Date: Fri, 23 Feb 2007 00:49:59 -0500 (EST)
From: phil Smith <high5fiveme@lycos.com>
Subject: chapter three look but dont touch

Disclaimer: This story depicts sexual incidents that are largely illegal
and therefore it is illegal for people in certain areas to read them.  The
incidents on here never happened and were in the imagination of the
author's mind before they were put on paper which was an attempt to show
that there might be these kinda thoughts and things going on in peoples
minds. No one is real, no names are real and no person who has the name of
one of these characters is that character obvously. I use places and names
because I have heard of them or seen them and that is all there is to that
just to make the story more of a nonreality. Go away and read something
else on nifty that you arent supposed to read if you think you might be the
least bit offended by reading about a man and a boy or boys together.

Look but Don't Touch.....number three

Two days had passed and I think I had been acting strange around the
house. My wife had tried to have sex the night of the incident I had with
Jake. She cums in pairs and is,also, sometimes somewhat sensitive to my
Mondays being so stressful.

This night I couldn't do it and gave her some excuse. That was obviously
fine with her so she had not asked the next day either and that was just
fine with me.

I think something had happened with me in that trailer. Something that was
going to change my life or awaken my life. I had been very interested in
boys in high school. I had done several boys from the projects when I was
growing up. Their ages were similar to Jake's with the youngest ever being
fourteen maybe, but it wasn't really age I was interested in. It was doing
it with guys. Maybe I would have even done it with older guys but the ones
in the projects were so disgusting, and I dont remember ever having older
guys from my neighborhood looking at me. So in those days I was satisfied
just doing everything possible with the older boys in the projects.

 I had a job doing construction work for my dad back then, and I was paid
fifteen bucks an hour because I was good plus New York had high wages.
This amount of money left me with plenty of money to pay the boys but I
hoped some liked me for more than my money.

In fact, I had one boy Anthony who was hispanic with whom I swear I was in
love.  It was this boy that caused me to like the hispanic skin and look,
and I married an hispanic woman, Marie, when I was 20. This is my wife of
today. Anthony and I had done everything with me being the top. He was
slight and only about 5' 6."  My affair with him lasted two years from ages
sixteen to eighteen for both of us. We both screwed around on each other
but didn't care. I was bi and also had girlfriends at the time, but Anthony
got most of my money. He was never wanting for anything and dressed like a
million dollars for me. The guys in the projects were very jealous of
him. His screwing around consisted of mostly younger boys because since his
affair with me was well known, the older boys stayed away from him and were
afraid of my jealousy. I also thought that maybe he just wanted me
exclusiely and that he just saved himself for me.  I was the only one who
ever performed anal sex on him so he said. The young boys Anthony fucked
around with didn't really count for me.

My life back then took a big cultural turn of events when I went one day to
find him and his family gone. The story was they had gotten wind of the INS
cracking down in the area and instead of getting caught, they had just
packed up and gone back to Mexico. I tried to find out where he was from or
where he might have gone, but I couldn't be too obvious. I was crushed,
devasted as any man is when losing a lover whether it's male or female. So
on the rebound I quit going to the projects and went after everygirl in
site.  All the money I spent on Anthony I spent now on the girls and, of
course, I became quite popular. It took some time though for me to stop
imaging Anthony when I lay on top of a girl fucking her brains out.

Now I was back in a relationship with a young, handsome guy, Jake. It
seemed to be for me like going back to the projects. Just as I had fallen
for Anthony instantly back then, I had just fallen for Jake. I wondered how
the mind of a 32 year old could pursue such youth. Wouldn't my mind mature
as my body had to want to love someone older only. How could I still like
and possibly love a boy? It was easy to see why I would have sex with a
boy.  I know my fetish was still there for the boys and that was my "look
don't touch" masterbation syndrome. Fetishes don't get lost. They just get
added to.

But love is something different. Isnt it? I loved my wife, my kids and my
life now. Why would I let myself start feeling like I did years ago when I
was mostly gay and why would I want to start a gay relationship as I had
before? When I met Marie and we had our out of wedlock little girl, I
looked at the child at the hospital and knew I was meant to be a daddy, and
we married within three days. At this moment thinking about all this, I
just could not comprehend how I could be so fooled by love that it could be
asking me to make another and completely unacceptable committment.

These thoughts were all coming up in my afternoon relaxation on the couch
in the trailer and as I imaged Jake and our escapade on the couch, I was
rubbing my dick to try to get off before I went home. My cell phone rang
suddenly so i reached in my jean pocket and answered it not recognizing the
number. It was Jake.

"Hey dude!" Jake said. "Its four oclock....are you horny yet? " He asked
this with no hesitation and without asking me a single question. Jake's
self assuredness struck me like cupid had put an arrow in my heart.

"Yeah, dude I was just about to jack off. What do you wanta do?"

Jake then said "Well, I hope you were gonna think about me?" He laughed."
Listen, my mom won't be home for two hours so get your ass up hear and fuck
my brains out before I have to go out."

"Ok." I said "Where's there?"

 He gave me directions which were to an apartment not far from where I had
dropped him off. I grabbed my things, called the secretary and told her I
had a headache and was leaving.  What an excuse, but I was so distorted I
couldn't even think of something good.  I flew up Desert Inn Road and took
the directions to his apartment. Jake was standing outside a second floor
apartment of a nice typical but not expensive complex for Vegas. I parked
in the guest parking and jumped out of my truck with a spring in my step
like a teenage boy going for that date who just got the response to the
request "call me." Damn that is what had happened but instead of the girl,
it was Anthony calling...no it was my new boyfriend Jake instead.

"Hurry up." My new boyfriend yelled from the balcony. Damn was anyone
watching. Naw. I could only see a bunch of kids playing in a swing area.

Up the stairs and into the door I sprinted. A slam of the door and two guys
embraced and began violently French kissing. I must not have smelled too
good, and he had showered I could tell. He was wearing his mj shirt and
looked good in all black. Looking good in clothes was not the state I
wanted him in. I started to pull off his shirt as we kissed, and Jake said
"Wait, lets go to my bedroom."

 I said "Do you want me to shower first."

 "Nah, you smell just great. Remember I am French. We love smelly bodies."
Then he laughed. That laugh was growing on me.

 I followed him down the hall with my arm around him and kissing him on his
cheek. He would stay turned as we went down the enitre hall touching me and
rubbing my cock through my pants. In his room, I hardly noticed the
decorations but for some broken skate boards on the wall and a band poster
of Green Day. I took off my shirt and unbuttoned my pants as Jake took off
his shirt and lay on the bed. He hadn't been wearing shoes and socks
outside so I only had to reach down and pull his jeans off him quickly as I
always dreamed of doing. Damn was this kid ever ready for this as he wasn't
even wearing his boxers. I kicked off my all ready untied shoes and took
off my sox so I could be totally nude with my lover and then I took down my
pants somewhat slowly as if flirting to expose my cock which had now been
hard since I was inside the trailer thinking about Jake and preparing for
masterbation.

I grabbed my cock to massage it in front of him and looked at his hard
beautiful meat. I noticed a slight bit of oozing out of his dick and I
began to lean forward to get a taste of his precum. As I leaned to suck his
cock and practice some more how to pleasure the uncut. Jake stopped my head
as I went down and said..."Hey dude. I want you to fuck me."

I looked at him and my mind flashed back to Anthony. The fucking had been
so good because he loved me, and he wanted it. Anthony, I will have to
admit, was slightly feminine, and I had always thought it was the fems who
liked to get fucked. Here was a totally straight acting guy wanting to be
fucked. The straight boys when i fucked them had always wanted more money
when I did them because it seemed they didn't want it as much.

I guess I hesitated too long after his statement because Jake seemed to
know my problem and said "Listen, Mike, I am French, we love to get
fucked." Then he asked "Do you know what to do or do I have to give lessons
again?" He said this as he reached under his bed and took out some
Astroglide. This kid is a class act! No cheap KY for him.

Damn, do I know what to do? I had invented fucking males, I thought, so I
said to relieve him and not get any more lectures from a kid sixteen years
my junior..."Jake, I was gay when I was your age and had a boyfriend." Then
I added "Also, if you tell me one more thing about the French and sex. I am
going to get up and move to France and you will have to follow me."

With this statement I jerked the Astroglide out of his hand trying to have
a look of humor and squirted some on my fingers. I leaned forward and
kissed his dick. Licking up his shaft and touching my tongue gently between
his skin and head, I tasted that different taste I had experienced before
and grabbed a small lick of his semen leaking slightly out.

 He had spread his legs wide in anticipation of what I was going to do. I
knew exactly how to pleasure an ass and had caused Anthony to cum many
times from just fingers and licking. A little teasing foreplay with my
tongue on Jakes balls and then I put one and then fairly easily two fingers
in him. He was tight though just enough to know he hadn't been fucked for
awhile but he was a very clean person, and i didn't hesitate to go down on
him and begin quickly tonguing around his hole. As I put my tongue in him
he moaned loudly.  I was good at this and loved doing it. This is why I
truly knew that down deep I was gay. To prepare a man who wants your cock
inside him is as important as giving any woman what she wants before you
give her your sperm so she gets what she wants...a baby.  With a guy though
I had found I was giving him just the essence of my love for him and as I
licked deep into Jake's hole and then slid my fingers in up to the final
three, I knew when I laid over him, that I was going to tell this man that
I loved him.

I sat back after this preparation and put some astroglide on my dick. I
don't think at this point I needed the extra lube but it is always a good
idea to use it.

 Jake was moaning with his hand over his head that gave me the sign he knew
what I was going to do and was ready. I slid the head of my cock against
his hole and slipped the head in slowly. As I did this we looked each other
in the eyes. He reached up and put his hands on my shoulders as I leaned
forward He spread and raised his legs off the bed. I went in easily and
then began my thrusting. I lay on top of him as I thrusted harder. He came
within seconds as I could feel his sperm shooting on my chest as he
screamed out in ecstasy. I hoped the neighbors didn't hear.This yelling and
cumming sent me through the roof and I came in Jake everything I had in
me. I collapsed to his side breathing deeply. As I fell to his left I
pulled him over on me after pulling my dick out. He gently put his arm
around me and lay cheek to cheek for a moment before we both recovered from
our orgasms. Then we kissed.

It had happened so quickly that it was obvious we were just young guys
whose minds built sex up to the point of mental explosion and we just had
exploded; both of us almost simultaneiously.

I had no words to say to Jake as we lay there. Being a man who was married;
a man who was probably gay and had at one time a male lover, I knew in my
heart that I probably was falling in love with Jake. I had not loved a guy
since Anthony, and I knew I could not put my expectations on this man who
was really a boy. I had a terrible thought that he was probably just lying
there thinking about his next pair of shoes after having at least the time
of his life sexually.