightly damp head over, and kissed the top of his head. "I love it when you do that," Trevor said. Michael just smiled. The racetrack had a pretty good line at 8:45, but not too bad, actually. It was a toss-up as to which of the two was the bigger kid, though. Michael was having a blast. Trevor was driving like he was an Italian race car driver. It appeared they were competing for "Most Giddy Preteen" on the race circuit. They would come out of their 15-minute race and run over to the Pay Window and then get back in line again. They raced for nearly 3 hours and were exhausted. Michael took his helmet off, and Trevor pointed at his hair and laughed so hard he could barely sit up. This was followed by Trevor taking his goggles off which drew the exact same reaction from Michael. His eye sockets were white, with the rest of his face being soot-black. Oh, for a camera. "Hey Michael," Trevor began. "Yeah?" "What do you want to do for the afternoon?" "Hmmm, I haven't decided. Did you want to go to a skate park or something?" "Um, nah. Thanks though. I don't know either. I just thought you might have some plans or something." "No, not particularly, just trying to get some ideas," Michael said. They were both quiet for awhile. Michael purposely didn't offer any immediate ideas. "Would you teach me how to barbeque?" Trevor asked. "It's probably not all that hard but I've never done it. Something simple. And cheap, in case I burn it to a crisp," he giggled. It made Michael instantly smile. "What? Me burning something?" Trevor asked. Michael shook his head no, "Nope, it's your giggle. You've had the same one since I've known you. It just makes me smile. Sorry, bad timing.........um, of course we can barbeque. What sounds good? Hamburgers? Chicken? Ribs? Shrimp?" "What's easy?" "Um," Michael thought for a second, "probably chicken is easy, take a while to cook so you get used to checking it and turning it over, and tastes pretty good, too. How's that sound?" "Great. Chicken it is," Trevor smiled, pleased with himself. A quick stop at the market and they were back to Michael's house in short order. Michael showed Trevor how to clean and wash the chicken, and showed him how to whip up a very simple but usually popular marinade. In went the chicken, and all was done for the time being. "How long does it take to cook?" Trevor asked. "Probably a good amount of time is 30-45 minutes. Depends on the chicken. Legs cook a bit quicker and usually don't have as much meat to cook, plus they have a built-in handle and are a big hit. Breasts take longer, maybe 35-45 minutes. With chicken, if you turn it often, you should have a "basting sauce" to keep it moist. Then at the very last, like 5-10 minutes before you're done, add the barbeque sauce so it cooks on but doesn't burn." "Ok. Sounds pretty easy. Bigger pieces take longer. Slosh stuff on them so they don't dry out. Eat when done." A quick high-five put them in front of the t.v. for a flip-though-the-channels search, on the couch with arms around each other. They woke up about an hour or so later. Michael was laying on the couch face up, with his arms around Trevor, who was more or less face down next to Michael, but using his guy as a pillow, head resting on Michael's chest. Trevor spoke dreamily, "I could stay like this all day." "You'd miss your barbeque lesson," Michael kidded. "Oh shit! The chicken!" Trevor started to bolt off the couch. "Woah, hang on Martha. The chicken's already dead. All we gotta do is put it over the fire for a little while, then eat it. Rumor has it that we can even eat it while we have our choice of movies in the DVD player," Michael ribbed. "I dreamed I already had it cooking and then fell asleep," Trevor said, rubbing his eyes. "Uh oh, dead bird nightmares," Michael ribbed again, trying to get a rise out of Trevor, who dutifully trudged into the kitchen and pulled the marinating chicken out of the 'frig. Michael got up and went to the kitchen, standing behind his still sleepy boy. He put his arms around Trevor and gave him a hug from behind. "Let's go start the fire," and he took Sleeping Beauty by the hand and led him out to the grill on the patio. A quick one-two-three and the grill was hot. "Hell, that was easy. Just leave the lid open and I'll go into the kitchen and toss them onto the fire from there," Trevor finally teased back. Dinner was great, and after a quick clean-up they decided on a movie and sat down on the couch (ok, they laid next to each other on the couch) and got the movie rolling. They kissed off and on, but mostly just watched the movie, enjoying each other's warmth, presence, and closeness. "Michael?" "Yeah?" "Um, usually when we get close for a while we usually do something. I mean, that's way ok and stuff. But is it ok if I...., um, we just lay here and don't do anything?" "Sure Trev, of course," and Michael buried his face in the back of Trevor's hair and gave him a kiss. After a while, Trevor spoke again. "I just wanted to be next to you and, well, j-u-s-t be next to you. Most of the time we get sexy or do stuff or play games or tickle or whatever, and all that's completely ok and way fun. But, um, I just wanted to just be next to you is all. Just that." "Totally ok, Trev. I'd like that, too." Michael had an idea. "You know 'bout sleeping like spoons?" "Spoons? No. What's that?" Michael got up and pulled Trevor up with him. He moved the couch cushions and unfolded the couch into a bed, arranging the pillows to that when they lay like spoons they could still see the movie. "Come on," and Michael jumped onto the couch-bed with Trevor following. Trevor got the front position and Michael the rear, more because of size and how they fit in order to see the movie. Michael put his top arm over Trevor, who clasped fingers with that hand and pulled it into his chest tightly. It was pretty obvious they both felt at home with it, as they nuzzled into each other and cooed a bit. Trevor giggled. Michael laughed at once. They got through nearly a second movie when Trevor drifted off peacefully. Michael brushed the boy's hair out of his eyes and kissed him on his cheek, caressing him slightly with his nose. Trevor smiled and pulled Michael in more tightly to his body, and whispered, "I like spoons," and drifted back to dream-land. Michael nuzzled him a second or two, then lay back down behind him and began to drift off, too. "Nighty-night sweetie," he said, kissing Trevor's hair and neck. "I like you."