Date: Mon, 21 Mar 2005 23:41:16 -0800 From: Kevin Harness <kevroc54321@tns.net> Subject: Hands On My Heart, Part 4 Hands On My Heart Part 4 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. ================================================================== "How was your weekend, Trevor?" "Pretty good mom," Trevor smiled, "Michael and I must've gone around the speedway track 15 races or more." "Fifteen races?" she exclaimed. "That must've cost a fortune! Trevor, wouldn't once or twice have been enough?" He laughed, "It was like potato chips, mom, we couldn't have just one." "Well...." she started. "We got a lot accomplished across the weekend mom, and..." "Oh good, maybe you can just tell Michael to not pay you for your hard work then," she suggested. "That's a good idea mom, I'll bring it up," he returned. "Ok," she seemed satisfied. "Mom, can we not have a birthday party for me this year? I mean, we can have a dinner or something I guess, but no official party," he asked. It was his mom's turn to smile. Her boy was growing up. As the year passed, Trevor grew perhaps an inch or two in height and (he weighed himself so he knew) had gained nearly 15 pounds. None of it had gone to the wrong places, if indeed those existed on his body. Michael was still his mentor, and as close to a boyfriend as you could get without saying it. Strangely enough, neither Trevor nor Michael had ever used the word. Hmmm. They were best of friends, and Trevor was constantly learning more about computers and fixing them than most techs learn in those institutes you see advertised on TV. He already knew enough to probably make a good living, and was always fixing his friends' computers. If anyone had thought Trevor was beautiful before, they most definitely needed to revisit that now. The few pounds he'd gained taunted him up, broadened his shoulders and made them a little more muscular, plus gave him more shape to his arms and legs. His stomach muscles still had a nice, lightly etched washboard appearance. His hair had not darkened at all, and his eyes remained very striking for brown eyes. His smile had never changed. It reminded Michael of the same boy he'd known at 8 years old. Well, only older, sexier, and hotter now. Not to mention the fact that he was very outgoing, always seemed to be smiling, and was more fun than ever to be around. Every gay boy in school from preteen to high school senior wanted him. Every girl knew they couldn't even try. Oh, he had girl friends and had them over and a few even stayed for dinner, and went out to the movies with him, etc. His mom assumed that his school-buddy, Aaron - who was very cute in his own right - was her son's boyfriend. They had done sleep-overs, gone nearly everywhere together, and could be seen together daily. Trevor'd never had to tell his mom he was gay. He just was and she knew it - he didn't hide it and she didn't comment on it. In truth, though, Trevor had only been one man's boyfriend, even if the word had never been said. Michael's. Only Michael's. Ever. The very thought of it really made Trevor smile. More accurate from Trevor's view is that he'd never been with any other guy besides Michael and was not prone to looking around for guys to "be with". At 16 he could drive, got A's and B's in school, was movie-star handsome, could set up and break down and fix nearly any computer on the market, and was well-thought of by his parents, relatives, teachers, and his friends' parents. He could probably have any guy he wanted. Funny, though, that thought never really crossed his mind. Although that famous old word "responsible" came to mind, it didn't quite cover how he felt about Michael. Committed. Yeah, that was probably the right word. Committed. The whole idea made him....happy. Michael was very late getting home, having some servers to put online and get up and running after hours for a client. He didn't often do internet server type work, but when he did it was always a long and involved process. And always after hours. He parked his car and trudged into the house and set his stuff on the dining room table. Man, he was tired. He looked at his phone. Geeze it was nearly 10 o'clock. And he had to do it again tomorrow. There was a light knock at his door. "Who is it?" he raised his voice hopefully enough to get the caller to respond. "Me, Trevor. Can I come in?" Michael got up and unlocked the door. "Hi Trev. How was your day?" "Apparently better than yours. You been working all this time?" Michael nodded and trudged back to his chair and sat down and put his arms on the table and laid his head down. Trevor closed the door and moved behind Michael, putting his hands on some very sore and tired shoulders. He massaged his buddy's aching muscles as they often did for each other, rubbing some of the tenseness and tiredness out. Michael rotated his neck around trying to get out some of the kinks. Trevor was doing just fine. "You want me to rub your shoulders while we're in the shower?" he asked. "That would be great, but it's 10 o'clock already," Michael said tiredly. "It's ok. I told my mom I needed to copy a program to fix Aaron's computer. She said ok, long as I'm in bed by 11." "You sure? I don't wanna get us in trouble," Michael said. "I know, and thanks. But, I'mp positive. Let's go," and he smiled and led Michael to the bathroom. The hot water running across Michael's back while he leaned against the wall was nearly captivating in itself. That his favorite boy in the whole world was also massaging his shoulders and neck at the same time was bordering on the surreal. It was the first time he'd felt relaxed all day. "Thanks Trev, that's great." "Anything for you," and Trevor kissed Michael on the back of his neck. He hadn't intended to make this an erotic moment, but as soon as he kissed Michael's neck, he felt flushed and, well, hot. His erecting member grazed against Michael's buttocks. He pressed in and hugged Michael from behind, letting his now fully hard cock slide up along Michael's butt-crack. It was all that either of them needed. He kissed Michael's neck again, and said, "You know, I've only ever wanted you. Still. Boylover, and young friend." And he kissed him again. Michael reached up on top the shower wall and handed Trevor a condom, and lube. "Seems to be a dispenser up there," Trevor observed. "Lucky for us," Michael quipped back, causing them both to laugh. Trevor had grown sexually, too, not just in size, but in resposiveness, care, the way he made love, and how he made Michael feel. He slid into Michael effortlessly and his hands wandered all over Michael, causing gasps of air and eyes to roll. He made it last as long as he could, and then began thrusting quickly, causing Michael to grip the shower wall in earnest. Both were panting, faster, faster. Michael still loved to hear his boy cum. All the sounds, body motions, a thousand things that added up to each experience seemingly being greater and better than the last. Trevor slid in fully and pressed in hard, cumming, and gripping Michael firmly. He threw his head back and enjoyed each micro-second of the orgasm. He cooed and kissed Michael. "Your turn now," and Trevor turned Michael around. The look on Michael's face gave it away. "You already came?" he asked incredulously. Michael nodded, still panting a bit. "I made you cum like that?" Trevor asked gleefully. Michael again nodded, this time adding a smile. "Cool," and Trevor was beaming from ear to ear. He looked over the wall of the shower again and said, laughing, "It's been like 15 minutes since I got here." Michael barely had the energy to laugh, so he smiled and nodded his head again. He was nearly out on his feet. Trevor helped dry Michael off, and got him into some suitable bedtime clothes and into bed. He sat beside him and brushed Michael's hair back a little, smiling. Eyes still closed, Michael said, "You are so beautiful, Trev." "Boy now I know you're tired. It's almost 11 at night, I'm tired, and I probably look like something the cats dragged in." Michael shook his head, "Nope. You're always beautiful. Even when I close my eyes I see you. Beautiful. Have been ever since I've known you. Knock-down beautiful. Could have anyone in the world, probably." "Geeze, I'd better take your temperature, I think you worked way too hard today," Trevor teased. "I mean it," Michael said, slightly seriously. "I know you mean it," and he thought for a second. "Michael?" "Yeah?" "I'm not oblivious. Yeah I know, big word. But I'm not. I know boys in school want me and hit on me all the time. Girls too. But it's not what I want, Michael. It's not. All they see is a guy that looks hot to them so they want sex. Basically. And you know me, it's not all that I want." "The boy in the picture," Michael said, eyes still closed. "The boy in the picture," Trevor answered back. "Trev, I'm happy you've been the young friend to this boylover, and obviously a great deal more than that. But...." "Sssshhh," and Trevor put his finger in across Michael's lips, "I'm not done yet. Yeah, maybe I could have anybody. Maybe, maybe not. But I don't want just anybody, Michael." And he went quiet. For a while. Michael opened his eyes a bit and saw tears streaming down Trevor's face. He started to speak but Trevor held up his finger to say, wait, as he gathered his composure. "This is hard," he said, but he was determined to continue. "I've always been afraid that what we had would end. That you'd go away or I'd have to, or something would happen. Or worse, that you only liked me as a boy and now that I'm older you wouldn't. Because you're smart, too, Michael, and good looking and hot and funny and a thousand other things that guys must think are cute. I was always afraid you'd just go away or I'd have to. It wasn't me that I was worried about, Michael." He paused again, and squinched his eyes and more tears flowed. "Oh, Trev," Michael said softly, choosing his words carefully and putting a hand on his love's chest. "I was worried about the same kind of things with you. I always felt like my time was limited, and that some day you'd find some nice guy who loved you, to be with and love and all that stuff. So I just sort of kept waiting for that to happen someday, I guess." He pulled Trevor into his chest and put his arms around him, causing Trevor to sob and shake. What came out next was broken and between sobs. "I...did...find someone...who loved..........me," and he sobbed hard again. Michael's eyes began to leak, too. "Me?" he asked. Trevor nodded his head, buried in Michael's chest. "Do you know how many guys I've gotten serious with or wanted to screw since we sorta started hanging with each other?" Trevor shook his head no. "None," he answsered. "Only you." "Me........too......" between sobs. "I knew....I liked you....like that....way early." "Me too," Michael said. They hugged for quite a while without talking. Trevor sat up and wiped his eyes, looking at Michael. "You don't know how great it's been, Michael. Getting to grow up and do cool things, have a life and learn stuff in school, have friends, go places, do thousands of things. And when it's all over I can still come here and be with you. It's almost like cake and ice cream at the same time. I knew I was your boy and could always count on you to be there, talk to me, hold me, laugh......and be close, too. It's almost like a fairy- tale except that it's true and I wake up every day and it's still here." Although he knew it was all true, Michael could hardly speak. "I do know, Trev. It's been a dream, a reality, and tons of fun all at the same time. It seemed like every time I needed to laugh, you were there doing something funny, or asking me a question so that I got to teach you something new. I do know, Trev. I so wanted it to be true that you were 'my boy', like you said. And you were. In every way. I was just afraid it would change, too." "I don't want it to change," Trevor said. "I'll grow older and stuff, but I...." "....always want to be my boy?" Michael finished. Trevor nodded, crying again. "As long as you want, Trev. I don't want it to change yet. If both of us later think it should change, well then ok. But for now, no. How's that sound?" "Good. Really good. I can be your boy even when I'm 20 or 25 or older?" "For as long as you want." "Cool. Same for you, Michael. Long as you want." Michael smiled. They both looked at the clock on the nightstand at the same time. 10:55. "I'd better go," Trevor said. "Yeah," Michael said back. Trevor paused, then said, "There've been a thousand times I didn't want to go home to my own bed. I've just wanted to sleep next to you." "Me too." "Really?" Michael nodded. "Cool." Michael nodded again. "Did you really cum just because I.....um, you know....?" Trevor blurted out. Michael nodded. "Way cool," and Trevor high-fived Michael. He turned the light out, kissed Michael, and locked the front door as he left. He was in his room by 11:00. He smiled hugely. Yes! Michael felt the same way he did. Well, he was sure he knew that already, but sometimes you just needed to get stuff out and talk about it. He was loved! He leaped around like a boy on a pogo-stick and quietly clapped his hands. DAMN that was cool! Michael slid off to sleep peacefully, dreaming about a beautiful blonde boy who'd pretty much become his life, his reason for being, his love, and his best friend all rolled into one. It just doesn't get any better than that. The weekend came around and Michael told most of his clients that he'd be available again on Monday. Boy, he thought, he really needed some down time.... There was a knock on the door almost as if on cue. "Come in," Michael said, figuring that robbers wouldn't knock, and most probably it was Trevor. "Hi Michael," Trevor said, "s'up?" "Eh. Just thinking that I need to plant my ass of the couch for the weekend and relax. I am beat," he replied. "Cool. I just came over to invite you over to my parents' house tomorrow around noon for a barbeque. Are you free then?" Trevor asked. "Yeah, sounds great. What's the fare?" "Chicken," Trevor beamed, as Michael had taught him how to barbeque chicken. "Oh, for SURE I'll be there. I definitely love my chicken," Michael chided, and winked at Trevor. "Oh, that's was BAD," and Trevor laughed. He moved over and sat on Michael's lap sideways, and put his arm over his neck. "My you've been a busy little beaver this week. Why so busy?" he whispered as he kissed his tired love on the cheek, nose, and lips. "Aw, you know. You go to school and get A's and B's, I go to work. Parallel universes I do believe." He smiled at Trevor. "Seriously though, I had some server work to do on top of the regular business and it all had to be done after hours." "Wow. That sucks." Trevor paused. "Well, I'll let ya settle in and stuffs." Trevor got up and gave Michael a kiss on top of his head, and waved bye-bye and turned to go. "Nah, it's ok. If...." Michael began. Trevor just turned slightly and smiled back at him. "Take it easy and relax. I'll be back later to watch a movie with you. How's that?" It was Michael's turn to smile. "Perfect," he said.