Date: Tue, 29 Feb 2000 13:07:30 -0800 (PST)
From: bardiel13@yahoo.com
Subject: steven and the turners 6

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".
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Chapter6: Enemy.

Before I knew it, a month had gone by. Mike never mentioned anything
about that night. He acted as if everything was O.K; but I knew better. I
was feeling uncomfortable with this situation, because even if he was
acting as his usual self, I knew it was a matter of time before he
brought the subject up. That was something I wasn't looking forward to,
but I had my mind on other things. Sean had made plans for the weekend.
He wanted to do something special, so I invited him to spend the night at
my house. He was thrilled with the idea and he had kissed me right there
in the middle of his living room. That was something we had both agreed
to avoid but sometimes we couldn't. We used to kiss briefly whenever we
had the chance. His brothers were always there, playing some computer
game or another, but sometimes we just had to do it.

My feelings for Sean had grown, too. I loved him so much.

Sean had told his parents he was going to spend the night at Jay's. Jay
was leaving for the weekend, so it was the perfect opportunity to spend
our first night together. On Friday, I was studying with Martin, and Sean
kept on coming in and out of the living room. He smiled at me every time
I looked at him. The next time he came in he stood behind Martin and
started to rub his cock through his pants. He was teasing me, and it was
working. My cock got rock hard in no time. I couldn't take my eyes away
from his little show, when suddenly Martin shook my arm.

"Tell him to leave, I can't concentrate if he keeps showing up!" Martin
complained.

"Ok, Sean. You know you shouldn't be here."

"Sorry, I was just looking for something. I'll go to the kitchen to grab
something to eat. I'm really hungry" he winked at me and rubbed his cock
one more time. My cock was hurting and I couldn't wait to be alone with
him. He left right after that and we were alone again. It was Johnny's
turn but Martin didn't leave the room. He lay down on the couch an he
kept staring at us. He wasn't making any noise, and that was strange. I'm
talking about a boy who lived for making noise and bothering his
brothers. When I turned around I saw he had his hands inside his shorts
and that he was most certainly playing with his cock. I couldn't believe
my eyes! He was looking at me while he played with himself. I could not
take my eyes from him, and he didn't seem to have a problem with it. He
kept on doing it in front of me. I forced myself to look away, but I
couldn't get the picture out of my mind. I knew he was watching me right
then, and I didn't know what to do. I had decided to ignore the fact that
he used to rub and kiss my arm every time he felt like it. He never made
any comments about it, and I chose to do the same. I didn't know what to
say or if I should. He had obviously discovered masturbation and he
probably did it all the time. The problem was he was looking at me! Was
he fantasizing about me? I felt guilty, but I also felt aroused. Why was
this happening to me? What could I say? I decided to ignore it. Anything
I said could be taken the wrong way. It was probably just a phase, wasn't
it? I could really hurt him if I said anything. But he was looking at me,
and I'm sure he saw me looking.

I had to get my mind clear. This thirteen year old boy was freaking me
out. I finished with Johnny as fast as I could. I had to leave before I
did or said anything stupid. When I was about to leave, Martin was
supposed to walk me to the door, but he said he had to the bathroom real
bad, and he left me alone. I went to look for Sean. He was in the kitchen
having a glass of coke with Mike.

"Hi, Mike. Could anyone open the door for me?"

"Leaving so soon?"

"Yes, I've just finished with your brothers. I should get going." I
wanted to get out of there before my mind exploded.

"I'm leaving for Jay's" Sean commented. "I'll walk you to the bus stop."

"You can both take the same bus, don't you?" Mike asked. "Jay lives only
a few blocks from your house, doesn't he?" he asked me.

"Yes, he does."

"Oh, please, take care of my brother, sir, he's so stupid he could even
get lost on the bus. Make sure he gets off on the right stop" he said,
half joking, half cynically.

"Ok, stop that right now. I don't want you to start fighting!" I was in
no mood for their little fights.

"Come on, let's go, before "stupid" here drops his coke on you." Sean
said.

We left together. I was expecting he would come a little later, giving me
some time to sort out the events of the day. But I had to leave my
problems aside for now. This night was supposed to be special. I just
wanted to make him happy. Besides it was something I couldn't tell him.
Can you imagine: "Hey, Sean! Your brother jacked off today, while he was
looking at me.!". Not the kind of topic to discuss while having dinner. I
knew we could talk about anything, we always did. We used to talk on the
phone for hours, every night. He had asked his father for his own line,
and his father agreed with him. It was supposed to be used for an
internet connection, but since they had only one computer, it was decided
it would stay in the living room.

We both enjoyed the trip. We were alone together. The whole world was
very far away. It was a nice start. The instant we walked in we fell into
each others arms. Our kisses were strong and passionate. We couldn't get
enough of each other.

He started to kiss and lick all over my neck, which he knew turned me on
immensely.

"Slow down, babe! We have the whole evening ahead of us!"

"It's just that I've been waiting for this all week!"

"Me too, but there's no rush. Besides, you're not going to get it that
easy after that show you put on!"

"I thought you liked it!" he said completely amused. "You just thank I
didn't bend over and wiggled my butt."

"Oh, that would have been cruel. You know I would have had to touch it!"
he knew I loved his luscious bubble butt.

"You can touch it any time you want!" he was teasing me again by pressing
his butt against my crotch.

"Ok, here we go again! Let's just relax for a little and watch some TV,
how does it sound? Then we can have dinner, and then I'm all yours!"

"Great, it's not as entertaining as what I had in mind but it's nice."

We both sat on the couch. I positioned myself in one corner and he sat
between my legs and rested his head on my shoulder. His body felt great
against mine. I put my arm around his waist and planted little kisses on
his hair once in a while. He smelled great. It was great to be around
him. No pressures, no rush. We were together, watching TV, no care in the
world.

"This feels so right" I whispered in his ear. He looked up a little and
smiled.

"I love to be with you like this. Together. Just enjoying each others
company." I said.

"It feels great." he whispered back, kissing me softly on the cheek. "Can
I ask you something?"

"Go ahead, what is it?"

"What do you think about me?"

"What do you mean?" I didn't quite get what this was.

"I want to know what you think of me. I love you so deeply, I can barely
stand it when we are apart. I know it hasn't been long, but I care for
you and I want to be with you all the time. I'm always thinking about
you, and it's hard to be together at home without being able to hold you
close to me. I just want you to know that I love you and I don't know
what I'd do without you."

His words meant the world to me. I had waited all my life to hear them. I
knew right then, that I wanted to be with him all the time, every hour of
every day for the rest of my life.

"You mean the world to me. Don't you ever doubt that I love you more than
life itself. I've waited all my life for someone like you, and now that I
have you I'll never let you go. You are the sweetest, smartest, sexiest
boy I've ever met. Just thinking about you makes me smile, no matter the
situation. If something ever happened to you, I would cease to exist.

I blurted out every word as it came from my heart. It's always tough to
put your feelings in words. I wanted to make sure he understood how much
he meant to me.

"I love you, Steven Baker!"

"I love you more, Sean Turner!"

He turned around and he kissed me. It was not just a simple kiss. It was
a way to demonstrate our feelings. It was a way of sharing our life force
even for a second. We stayed in the couch for a while, just holding
hands, just being "us".

I made some pasta for dinner, and we both ate quietly. We were watching
each other. Trying to absorb every detail of the other. We smiled every
time our eyes met.

After dinner we sat into the couch for a while, watching Mtv. He had his
head on my lap and I was watching his chest going up and down as he
breathed. I rested my hand on it, feeling it go up and down with every
breath. He looked so calm and relaxed. I started to move my hands softly
up and down his chest. I stopped on his right peck and started kneading
it. He gave a little moan, barely audible. He sat down without a word and
took his shirt off. He laid his back against the couch and closed his
eyes. I lowered my mouth to his face and kissed him softly on the lips,
then I kissed my way to his neck. I started nibbling on it. I got really
into it and gave him a huge hickey. He was making different kinds of
whimpering sounds but he seemed to be really into it.

I moved to his left nipple and started licking it at first, then softly
nipping and nibbling on it. I had discovered that this made him really
hot. He loved having his nipples sucked on, and he started meaning louder
with every little bite. I lowered myself and played with his navel using
my tongue, licking the soft trail of hair that went down to his cock. I
wanted it bad. I used my hand to unbutton his pants, and he immediately
lifted his butt from the couch to help me remove them. I took them off
along with his boxers. His cock was standing in all its glory, licking
precum copiously. I licked his balls once, then another time, and I took
one in to my mouth. His balls where hairless and smooth and they felt
great against my tongue. I licked my way up the shaft and back again
before getting to the sensitive head. I repeated it a couple of times,
inhaling the odor of his manhood. His smell was so arousing. I stopped to
take of my clothes. He opened his eyes but he made no effort to move. I
took my shirt of and he stared at my chest. I stood up and unfastened my
belt and unbuttoned my jeans. I started rubbing my hard cock through my
pants, just like he had done that afternoon. I slowly took my jeans off
and threw them on the floor beside his. My boxers soon followed and we
were both naked.

"Come here" he said.

He extended his arm and held it up. He took my hand and lowered me enough
to kiss me. He kissed me hard. It felt like he wanted to drain me from
everything I had. I lowered myself again and licked a drop of precum and
kissed him again, sharing his fluid with him. I broke the kiss again and
went to work at his cock. I licked the head a few times before I took him
in my mouth. By now, I could take his six inches all the way down my
throat. I licked and sucked and let him fuck my face, completely lost in
the feelings we were sharing.

He lowered himself a little and spread his legs. I went for his whole
right away. Licking it, and stabbing it with my tongue. I really enjoyed
doing it to him knowing how much he liked it. I inserted my finger and
pressed it against his prostate. I took his hard cock inside my mouth
again, because I knew he would come any second. Two more seconds, and he
came in my mouth. I swallowed some of it and then I kissed him. He kissed
me back, enjoying the taste of his own cum in my mouth.

"Lay down" he said.

I did what he told me. He started licking my cock all over, making it
slippery with his saliva. He positioned himself over me and pointed my
cock at his hole.

"Are you sure you want to do that?" I was a little concerned.

"Shh. Let me do this." he answered back.

He lowered himself a little at a time. I could feel the heat of
enveloping the head of my dick. He stopped for a while, adjusting to the
feelings inside him, and then he resumed his descending movements. When I
was all over him I gasped loudly.

"I'm ready, he said. Just go slowly" he pleaded.

I started going in and out very slowly, increasing my thrusts every time
he told me. It didn't take long, and I came inside him after only a
couple of minutes. He collapsed on me, and I could feel his cock against
my chest. We stayed there for a while, catching back our breaths. We
moved to my bed and we got ready for sleep. We were both quite tired. He
snuggled close to me, and I fell asleep holding him close to me. Naked
skin, against naked skin. I was in heaven.

Jay was pissed off. His weekend at the country had been ruined by an
urgent call his father received from work. He hated cell phones. He could
have been there already, but they had to come back. Since he didn't have
anything better to do, he decided to call Sean and make plans for the
night. Sean was his best pal, they had gotten closer over the last year.
Jay had a huge crush on Sean. He had felt like that for a long time, but
all his hopes were crushed a little while ago. He never dared to tell
Sean what he felt, and now it was too late. He had heard him and his
tutor, Steven, talking while he was coming down the stairs in Sean's
house. He didn't know what it was all about until Sean came to his house
that Friday. He had this huge smile on his face and he seemed to be
somewhere else the entire time. The next day, when they bumped into Mike
and Steven at the cinema, he kept a close look at the two of them. He saw
how they looked at each other, and how they rubbed their legs during the
movie. He hated Steven and he hated himself. If only he had said anything
sooner. But now he had lost.

He wasn't sure exactly how far things went between those two, but he was
determined to find out. He had to do something. He couldn't be alone. He
needed someone. He dialed the number, hoping to spend some time with
Sean. Whatever opportunity he had to be with him, he would take it.

"Hi, can I speak to Sean?"