Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2001 09:11:32 -0400
From: The Mariner <mariner23502@hotmail.com>
Subject: Adult Youth -My Newspaper Boy #8

MY NEWSPAPER BOY !!

Chapter #8
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The usual WARNINGS , as expressed in previous postings
remain in effect.  If you are not of legal age or dislike
material involving sexual experiences between young gay
males, please do not read further.   Thank you for
understanding.
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Update:  When I left you last, Grant and Aaron had returned
from dinner, went to bed and then experienced their first
anal intercourse together at Grant's urging.  They then fell
into a deep sleep as you only can after sexual gratification.
Aaron awoke before Grant and while gazing at the beautiful
young man laying in his arms, he began to have serious
thought that troubled him. Aaron leaned down giving Grant
an awaking kiss,  he pulled back when Grant attempted to
encircle his neck and pull him closer, Grant was puzzled.
Aaron told him they had to get cleaned up, have some
breakfast and talk.  This obviously angered Grant as he
swung out of bed with an "okay, be right out" as he went into
the bathroom.  The tone struck Aaron as deeply as if he had
been penetrated in the heart by a dagger...
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Aaron washed up in the guest bathroom and wrapping his
robe around him, walked into the kitchen,  Grant had not yet
reappeared. Aaron checked the fridge for breakfast makins
with his mind in turmoil...thoughts racing around like
crazy.

As Aaron was getting a breakfast together, Grant came into
the kitchen and sitting on a counter stool,  said, "okay, what
you want to talk about?" in a very hard tone of voice.  Aaron
stood there feeling a chill envelope him.  Turning, Aaron saw
that Grant was fully clothed as the night before.

Well for one thing, we need to talk about the future, our
future and yours, I said.   Grant sat there with no comment. I
continued that we needed to talk about our feelings for each
other.

Grant, looking up, said, "you mean me loving you and you
loving me feelings, our enjoying sex together, those feelings?"
Looking at him,  I said "yes, those and other things". He
almost spat out "what other things you talking about. You
sucked my cock, I sucked your cock and we liked it didn't
we? You fucked me and I loved you doing it, maybe that is
what has fucked your head up".  I just stood there when he
suddenly blurted out "maybe me being 17 is what you are
worried about, think I am going to get you into trouble I
guess".  He swung around on the stool and turned his back to
me.

I sat the skillet on the stove with its un-cooked eggs in it and
turned the stove off. Walking around the counter, I stepped
in front of Grant.  His hands were locked in his lap and his
head  hung down.  I put my hand under his chin and lifted his
face to mine, tears were in his eyes and I could see his body
sagging and felt his anguish as I placed my arm around his
back and leaning forward, I pulled him close to me and I
sighed "Oh Grant, please, please listen to me".  He melted
against my chest and wrapped his arms around my waist
pulling me tighter as he started to sob, his body shaking.  My
will power almost faded but I steeled myself against what I
knew was his power over me if I let him use it.

I stood there holding him and let him sob for what seemed
ages as I felt like I had been kicking a puppy dog.  Grant's
grip on my waist did not relax but I could feel his body
starting to relax a little and his sobs subsiding some.  I
leaned back a little and again lifting his face to my  gaze, I
asked him if he would sit on the love seat with me, the
thought running through my mind "what a hell of a name for
a piece of furniture".

Grant eased forward and the counter stool toppled to the
side as he did.   He relinquished his grip on my waist and we
moved over to that mis-named seat.   With my left arm
around his broad shoulders and his right arm around my
waist we sat down.  Grant still was not  looking at my face.

It is funny the things that go through one's mind at times like
this.  Here I was holding  this boy or young man if you prefer.
He was a young man but legally still a boy, that is the stupid
way that the law decides who is an adult and who is not,
Grant was a young man.  I could feel his heart beating and
mine was racing.  I could only think that in just a very short
time I had fallen deeply in love with him and yet my mind
told me it would not last or maybe could not.  Events and
situations were against us and I was trying to think how I
was going to explain this to him.  Making it harder was that I
believed this was his first love affair as well as fully sexual.  I
had a real can of worms to straighten out without ruining
him for life.

Grant was gay of that I was sure and in some way I had been
instrumental in bringing him into the gay lifestyle.  His only
sexual experience, but not really , was when he and Peter had
jerked each other off. Hell, all boys did that or so I believed, I
had.  What we had done together in the last two days was as
if a door had been opened with a great light and Grant had
stepped through into what he thought was "love".   All of this
flashed through my mind as I was holding him close to me.

I straightened up a little and lifting his head, he reached
around my neck and started to pull my mouth to his.  I didn't
resist and as he brushed my lips with his, he whispered
"Aaron, I do love you, don't you believe me?".    Looking into
his eyes, I heard myself saying, Grant, I think you think you
love me".  I could have bit my tongue off when I heard those
words come out of my mouth as I felt Grant stiffen against
me.

Without raising his head, he said, "you think I think I love
you.  Haven't I done enough to show you I love  you, what else
do you want"?  His shoulders started to heave again.  I
leaned forward and whispered, "Grant, there are different
kinds of love and the love between two men is expressed in
different ways".   "Please let me explain what I am trying to
say".

Drawing air deep into my lungs, I let out a great sigh and
said "Grant, some men equate love with sexual acts with
each other. They whisper endearments to each other in the
heat of their passion". I paused for a moment before going
on, "If you remember we both were telling each other how
much we loved each other each time we had sex, right", he
only nodded his head.   "Sex is a part of it Grant but not all of
it", I said.   He spoke against my chest, "but I thought that
sex was love and loving each other?.   I said it was only part
of it, not the whole".

I again inhaled air deep into my lungs feeling a dread and
apprehension deep inside of me.  For a moment, I asked
myself if I was doing this right or screwing it all up.  I didn't
know as I plunged ahead.  I asked Grant a question, "do you
remember your bible Grant?"  He nodded his head and said
"some of it".  I asked him if he remembered that part where
the prophets said "Man does not live by bread alone"?  He
said "no, I don't remember that, what does it mean"?   I was
on shaky ground here, not being a scholar of the bible.
Rubbing his shoulders and back, I said "it means that man
needs things other then bread to live. He needs water,
understanding, faith and love".   When I said "love" Grant
jerked his head up and said "see we need love like it says in
the bible".  Looking at his face and into those captivating
eyes, I said, "yes, we need love but sexual love is only part of
it".  "We need to understand the love we feel for each other
and try and separate if from the sexual act".  The little boy in
him was grasping for some thread of hope.

I went on and  I asked him if he loved his parents.  He said
"of course I do, they were his parents".  But I said, "there is
no sex between you and your parents is there?"  You love
your younger brother don't you, you don't suck his cock do
you?  In quick order, he said " yes, I love my parents and my
brother and no, there was no sex between them", almost
heatedly.  I said "wait a minute, let me explain".  "Love
between parents and children, between siblings is a love of
faith and understanding built up over years of knowing they
will be there for you when you need them", "your parents
care for you when you are hurt or feeling bad, they provide
for your needs, take you places with them when they go out,
don't they?" Again a nod of yes.  I continued on " the love
between two men is one that has to be nurtured in the same
way." "Two men that feel they are in love need to work
together and understand each other and what each needs,
does  that make sense to you?"

Again Grant nodded his head yes before going on and saying
"we could do that together couldn't we Aaron. Couldn't we
live together and learn if we really love each other?"  I did a
quick intake as that phrase "live together" came from his
mouth.  I held him close as I said "we could Grant but not yet
and he quickly demanded why not".  Looking at him again, I
poured out the main reason we could not.  I told him that he
was 17 and stopped his protest that I could see was coming
with a finger across his lips.  I mentioned that school started
in 10 days and he needed to return and finish his high school
education, he just could not up and leave his parents without
some real explainations.  Going on, I told him he needed to
be with his friends and spend time with them and not just
me.  Looking at me, he said "but I only want to be with you, I
don't need any friends".  That little boy inside of him was
talking again.

I was beginning to wonder if he would ever understand what
I was trying to tell him and while I was doing it, my heart
was aching, I wanted him so bad.

I pulled back and said "Grant, your parents are coming back
today at what time?" He told me they were supposed to be
back at about 300PM. I mentioned that he was expected to
be there wasn't he? He nodded yes, and I said it was almost
noon and we had been talking for over two hours.   I told him
we could talk some more about this later if he wanted to.  He
snuggled a little closer and said "okay but he wanted me too,
even after they got home" and he reached up pulling my lips
tightly to his probing my lips with his tongue.  I opened my
lips and let him enter pulling him tightly against me.

As we were kissing, I felt his hand probing my robe for an
opening and he found my half hard cock and started to
massage me pushing my cock hard against my balls.   I was
naked under the robe but it had not been by design.  Grant
took advantage of the moment and taking my hand pressed it
on his growing bulge, I was trapped again and pushed my
tongue deeper into his mouth searching for his and sucking
it into my mouth.  I reached down and started to lift his shirt
so I could suck on his beautiful tits and feel his body against
mine.  We stood up and I pulled his shirt over his head and
dropping it, I leaned down and took his hard nipple in my
mouth, he gasped and dropped  his slacks to the floor, hi s
rock hard cock snapping up against his flat hard stomach
and then just waiving there as I was sucking on his tits.
Grant pulled my robe over my shoulders and as it dropped to
the floor, he leaned over and took my hard cock and started
pulling on it hard and fast.  I knew this would be a short
session if we didn't get some control.

I stood up and pulled Grant to me, whispering in his ear, "lay
down with me".  He didn't object and slowly sank onto the
carpet with me.  As he stretched out under me, I heard him
say "take me Aaron, please suck me dry and swallow my
cream". He had his eyes closed and was stretching like a cat,
twisting his hips and showing me that gorgeous body that
awed me every time I saw it.  His cock was rolling from side
to side as he twisted and lifted his hips for me to take it his
balls hanging down in his crotch.  I did not hestitate and slid
my mouth down the full length of his almost 7" and thick
cock, thinking as I did, "and he is still growing."  His cock slid
down my throat and then his balls were under my nose and I
nuzzled them as I growled deep in my throat sending him
into a fit as he felt me working that thick rod and nuzzling
his balls.  Grabbing my head and pushing me tight on his
shaft, he groaned and moaning as he raised  his hips to
tighten his cock deeper in my throat.  I heard him growling
and ordering me to take it deeper, he wanted to feel his cum
rolling down my throat as he shot his load.  I raised myself
over him and placed my knees and hands on both sides of
him.  I lowered my hips so my cock brushed his lips and he
opened them and I sank even deeper into his throat but
slowly.  He was still new at cock sucking and I didn't want to
hurt him with my thick shaft.  He raised  his head and pulled
my ass down as my cock slid deep into his throat and I felt
him growling sending a shock through my body and nuts.

I rolled us over pulling him with me and we were in the
classic 69 position. Grant greedily sucked on my cock as he
was fucking my face driving his young precum leaking rod as
deep as he could.  I reached under his legs and started to pull
on his loose ball sac as he did the same with mine.  We both
were lost in each other and nothing else mattered as I
stroked my  diamond cutting rod as deep as he could take it
and that was all of it, he had learned well.

I felt Grant's nuts starting to draw up and knew he was close
as he increased the drive to fill my mouth.  I could feel the
juices starting to rise in my cock and holding his head with
my left hand drove deep down his throat.   Grant's nuts
disappeared and I felt his cock swelling ever larger in my
mouth and mine was feeling like I wanted to piss and I knew
this was going to be a load he might not be able to handle.
Suddenly wave after wave of delicious feelings swept over me
as my cock started to fill Grant's mouth and his cock was
surging with volley after volley of his sweet, salty cum down
my throat, I held his  ass tight so as to get it all and he was
gripping my groin tight as my cock filled his mouth and I felt
him swallowing each surge of cum I gave him.  I could feel
his throat muscles working over every inch, draining all of
me.  As our loads were being expended, we slowly started to
slowly descend from the pure sexual high we had reached
and I felt my cock starting to soften as his did as well.  We
both did not want it to end and held on tight with our lips
milking every drop we could get.

Both of us were breathing heavily and trying to get air with
our cocks still in each others mouths. I felt my cock slip
from Grant's mouth and he withdrew his from mine and I
kissed it and licked the little flecks of cum that were hanging
on.  Grant reached for mine and then he took it
again in his mouth making me gasp with the feeling of his
warm mouth around me again.  I took his head and looking
down at him, told  him that was a little more then I could
stand right then.  Grant just grinned and licked his lips, his
eyes flashing at me with deep passion.

Sitting up, I lifted him to me and holding him, we kissed very
passionately and lovingly.  Pulling his head back, he said
"now tell me you don't love me Aaron Stotler".

Looking at him, I said "well maybe just a little"...

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