Date: Mon, 8 Mar 1999 20:53:08 -0600 (CST)
From: comicality@webtv.net
Subject: "Nothing Wrong With Love" (Gay Male/Adult Youth)

Welcome back folks! I'm trying a little something different with this
one and making it my first 'boylove' themed story. Any comments,
criticisms, or questions, can be sent to comicality@webtv.net or stop by
the website at http://www.comicality.org
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"Nothing Wrong With Love"
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I can still remember the day little Jamie next door first came into my
life. I was 21 at the time and had just moved into my very first
'bachelor pad'. It was a little townhouse type deal and I was so happy
to be on my own for a change. My college buddies had taken me out
drinking the night before it happened, so I wasn't really prepared for
the sound of shattering glass as some kid's baseball came crashing
through my front window. I remember getting up to see what the heck it
was and realizing that some little brat had broken my window and
probably high tailed it out of there by now. I cursed to myself for a
few seconds before looking up to see a head peer through the jagged hole
where my window used to be. Normally, I would have been furious, but
something about this wide eyed little boy struck me as funny. He was
only 10 at the time, so I guess I couldn't really yell at him or curse
him out. He looked so shocked, with short, spikey blond hair and
sparkling blue eyes. His lips had a small chocolate stain on the site,
and they were so red, it looked like he was wearing lipstick. He had his
hat on backwards and clothes that looked like they were four sizes too
big. I kind of looked at him, trying not to crack a smile, but as soon
as he opened his mouth he gave me the most innocent, "Sorry mister..."
and I couldn't help but burst out laughing. I think it confused him more
than anything, but my laughter seemed to make him feel a little better. 
I remember his mother not being so light hearted about the whole idea,
and she brought him back over the same night to see if I had some chores
for him to do while he paid off his apology for the window. I really
didn't hold it against the kid, but she was trying to teach him a life
lesson and I figured I might as well help her out. She was a single mom,
beautiful and kind, but not my type. I mean, she didn't know it, but
none of the women on the block were my type. Let's just say, they
weren't being cast in any of my wet dreams growing up. I knew I liked
guys, and I wasn't ashamed of it at all. But that didn't mean that
everybody else had to know about it, so I usually kept to myself most of
the time. My name's Michael, and even though I was 21 years old, I have
a babyface that keeps people carding me at every bar I go to. Everyone
says I look like a high school kid, I don't see it. I've got thick brown
hair, medium length, and giant brown eyes that glow in the sunlight if
you look at them just right. I'm pretty average in the height and weight
department too, but that darn babyface just keeps the jailbait chasing
me. 
Well, I let Jamie do little jobs for me around the house and we became
good friends. He never ceased to amaze me, he would just ask the oddest
questions out of the blue, and he was incredibly honest, even telling me
things I didn't even want to know. One day he told me he saw his mom's
vibrator under the bed and he used it as a light saber when he was
playing with his friends. I swear, this kid was hilarious when he wanted
to be. He was like having a brand new puppy at that age. He was always
over, bright and early every morning. He only lived across the street,
and he would often ring the doorbell, his mouth still chewing the last
bits of his breakfast. He would walk in the second I opened the door and
before long he'd be into everything. The kitchen cabinets, the closets,
the basement, under my bed, everywhere. It was impossible to stop him
from moving and talking and just basically being a kid, but it was even
harder to get mad at him. One smile and I was helpless to keep from
smiling too. He was just too cute to stay mad at for long.
As time went on, Jamie got older, and we became even closer than before.
By the time he reached 12 we were like brothers. When he turned 13, he
started to worry me a bit. It wasn't so much the fact that he was always
over and hanging out at my place more than at home. It wasn't all the
uncomfortable questions he started asking about sex and love and even
masturbation (A little bit older, but still the same old 'honest'
lovable kid). None of those things really worried me that much, he was
just being a kid and that was cool with me, because I've always been a
big kid at heart myself. It was just as much fun for me to have a
playmate as it was for him. No...what really frightened me about Jamie
was the fact that I wasn't necessarily looking at him as that same
cuddly puppy dog that use to go through my things when he came over.
These days, I was beginning to see him as something more. That scared me
to the point where I'd literally hide from him on occassion. His spikey
blond hair had softened to a silky golden mass that he let grow out to
medium length. His skin had developed a sensual tan, and his red lips
had become thin pink buds that sat under a perfect button nose. His
babyfat had melted away and his face had thinned out to reveal high
cheekbones and cute little facial features that I had never noticed
before. Jamie was turning into a heartbreaker right before my eyes, and
he was actually beautiful to me. 
The fear first hit me one day while we were watching tv in the living
room. I was looking over at him as usual and as if by magic, I realized
that I wasn't just admiring his youth or his charm anymore. I found
myself staring at his soft stomach, his long hairless legs, his sleek
teenage frame and slender neck. His eyes held the same youthful
innocence that they always had, but there was something else behind them
now. Something sexual, some kind of new found excitement that was
getting stronger and stronger with every day that went by. The more it
grew inside of him, the harder it became for me to turn away. I would
get anxious waiting for him to get home from school so he could come
over and tell me what happened. Every detail of his life fascinated me
so much. Because everything he said and did at school brought back some
long forgotten memory of mine. Even when he wasn't around, I'd find
myself smiling and thinking, "Wow! I remember that." I felt so cool
being able to give him advice on things that I had already been through,
that I had already experienced. I almost felt like the kid's father, and
deep down, even though he never said it, I think Jamie looked at me the
same way. He brought so much light into my world, and we hung out every
chance we got. I think the most flattering thing he ever said to me was,
"You're like my mom, but you're so much cooler. You know way more than
the kids at my school." Hearing him say that made me feel like jumping
for joy. I think that in the short few years that we had known each
other, Jamie had actually replaced most of my college buddies as my best
friend in the world. I felt like I could just be myself around him, just
be silly and wild and have fun. I didn't have to put on that fake mask
that adults hide behind. I could take him to movies and play video games
with him, and buy him things to make him happy. And he just seemed so
impressed and so appreciative of it all. I bought him a bike for his
14th birthday, and he nearly cried. It was the most awesome feeling in
the world to be able to give something to the 'little brother I never
had' and have him regard it as such a precious gift. It made me happy to
see him happy, and that was all I wanted from him.
Then it happened. He was 14 years old, and me at 25 with the same teeny
bopper looks I'd always had. We were in the basement watching sme old
horror flick, you know, one of those "Creature from Down Under the Muck"
type of movies. And I remember the commercial coming on and Jamie was so
enraptured in the movie that I guess he didn't see how bad it really
was. I was playing around as usual, and petending to be the monster,
lurking ever closer to my young prey. "Don't try to run, no matter where
you go, I'll find you." I said in my best cheesy horror movie voice.
Jamie let out a weak womanish scream, "Aahhhh...please don't kill me
mister monster! I'll miss my soaps tomorrow!" We both started laughing
and then I attacked him, the two of us wrestling playfully back and
forth until I had him pinned under me, unable to move. Suddenly, I
looked down at him, and his smile faded quickly. He got so serious all
of the sudden, and I saw his eyes flare with a raw passion that I had
never seen before. It was as if he became a sexual being right in front
of my eyes. I could feel his gaze go right through me and it actually
struck a chord deep inside my heart that made me feel weak. I couldn't
believe that this boy, this 14 year old boy, was...turning me on!
I wanted to look away, I wanted to come to my senses and forget the
whole thing ever happened. I wanted to get off of him and take a shower,
washing away the dirty feelings that had entered my mind without
warning, but I couldn't. Then, I felt Jamie's erection begin to grow
uncontrolably against my stomach. Omigod! I felt it getting harder and
harder, a good five and half to six inches at least. Then, as if he
needed the release of the tension, Jamie pushed himself into me, lifting
his hips slightly off of the floor. And I LET him do it! I LET him push
his hard little cock into me and what was worse...I liked it! It was the
very first time I looked into those blue eyes and felt the irresistable
urge to kiss those pink lips and taste Jamie's tongue as it slid in and
out of my mouth. I felt weird, filthy, almost like a rapist, but I just
couldn't pull myself away. I realized that I had spent more time with
Jamie than I ever had with any one of my boyfriends in high school or
college, I'd had more fun than I ever had before in my life, we've
talked, we've played, we've shared our ideas and our interests, whether
I liked it or not...the two of us had been in a relationship for years.
That urge, oh that incredible urge, to plant a sweet kiss on his tender
lips. It would probably be his first, it would be the coolest and most
erotic experience of his young teen life. But as the thoughts breezed
through my mind, I felt Jamie push his hips up into me again, this time
with no shame, and he let a soft moan escape those perfect lips of his.
No! I can't do this! He's fucking 14 years old for crying out loud!
That's like 20 years in prison! That's almost double my whole life!
I immediately came to my senses and jumped up from the floor. Jamie laid
there for a moment or two on his back, his erection showing through his
pants. He sat up on his elbows and displayed it for me proudly, a
mischevious grin on his face. That's when I noticed that I was hard as a
rock too, and I quickly sat down on the couch, hoping he wouldn't
notice. Yeah, I'm sure his mother would love to hear about this.
Jamie's face got serious again and he said to me, in that seductive,
raspy teen voice of his, "What's the matter?"
"The movie's back on." I said nervously, hoping he'd notice and get back
into it so he could forget about what just happened. He didn't. 
"Oh...ok." He said, a little confused, and with a hint of what sounded
to me like disappointment. He got up and sat down next to me again. But
things were different between us, there was this strange tension, this
violent attraction that swelled inside of me with every second that he
sat next to me. He leaned back and sighed to himself, but he didn't seem
to be paying attention to the movie anymore. I could feel him looking
over at me every once in a while and it sent shivers up my spine. What
the hell was the matter with me? He's just a youngster, the kid from
across the street. This isn't some hot guy that I saw in a bar somewhere
or working at the Gap, this is little Jamie who once broke my front
window with his baseball. This is little Jamie who has been my baby
brother for the past four years, the kid who is JUST a friend, my best
friend. But he was sooo cute...wait, did I say that? I felt a strange
confusion that had never crossed my mind before. Some battle between
what's right and what's...right but feels wrong. I didn't know what to
think. But every time I felt his soft blue eyes on me, I got goosebumps.
It was like I was falling in...no, I refuse to say it. I CAN'T say it! I
am not falling for a 14 year old boy and that's that. I sat back and
tried to just watch the movie, but Jamie suddenly broke the silence. "Do
you have a girlfriend Mike?"
"Um...no, no I don't."
"Oh...ok." He said again. He turned back to watch television and I
thought that maybe that would be the end of the conversation, but after
another five minutes of silence he spoke again, his hazy voice making my
ears tingle with delight. "You know...I was just playing before."
"What?"
"When we were on the floor, I was just kiddin' around. Cool?"
"What are you talking about?" I asked, knowing exactly what he was
talking about.
"Nothing...just...say it's cool so we can be friends again. Okay?" I
looked at Jamie and under his mop of shiny blond hair I could see a
hopefulness in his eyes that melted my heart. He was blushing a little,
and he was afraid to make eye contact with me, so I told him it was cool
and just tried to go back to acting as normal as I possibly could,
considering the circumstances. But something between us had changed, I
could feel it.
I spent the next two or three days avoiding Jamie and trying to come up
with a million excuses for him not to come over. It hurt me something
awful to push him away, I mean I was losing my best friend here, but it
had to be done. I didn't know what would happen if Jamie ever made a
pass at me or something, how strong could I be? What if he hugged me, or
wanted to sit on my lap, or what if we wrestled like last time, but I
couldn't control that urge to kiss him a second time? I wished over and
over that I could be young again so I could be with him without
hesitation, but wishes only made me feel worse. I couldn't do this. I'd
end up like those dirty old men picking up boy prostitutes in Hollywood.
The freaks who molest kids in locker rooms and rest stops. I could never
hurt Jamie, I'd rather kill myself, I never wanted to ruin his life or
give him some kind of mental trauma from our little affair. I couldn't
be with him, but how could I turn him away? It plagued my mind over the
whole week, while I was still dodging and avoiding Jamie. The first day
or two, he took it all in stride and figured that he'd just come over
the next day. On the third day, he had a confused look on his face, like
he knew something was up, but he didn't want to say anything. I remember
closing the door with him on the front porch, and he remained outside my
door for a few lonely moments before finally walking away, his head down
and his shoulders slumped over. He looked so sad, God I couldn't tell
you how bad I felt. The fourth day he almost had tears in his eyes when
I said I was too busy. He just looked so pitiful that I decided to let
him in, just for a little while. 
His face cleared up a bit and he plopped down on my living room couch. I
sat in a chair on the other side of the room, hoping to keep some
distance between us. He looked almost hurt by my gesture, but he started
going into his day at school and how it went. He chit chatted and
giggled all aftenoon, but I was just terrified of him now. I kept seeing
parts of him that just looked so cute to me, but I'd have to force it
out of my mind quickly before I sarted dwelling on it for too long. My
eyes watched his gorgeous lips form each individual word as he spoke, I
watched his smooth arms move back and forth with every gesture. I looked
at his flat chest, his tender belly, his soft thighs, his golden hair,
his sky blue eyes...oh he was the biggest temptation of my life. I
caught myself sighing out loud and stopped it right away. I was feeling
dreamy and nervous, seeing Jamie and I just laying together in bed, just
holding each other, locked away from society, free from judgement. I
kept having visions of kissing him, and as he talked, the visions turned
more graphic, more sexual. As soon as the thought of Jamie dropping his
pants in front of me, my mouth only inches from his hot throbbing little
teen cock, ready to suck him in and bring him to a climax like he's
never dreamed, I jumped up and told him that it was time for him to go. 
"Go? But I've got more to tell you about. Like this girl named Beckie,
she says she's in love with me, but I don't really like her 'cause..." 
I stopped him in mid sentence and tried to come up with a good reason
for him to go. "I'm sorry Jamie, but I've gotta run to the store real
quick."
"Oh. Can I come with?"
"Uh...no you can't. It's a liquor store, I was going to buy beer for a
party. They won't let you in if you're underage."
"I can wait in the car, I just want to spend some time with you, I
haven't seen you all week."
"Look...Jamie..." I started, trying to get the courage to say the words
so he'd leave me alone for a while. I knew it would break his heart to
hear me say that we couldn't be as close as we were before, but until I
figured things out for myself, that was the best thing I could come up
with. But Jamie stopped me and kept talking. It was almost like he knew
what I was going to say, and didn't want me to get the words out.
"Hey, guess what? My mom says she's going to be going on a business trip
out of town, and I usually go with, but it's really boring and stuff. So
I asked her, and she said if it was alright with you, I could stay the
night here for the whole weekend! Wouldn't that be awesome?"
"Jamie...look man..."
"I could bring some movies, and the Nintendo 64, have you played
'Goldeneye' yet, it's so cool, you'll love it..."
I had to almost put my hand over his mouth to stop him from rambling,
but this was going way too far. I was fantasizing about this beautiful
young teenager, and now he was going to tempt me even more by staying at
my house for the weekend. "Jamie, please. I've got to tell you
something. Um...look, you're really cool and all, but...I don't think it
would be such a good idea if you spent the weekend here with me."
Jamie looked confused and wrinkled up his nose a little, "Why?"
"You wouldn't understand Jamie, okay?"
"Why wouldn't I understand? You don't want me to stay with you?"
"No Jamie, it's not that. It's just...I don't know if I'm the right
person for you to be spending the weekend with. That's all."
"Why?"
"It's just not right, okay?"
"But Why?" Jamie was clearly getting hurt, and I could hear it in his
voice. 
"Jamie...I don't know why, alright?"
"Well you said you don't want me to stay with you, you don't want me
hanging around, you've been avoiding me all week, I just want to know
why? What did I do?"
I could see his heart breaking and it made me feel like shit doing this
to him. But didn't he know it was for his own good? Didn't he see the
problem with a relationship or even a friendship between a 25 year old
man and a 14 year old boy? I just wished he'd drop it and go home so I
wouldn't have to feel my guts twist up like this and I could maybe get
rid of these sexual visions so we could be friends again. But Jamie was
actually starting to cry now, and a single tear of pure silver dripped
from one of his shaky blue eyes. "I thought we were buds." He said.
"We are Jamie, but..."
"You know, don't you? You know about me, and now you think I'm being
weird. Am I right?"
"Know about you? What do you mean?"
"I promise I won't be queer for the whole weekend. I promise, really.
Just...don't..." Jamie started to cry in short sobs and had to collect
himself before going on. "You said it was cool. Please don't stop
talking to me, Mike. You're the only person I can talk to. Please? I
love you too much for that."
Seeing his tears got my own waterworks started and soon we were both
sobbing. I gave him a hug and told him it would be okay for him to stay.
I mean it was tearing him up inside to think that I was abandoning him.
I wasn't, I had no intention of ever leaving him. But I was just so
confused, so scared. Emotions are a weird thing, and they control
everything. I couldn't turn them off, not even while I was hugging
Jamie's lithe body in my arms. I heard his sobs stop little by little,
and his tears were drying on my shoulder. Then I felt Jamie nuzzle his
button nose into my neck, back and forth gently, experimentally, to see
if I'd stop him. I should have, but it felt so good, so natural. Then,
he brushed his lips up against my neck and began to kiss it lovingly as
I shivered with delight. My heart was racing at a hundred miles an hour,
and my hands began to hug Jamie closer to me as his kisses became more
forceful. Soon he was licking at my neck like crazy and pushing his
hardness into my chest. I couldn't move, I couldn't stop, and I almost
gave in to lust and took him right there. Then he stopped, breathlessly
looked at me with sexy lust filled eyes, and he leaned in ever so
slowly, to kiss me on the lips. 
I had never dreamed it would feel this good. His youth, his innocence,
his sweetened new found sexuality, blossoming in front of me as our lips
pressed against one another. I could almost hear the prison doors
slamming now. Then, I felt Jamie's wet tongue enter my mouth and I knew
right then that if I didn't stop this now, I'd be helpless to stop it at
all. I pulled back and broke our kiss. Jamie was a bit surprised at
first, but it only took a second before he leaned in for another soft
kiss. I pulled him away again, but he was obssessed, he kept coming back
for more, and it hurt me so much to pull away. But I had to, I had to
maintain control. "Jamie...look, this is wrong okay? I mean, you're way
too young for me. I could get into big trouble."
Jamie leaned in and whispered in my ear, ever so softly, "I won't tell."
Then he began to nibble softly at my earlobe until I was almost ready to
cum. Omigod, this cutie was getting me so hot.
"Alright, this has gone too far already. Please, just go home for right
now. Please." I said, desperately trying to get some control over
myself.
Jamie had a nice sized hard on tenting his pants, and he finally agreed
to go. But he made sure that he could still spend the weekend before he
left. "Yeah, well, I guess a promise is a promise. But there won't be
any funny business! Got it!" Jamie grinned at me and left without saying
another word. "Jamie?" I called after him, but he just smiled and closed
the door. This was going to be a trying weekend indeed.
Jamie knocked on the door and he had his little overnight bag packed so
tight that it wouldn't even close all the way. His mother dropped him
off and got back in her car to drive to the next town. Jamie walked past
me, just out of he shower, smelling like clean soap and shampoo. He was
just wearing a pullover shirt and some sweatpants, it hugged his slim
body so well. He went straight to the basement door and walked inside
without saying much of anything. He made a beeline for the VCR and
crouched down to open his bag of tricks. He seemed to be so happy, so
excited to be spending the weekend with his buddy. I was hoping and
praying that he was just looking at it as an extended sleepover with a
friend, and not an opportunity for anything else. I was getting weaker
by degree and I knew that anymore of this blond angel's seduction would
end badly. I'd either end up turning him away and forcing him to stay at
a neighbor's house, which would shred his heart and make him feel bad,
or worse, I'd be unable to resist and molest this poor kid. I couldn't
even imagine messing up the rest of his life, making him feel dirty,
cheap, used. I couldn't do that, not to a kid who had brought me so much
joy, a kid who had filled my life with laughter and made me feel so
special. But as I watched him reach behind my televison to hook up his
video game, I saw him bent over, down on one knee, and my mind wandeed
into that dangerous territory again. He was just so flexible, so wiry,
like the green limbs of a young sappling in the spring. As he leaned
forward, I saw his ripe young bottom pressed against the thin fabric of
his sweats, directed towards me. He leaned further forward to plug in
the tangled wires into the back of the tv, and I watched helplessly as
his ass danced and wiggled in front of me. His tight cleft was pried
wide open, the material falling into that open crevasse, his soft round
globes bouncing seperate from each other. I could almost see the tight
pucker through those sweats, or was it my imagiation? I was getting hard
and tried to look away, but my eyes always went back to that lovely
vision. Why was it taking him so long? Didn't he know what he was doing
to me? This was more than a sexual infatuation, my heart was actually
aching here. It hurt me to not reach out and touch those bulbous ass
cheeks and hold his warm body in my arms. I didn't want to say it, I
wanted to deny it for as long as I could, ignoring the signs, supressing
my feelings, but I just couldn't do it anymore. I was in love, in love
with a 14 year old boy. I guess deep down inside, I always had been.
I've loved Jamie for a long time now, and now that it was more in the
open, now that we had an idea that we both felt the same way, there was
this uncontrollable urge to prove it to each other. This feeling of
closeness that just didn't seem close enough. It was this strange
bubbling in the pit of my stomach that told me I was holding back some
unstoppable force, and it got stronger and stronger every time Jamie was
near me. 
Finally, he finished fiddling with the tv, but instead of turning the
game on he pulled out a few videos to watch. He brought enough movies
for the whole weekend and then some. I wondered if he had enough room
for his clothes in that little bag. He put in some black and white
Hitchcock movie and started it up. I was always so impressed that he
knew the classics, really cool for a kid his age. The movie started and
he walked over to dim the lights. I was worried that we might have a
repeat of our first little fling together and had to think of something
to stop it from happening again. I stretched out on the couch, hoping he
would have no room and would have to sit in the arm chair. But instead,
he just wormed his way onto the couch too, laying down right in front of
me and nuzzling himself into me, his back to my chest. 
It became pretty obvious in the first ten minutes that he just wasn't
watching the movie, and neither was I. We didn't say anything, but we
knew what was going on. That thick air of sexual tension returned and it
made me incredibly nervous. every time he moved to get more comfortable
I stiffened up, afraid that he was getting ready to make a move on me. I
put up my guard as best I could, but I knew deep down inside that he'd
be able to seduce me easily if he really wanted to. I just laid there
behind him, his soft round butt positioned evenly with my growing
erection. I fought hard to keep it down, I tried consistently to keep my
emotions for Jamie from running over, but they would not be silenced.
The clean smell of his body and hair filled my nostrils with a sweet
aroma that made me dizzy. His breathing caused his warm body to expand
and contract against me ever so slightly, and I could feel him trembling
with the same attraction that I had. But for the time being, he was
trying to behave himself. 
After a half hour, I could feel his hand travelling down to his hard
member, continuously straightening it out and pressing up against it.
For a boy of fourteen it must have been awful, that immense frustration,
that desire for release. I felt Jamie sigh and I could tell he was
trying to be good, probably torn between not being intimate and having
to leave. I put an arm over his shoulder to show him that I wasn't angry
with him or disgusted by his feelings. Afterall, what he was feeling
wasn't necessarily wrong, it was just for the wrong person. But the arm
seemed to make him feel worse, and I felt a few slight shakes of his
thin teenage frame as he began to cry. I didn't really notice until he
gasped for air and let out a quiet sob.
"What is it? What's the matter?" I asked, trying to comfort him, but as
soon as he realized I knew he was crying, he cried even harder, pushng
his face into the cusion. 
"I...I love you Michael." He said, and he cried even more, still trying
to hold back the tears as best he could.
"You don't mean that Jamie..."
"Yes I do! Why do you keep telling me what I mean and what I want. I
know what I feel."
"Please, can't we just...watch the movie?" I said, feeling his body melt
in my arms. If only I could bring myself to do it, if only I could be
everything he wanted me to be. My God, I was hurting him and I didn't
know how to stop it and make it all better.
"Why do you hate me so much? I can't help it okay! I don't want to be
away from you, I want you to love me too."
Jamie turned around on the couch and cried into my chest, hugging me
tightly and bringing out emotions in me that I didn't even know were
there. "Jamie it's just not right."
"Says who?"
"The law, that's who. The community, that's who. The state..."
"I don't know any of them and I don't love any of them. I love you. Oh
God Michael why can't you just belive me?" I hugged Jamie tighter and
whispered in his ear, trying to calm him down, trying to make him stop
talking before he started making sense.
We laid like that for over 20 minutes, while his tears stoped and I sat
smoothing his soft blond hair with my hand. Then he pushed into me
again, lightly, but I definitely felt it. His dick was hard and I felt
it slide in and out of my crotch, rubbing me with the most delicious
sexual friction. I hugged him tight and brouht him into my chest, hoping
that he could release a little bit of tension and leave it alone. But
after a few of his gentle pushes ad quiet moans, it got to me. It
started feeling so good, so beautiful, and I wanted him more than
anything in the world. Was it worth it? Was being outcasted, imprisoned,
and the ultimate fire and brimstone worth this forbidden love? For the
first time, my heart said yes, and I felt myself getting aroused to
heights that I've never known. 
Jamie was grinding into me harder now, and he knew that I was letting
him do it. I felt his erection pushing into me again and again, and all
I could do was hold him closer, hoping that something would happen and
I'd come to my senses. Then I found myself placing small angel kisses on
the top of his head, then his face, and then back to his head. My lust
was getting out of control, and I didn't know if I'd be able to stop. I
started to talk some sense into him, but the second I said his name, he
put his hand up to stop me, "Shhhhhhh."
Then, he tilted his head slightly, and kissed me on the lips. It was the
most powerful kiss I had ever experienced, one that made my head spin
and my toes curl. It was even better than my first time. It released a
lot of my doubt, and I fell deep in love with this boy, this young boy
who had stolen my heart and made it his own. After trying to remember if
the front door was locked, the back door, the windows drawn and locked,
I realized that Jamie and I were alone down here. And my love for him
came to the surface for the first time, and his age didn't matter to me
at all. It was his mind, his youth, his humor, his charm, his bright
eyed love of life that attracted me to him. Something deep inside him
that made me want to be with him, that made me want to love him in every
possible way. I had completely lost my mind, but insanity never felt so
good. As we kissed, I began to return his gentle touches and rubs and I
felt the excitement rise in him. It was as though he was saying to
himself "He likes me! He really likes me!" And I could feel it as his
body quaked and trembled against me. Our kissing became more passionate,
and I felt his tongue experimentally push it's way into my mouth. This
time I accepted it, and as soon as he saw that it was okay, he relaxed
and let his teen libido take control. I let myself go and actually enjoy
this, moving my hand down his back and then letting it rest on his tight
young bottom. It was almost enough to make me cum right then and there.
I gave his firm buns a gentle squeeze and he moaned into my mouth, his
desires being fulfilled at last. His tongue went wild in my mouth and
his sweats were forming a wet spot in the front. He was so turned on by
the whole thing, gyrating and moving with every emotion he had, he was
never still. His hands moved down to my hard cock and a bolt of
electricity shot through me the second he touched it. I had gone too far
to turn back now, and I just let him feel it, his hand exploring all of
my seven inches through my pants. He was rubbing so hard, so fast,
desperate to get inside and hold the warm meat in his hands. He broke
the kiss and looked down so he could unbutton my pants and release my
aching cock from its confines. He fumbled a bit with the zipper and I
was forced to kiss at his soft neck as he reached inside. It felt soooo
good. His soft neck was frictionless, with the thinnest layer of downy
peach fuzz on it. I could have licked and sucked at the tender flesh all
day. His hand pulled out my dick and held it in his gentle grip, his
fingers wrapping around it lovingly. He treated it as though it were the
most fragile and precious object in the world, and I was just sooo
close, so ready to cum.
Jamie got up and got down on the floor where we'd have more room. He
pulled his sweats and underwear off in one smooth motion and his
beautiful teen cock stuck out proudly in front of him, six inches pulsing
in time with his heartbeat. I looked down at my young lover as I
undressed, his eyes watching my every motion, and I knew at that moment
that I had never loved anyone more than this boy who laid before me,
ready to share and experience his first virgin experience with me. I
looked athis stiff penis, juicy and ready, a little tuft of silken pubic
hairs at the base just beginning to grow out. He had such a look of lust
on his face, a look that even my old boyfriends atmy age could produce.
It was a look that only a horny teenager could give, those bright blue
eyes ablaze with passion and love. I lowered myself to the floor and
began kissing his chest, completely smooth except for two tiny buds for
his nipples. His dime sized, brown nips were hard and erect, begging to
be licked an nibbled. I obliged, then began moving down even lower. The
closer I came to his boyhood, the more nervous I became, knowing well
that it would be the end of our once innocent relationship. But the
teasing had gone too far, the temptation had become too much, and now I
was lost in his love. I kissed the soft hairs just above his cock, and
then licked lovingly around the base. Jamie shivered and gasped as my
tongue left a wet trail around his shaft. I stayed near the base,
knowing that the second I went to the tip and tasted the dollop of
precum at the top, I'd be forced to take it all the way in and I
wouldn't stop until he graced me with his teen cum. I licked down to his
balls, and omigod they were so soft. I had never tasted skin so silky
and smooth, a sack so warm and loose, his nuggets were spongy and
delicious and clean. I felt my heart pump harder as I experienced the
smooth warmth of Jamie's testicles, then I licked the insides of his
thighs until he silently begged me to stop. He was so anxious for me to
go further, to take him in and put an end to this torture. I was so
nervous, afterall, this was basically a virgin experience for me too.
But I couldn't wait any longer and finally moved up between his legs,
positioning myself to give Jamie the blowjob of a lifetime. I absorbed
his six inches into my mouth and he lifted his hips off of the floor,
shoving it deep into my mouth. It allowed me to reach under him and grab
two handfuls of his soft round ass, his ripened cheeks still firm and
tight. I look up to see his head thrown back in a lustful arc, his eyes
closed as he reveled in my mouth's pleasures. He tasted so good to me,
so full of flavor and young lust. I really got into it and he began
humping up into my face as I bobbed rhythmically on his swollen member.
He was whimpering loudly, his voice reverting back to that puppy dog kid
who first threw that baseball through my front window. Jamie's legs were
kicking wildly and his hands were on the back of my head, guiding
himself deeper and deeper into my hot mouth. His thighs clenched around
my head and his hips were grinding out of control, I knew he was just
about over the edge. His ass was moving back and forth as his whimpers
got louder and more frequent, each one higher in pitch than the last.
But I held him steady, gripping his round globes tightly as he squirmed
beneath me. Then, with a cry of teen passion, Jamie erupted into my
mouth with spurt after spurt of sugar sweet cum, the sweetest I had ever
tasted. It was like candy. I swallowed every drop and nursed at his
softening cock until it was completely clean.
We laid there breathlessly for a few minutes before I got up and sat on
the couch. I was so hot that I just started stroking myself furiously,
trying to release this built up tension that was shooting through my
body. But Jamie got up and took my cock in his hands and stopped me.
"Jamie, what are you doing?"
"Let me do it."
"Dude, you don't have to do this."
"Just shut up and relax." He said, pushing my hands away and taking my
cock into his mouth. I couldn't believe this was happeneing. His mouth
was so hot, hotter than anything I've ever felt before. His lips were so
soft and wet, and I shuddered when I felt my cock head hit the tender
roof of his young mouth. I was in heaven. I ran my fingers through his
soft blond hair and looked down at him as he bobbed up and down on my
shaft, taking a little more than half of it, but seemingly getting in
more and more with every down stroke. My mind stayed focusd on my teen
dreamlover as he brought me to the very edge in a matter of seconds. He
kept moving, trying to get a better angle so that he could get all of my
cock into his tight little mouth, his hands massaging my thighs and
brushing against my testicles. His hair was so soft, his mouth so wet,
his ass so ripe, his face so flawless and perfect, and the very thought
of him pleasing me the best way he knew how brought me to an explosive
climax that rattled my body violently. I didn't want to hold the back of
his head while I was cumming, so I tried to just let him take as much as
he could. But I didn't know what to do with my hands as I spasmed and
twitched, shooting hard into his mouth. I moved my hands to grip the
cushions of the couch, then to his shoulders, then to his head, then
back to his shoulders, then back to the cusions. I couldn't hold still,
all of my self control was gone. But Jamie just suckled at my sensitive
cock like a baby calf, swallowing every drop that I had to give him. I
hadn't even stopped twitching when he crawled up into my lap and began
kissing me again. I've been in love before, but never this bad.
Jamie and I spent the rest of the night watching tv, we never got
dressed again, and I was just happy being able to express my love for
him. It seemed like he was hard and ready every fifteen minutes, coaxing
me into another little game until I was too exhausted to stay awake
anymore, and even then I would wake up in the middle of the night to
find him sucking at me lovingly under the covers. I hadn't cum that many
times since I was his age. It was hard for me to get used to, even
harder for me to admit, but eventually I came to the realization that
Jamie and I were happy. We were in love and that was all that mattered.
He still makes me laugh, still makes me feel special and loved and
wanted, and I do the same for him. But now we had so much more, and
everyday I thank the stars for bringing him into my life. Maybe that
baseball was fate's way of bringing us together. Either way, we had the
rest of our lives to explore our feelings and grow even closer. If
that's even possible.
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Okay, there we go. I hope you guys liked it. If you have any feedback at
all, I'd be happy to hear it at comicality@webtv.net This is my first
intergenerational story, so I hope it wasn't too far outside of the
usual Comicality format, hehehe.