Date: Tue, 20 Feb 2001 21:07:42 -0800 (PST)
From: bardiel13@yahoo.com
Subject: steven and the turners 33

This story contains descriptions of sexual acts between young men.
Although the characters are young teenagers, It doesn't mean the author
endorses or approves sexual liaisons between underage teens or young men.
The following story is just a fantasy. None of this stories are based on
any fact known to the author. If you are not of legal age to read this,
you should leave now. If you do not like stories about homosexual sex and
relationships, you should leave now. If you are of legal age and like
this kind of stories, then keep reading and feel free to send feedback.
bardiel13@yahoo.com

Important: The story doesn't take place in the US, so don't be surprised
by different seasons and such. The story is copyright 2000 by "Bardiel".
If you copy the story, please leave the credits, and the email address:
bardiel13@yahoo.com Keep in mind this is my first attempt.

Foreword: Let me start by apologizing to all of you out there for the
amount of time it's taken me to post this chapter. I spent December and
most of January at St. Clem's, and I could only answer mails from a
local computer. It's incredibly hot over here, the worst summer in
history, with temperatures of almost 130F (47C). I couldn't spend the
summer here in the city, so I had to leave. By the time I got back, I had
lost my internet connection. It was out for a whole week and you can't
imagine how pissed of I was. When it returned, it did only for a couple
of days. With their phone assistance, I was able to utterly destroy my
computer. I lost all e-mails, ICQ contacts, Yahoo contacts, some music
and many work related files. Sorry to all those people I couldn't
contact or reply to. This chapter was supposed to be posted yesterday,
but once again, my connection failed. One of my friends has this theory
about how they are doing this to me on purpose for the 25 complaints I
have filed. Anyway, I'm glad to be back, and not wanting to keep you
reading this (which I know is not the reason why you opened this file)
I'll make it brief (too late, huh?). I'm looking forward to Starting
Martin's own series, and that means this one will stop for a while. A
while meaning two months or so. Then, I will try to go back to a monthly
schedule since I go back to college in April. The next chapter will be up
around next week, so don't fret. Let me finish by thanking a few very
special people: Verpa, Phil and Travel, you are the greatest. My deepest
thanks to you. This chapter goes to you.


Chapter 33: Never had a chance.

I could feel it. I tried to resist it. Tried to go back, but it was too
late. I was waking up. I was just at that point when you are not fully
awake and you try to will yourself back to sleep. It never works for me.
Memories from the night before start pouring back. What an amazing night,
truly magical. First night together in what we called our home, even if
it wasn't actually our home. But close enough; even better than I had
ever hoped for. As my senses start coming back to me, I could feel him
beside me. His leg is crossed over mine, his head on my chest, just below
my shoulder. I could smell his hair as I moved my head, feeling it gently
caressing my chin. He exuded that wonderful fragrance that was so his; a
fragrance I could easily detect and have grown so used to.

So many tings had changed over the last year, so many things I had grown
used to. Like our sleeping positions. I used to sleep on my left side,
somewhat curled, now I sleep on my back. Probably because of the lack of
space my single bed provided. The feeling of having him so close is so
comforting every time I go to bed, and wake up in the morning.

I used to stay awake all night and daydream (or maybe nightdream in my
case) about all the wonderful things I hoped I would get someday. I don't
do that anymore, or at least not as frequently. I have gotten all sort of
wonderful things I never imagined I would. So many things I never
imagined. Leaving on my own, for example. Being on my own, feeling free
and having people to share it with.

I never imagined either that I would be waking up next to a fifteen year
old. Never imagined I would finally be in a relationship with another
guy. Never imagined that I would feel so happy, so in love, that
everything would be so great. Never imagined that I would start looking
at the bright side of things.

So many things have changed since those days when I promised myself
everyday that I would never go through all that pain again. That I would
never fall in love again, that I would never let anyone close again. And
it just happened.

I never had a chance, not since that morning when he came back from
walking the dog just as I was leaving. Can't even explain what happened
that day, but it did happen, whatever it was. Suddenly Sean was not the
same Sean I had seen a couple of months before. All of a sudden, I just
couldn't stop thinking about him. It's true I had my eyes set on his
brother, too, but little by little, it became bigger. Stronger than just
a crush, as I had for his brother. His name would pop out of my mouth in
the middle of a conversation. I remember even asking my sister for "the
Sean" instead of the salt. In bed at night, I spent a lot of time
fantasizing about what it would be like to kiss him. How it would feel
like. And then, he did it, he kissed me. Everything changed that day
almost a year before.

So many things happened over that last year. There were some hard times,
but most of all, we had each other. Everything else didn't matter. Every
thing we did together, every time I got to kiss him, is burnt in my mind
forever. It's those memories I treasure the most; the memories of our
love for each other.

Ever since that morning, we belong to each other.

As I opened my eyes, I tried to focus them on his face, but he was facing
downwards. I pushed him a little away in order to enjoy one of my
favorite morning hobbies. I really love watching him sleep, and as I do
it, I can see how I never had a chance. I can picture the way he bites
his lower lip when he's doing something difficult or he's deep in
thought. I can see the way he smiles so mischievously, making you think
he's up to something. Most of the times he is, a few others he just likes
to have fun. I can see very clearly the way he looks at you when you are
talking to him about something important. But what I can see the most, is
that smile. That smile that blurs the world around me, that makes
everything else completely unimportant. That smile which means the world
to me, 'cause it's a smile that shows you how happy he is and lets you
share it with him.

He's become the most important person in the whole world to me. The
source of my happiness. But it is knowing how much I make him happy that
makes me feel so good. And he loves me back just as much as I love him.
He would probably say he loves me more, forcing me to try to top him over
and over again. I want to spend the rest of my life with him, no matter
what. I'm not sure what things we'll be able to do about it, meaning
ceremonies and stuff like that, but as long as we are together, I don't
really care.

Indeed, it had been a wonderful year. Take Mike for example: we connected
right from the very beginning, although we did have a few uncomfortable
moments. But it really worked out, he's probably my best friend. We've
become roommates, and life would be getting a lot more interesting.
Although there are subjects we never discuss, like sex with Sean, I know
I can trust him.

Then, there's Jay. What can I say about him? We are very close, in a
special way. I can't really put my finger on it, but we do have something
special. Well, all of us have. The four of us, I mean. They've become the
closest people to me. It's not like any of us ditched our respective
friends, but we do spend a lot of time just around each other. Our little
group with a secret. But I really don't want to go into that part of our
life now. I prefer to watch Sean sleep (although I can't help my mind
from wandering on its own every now and then).

He looks so peaceful. His chest slowly rising and falling. His silky hair
falling loosely over his forehead. I moved my hand to touch his face,
trying to enjoy the softness of his skin. I envy the fact that he'll
never need to shave regularly. I only need to shave every other day, but
I do hate it. His lips are so soft and full, I barely caress them with
the tip of my finger. I don't care if he doesn't like it, but he IS
cute. Cute and sexy.

I could also feel the hardness against my leg. I was sure he was about to
wake up. I was glad for that, too, since I really needed to kiss him
right then. I started tracing my finger over his shoulder, hoping to
accelerate his awakening. In a matter of seconds, I could feel him stir,
and soon his leg disentangled itself from mine. He rolled onto his back,
a fact which I knew meant he was awake. Even if he kept his eyes closed,
I knew he was.

I propped myself on my elbow and moved my face closer to his. I softly
brushed his lips with mine, and felt him respond. After a few soft
kisses, I became more insistent with my tongue against his lips. He let
me in, and soon I was kissing him deeply. I just needed to, you know? I
just had the urge to kiss him, trying to show him, first thing in the
morning, how I was feeling. Trying to drink from his soul at the same
time he did from mine. Does that sound too weird? Maybe. But feelings
aren't supposed to make sense.

We continued to kiss for a couple of minutes, until I broke the kiss.

"Morning, babe. How did you sleep?" I asked.

"Morning." He answered groggily, "That was nice" He turned to look at me
with eyes not completely open.

"I'm glad you liked it. How you feeling?"

"Just great. Last night was amazing." He said as he kissed me on the
cheek.

"It sure was. Sleep well?"

"Yeah, great. You?"

"Yeah, only... there's a lot of space on that side of the bed, you
know?" I teased.

"Who cares, I like it here just fine"

"In that case, maybe we should change sides. I don't have a problem with
that."

"It's too early for smart-ass comments. I'll get you for that later."
He yawned.

"Still not fully awake?"

"Just enjoying myself. This feels nice."

"I wonder if there's something I could do for you to make you more
comfortable..." I started sliding my hand up his leg. As my fingers
brushed against his balls, I could tell he was still hard.

"Feeling frisky, are we?"

""Mmhhh" I replied as I kissed his shoulder.

"Sorry to bust your bubble... bathroom calling" He was getting up as he
said it. "How about you join me in five for a hot shower?"

""Hot" meaning...?"

"You'll have to wait and see"

"I guess I'll just have to. Five minutes ok?"

"Yep." He kissed me on the lips before getting up. "Can I borrow a
shirt?"

"Do you have to ask?"

"Thanks. You know, this was starting to feel kinda nice. You think we
could stay like this all day?"

"I'd love to. At least until the evening. That ok?"

"Great. See you in five."

He finished putting on the T-shirt he borrowed and then bent over to pull
up his boxers. He was absolutely right: I was feeling frisky. And the
look of his butt as the boxers slid over it was not helping me. Not that
I wanted to. He left for the bathroom and I was left with my problem at
hand. Literally. I stroked my lengthening cock a couple of times before
trying to get up and get dressed. Dressed to go take a shower might sound
ridiculous, but it was something Mike and I had agreed on. Not that
anything would happen, but walking around the place semi nude around the
others could eventually lead to problems. I sat on the bed for a couple
of minutes until I heard the shower start. Any considerations about the
dress-code around the flat quickly melted away.

He was already in the shower when I came in. I took of my T-shirt and
picked up my toothbrush.

"What're you doing?" He asked.

"Buhshin mah teehh"

"Huh?"

"Brushn' mah teehh"

"Didn't your mom tell you not to speak with your mouth full?" He teased.

"Nope, must have forgotten" I answered after finishing. I removed my
boxers and poked my head behind the shower curtain. "Got room for me?
`Cause I can come back later!"

"Get in, will you?" And then he smiled that smile again.

"You say that like I have a choice!" I said as I got in the shower with
him. "We got a lot more room here, bigger than usual"

"Any ideas?"

"Let me see what I can come up with! Hand me the soap?"

I started soaping his back and shoulders with some pressure, but
painfully slow. Like some kind of massage, but you can't really call
that when you're just enjoying yourself. I lathered his back thoroughly
before applying more soap to my hands. I slid them under his arms and
pulled him closer to me. I then rubbed his chest all over, paying special
attention to his nipples. His head shot backwards, over my shoulder, and
he moaned softly. My lips found his neck and I started kissing him there.

"I knew there was a reason for the absence of soap there" He said.

"You know me"

"I sure do"

"Have I told you how much I love you?"

"You've mentioned it" He said nonchalantly. "Feels good. Don't stop"
That was the reply to my hand starting to pump his erect cock.

"Wasn't planning to."

I continued to jerk him off, enjoying the pleasure of watching his whole
body reacting to my ministrations. The way his breath was coming quicker.
His soft moans of pleasure, urging me on without needing to form a
coherent word. His butt and lower back were pressed against my cock, and
the rhythm of his hips was enough to arouse me, even if it didn't bring
me close to my release.

His arm left arm searched for the back of my neck, and due to the
position, it didn't truly land there, but I got his meaning. He wanted
me to kiss him. It was a sloppy kiss, half sideways, but great
nonetheless. It was all about feeling him, and him feeling me. Getting
reconnected, I guess. Being able to feel us... I don't even have words
for it. Just that it felt right to do so.

I was mesmerized by the look of total ecstasy in his face, his eyes
closed, his lips slightly parted. The look of his whole front beneath my
hands was extremely arousing. Couldn't stop looking at his cock in my
hand. The way the foreskin moved over the head. My cock was so hard
against him, and feeling my own need for release, I started pumping
faster.

I could tell he was close by the way he started grunting. Nothing loud,
but a sure sign. My cock lost contact with his skin the second before he
came. He arched his back and held his breath, followed by the first blast
of his cum. After that first jet, he just melted against me, as a few
other jets continued to erupt. Something you can never call Sean when it
comes to sex is shy. He knows what he wants, and he goes for it. In just
a few seconds, he had turned around and he was kissing me hard. A
desperate set of kisses, since he hadn't even regained his breath.
Slowly, his lips left mine and started making their way to my neck. Then,
I felt his hand on my cock, jerking me off like there was no tomorrow. He
did it then. He started sucking on my neck with great force and passion.
He was giving me a hickey. "He sure knows me" I thought. I shot my load
right then. I had been ready since I woke up, and it felt so much better
with his lips on my neck.

Once I stopped shuddering from the intense orgasm he had given me, he
returned to kissing me. With the edge gone, it was less desperate and
intense, but great all the same. He washed my back as I had done his, and
as much as I wanted to stay there, the water was starting to become
colder. I washed my hair last, and by the tame I got out, he was waiting
for me with a towel in his hand. He dried me all over, sometimes even
kissing the spot he had just dried. I was loving it and I told him so.

"I really like it when you kiss me like that" I said feeling mellow all
over.

"I like kissing you this way."

"And I like kissing you even more"

"And I like how you never miss the chance to do it." And he locked eyes
with me the moment he said. Like I needed any coaxing.

I moved my lips closer to his, but I tried not to close my eyes. It was
no use, since both of us closed them the moment our lips touched. It was
the most tender kiss I had ever felt. And then there was another just
like it. Just our lips, no tongue, at list at first. There was a series
of slow, tender kisses before there was any tongue involved. And even
when that happened, it felt very relaxed and sweet.

When our lips finally parted and I reopened my eyes, it felt like an
eternity had passed. We just stood there looking into each others eyes
without moving a muscle. I even felt like I had been holding my breath
for a long time.

"Wow!" And he said it so low that I almost didn't hear it.

"Amazing" Was all I could think.

Without any need for words, we finished putting our clothes back on,
combing our hair and exited the bathroom. We were holding hands and I
honestly can't tell you since when. That's when I saw them. Sitting on
the table.

"Shhhh!" I told Sean. "Look" And I signaled in their direction.

"What?" He whispered.

"Look closer!" I whispered back.

"Ooh!" He saw it just like I had.

The perfect picture of two people in love. Oblivious to the rest of the
world. They didn't even notice us. They were just looking at each other
with that far off, dreamy look. A look I know real well. The same look I
know I have when I just watch him, whatever he's doing.

"Let's go" I told Sean.

We closed the door behind us, and cuddled against each other on the bed.
One of the most awesome feelings in the world for me is to be just like
that with him. To feel him close to me.

"They seemed happy." He said.

"I bet they are."

"I wonder what changed. Never saw them like that before"

"You never know. And sometimes you don't even realize it when it's
happening to you."

"I knew it. Just as I know it know" Saying I smiled at that would be a
lie. I beamed. I became fluorescent. I kissed him.

"You're amazing. And I love you with all my heart." I told him.

"Just as much as I love you with mine"

Once again, reality crumbled around me. The rest of the world faded away,
and everything else became unimportant. It was just us in the whole
universe.

Ever since the day we met, we never had a chance.

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Ok, Hope you liked this chapter. If you feel the slightest guilt about
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