Date: Mon, 9 Feb 2009 16:58:06 -0800 (PST)
From: Eddie <ryooki_chan@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jeremiah Serves pt.1

Warning this story contains sexual contact between to under-aged males.

Jeremiah Serves by: Eron

On the edge of a small town, in an overgrown field, stood an old metal
shed. The shed had been the "secret place" of many in it's long years and
it's walls were pock-marked and charred from rough use. On the side nearest
the woods, and in the afternoon shade, stood two boys.

One boy had dark skin and an easy smile- his name was Fahd. The other boy,
whose skin was as fair as milk, was named Jeremiah. They'd been friends
since the third grade when Fahd's family had moved to the town from India.
They'd taken over the shed as theirs just one year prior when Jeremiah's
older brother and his friends had abandoned it.

Both boys were dissatisfied with country living in their small town. Both
boys were outcasts and both boys had problems with their fathers. They
stood in silence, the dark skinned one smoking a stolen cigarette, and
waited to see who would broach the subject first. After several uneasy
minutes it was Jeremiah who spoke- simply because he did not have a
cigarette to keep him silent.

"Can we... Can I try that again?"

Fahd looked over at his friend, who was only slightly younger than himself,
and did his best to look cool. "You want to do that again?"

"You liked it, right?" He couldn't keep the edge of desperation out of his
voice. Sometimes, Jeremiah felt the age gap between them like an ache deep
down inside of him. It didn't use to be that way. It didn't matter that he
was only 14 months younger than Fahd. It didn't matter that he too would be
going to high school that fall. All that mattered was that Fahd was an
adult now. He'd turned fifteen and had his "coming of age" party. He was
different now.

Fahd tossed the cigarette to the ground and stomped it out. "Yea, I did."

That was all the yes Jeremiah needed. He looked around nervously, took off
his shirt, and then dropped to his knees. His hands were shaking as he put
them, wrist over wrist, behind his back. He kept his eyes down but he could
hear Fahd removing his belt. The dry rasping sound made Jeremiah's heart
beat faster.

Fahd wrapped the belt securely around Jeremiah's wrists. He paused, unsure,
and then took out his handkerchief and blindfolded his best friend. He
drank in the sight with a shaky sigh. Jeremiah was gorgeous. His hair fell
in short brown waves and his chest, pale and smooth as silk, was heaving.
He and Fahd were both already hard as steel.

Jeremiah was breathing in bursts through his nose. He hadn't been
blindfolded the last time but he didn't dare protest. He wanted this too
badly. He heard the low metallic sound of a zipper and his breath caught in
his throat.

Fahd hadn't even unbuttoned his trousers. He simply pulled his cock out of
the opening in his y-fronts and pressed it lightly to waiting lips. "Open
your mouth," and Jeremiah did.

He eagerly licked what was offered and took it into his mouth. What the boy
lacked in skill he tried desperately to make up for with willingness to
serve; but his teeth grazed along the shaft and an order was barked at him;
"Watch your teeth." Scared to displease a second time he began to lick and
suckle the underside of his master's cock.

Fahd moaned low in his throat as his slave began to lick at his scrotum. He
fisted his hands in Jeremiah's soft curls and pulled him back; "Take me in
your mouth. Take me all the way into your mouth."

Jeremiah complied as quickly as he could, being careful of his teeth, he
began to suck his master's cock in earnest. In just a few short minutes,
trying hard to keep his throat relaxed, he had his nose buried in a soft
mound of pubic hair. He moved his head back and forth, slowly at first,
building a rhythm.

Jeremiah moaned around his cock and Fahd groaned and leaned back against
the rough wall of the shed. He felt amazing. "Yes. Oh, god..." He watched
as his dark cock disappeared in and out of pale pink lips and his heart
danced in his chest. "St-stop.." he was too close.

Jeremiah pulled back, his brow creased with worry, "Did I displease you?"

"No, you're amazing..." Fahd was breathing heavily. "Don't move..." One of
his hands was holding Jeremiah's head in place... the other was moving
rapidly up and down on his cock. The muscles in his back and legs began to
tighten. He didn't make a sound as he came. He held his breath and bit his
lip as his cum made a Rorschach blot. He dropped to his knees and began to
lick the cum off of Jeremiah's face.

Jeremiah moaned, his hips wriggling, "Fahd..."

Fahd continued to lick and kiss at Jeremiah's face as he freed his cock. He
wrapped his fingers around it, it was hot and wet with precum, "Is this
what you want?"

"Y-yes... please.." Fahd stroked his slave with out mercy. Jeremiah
collapsed against him and was gasping for air. He made quiet noises of
pleasure into his master's shirt and in this way, blindfolded and bound,
Jeremiah came. He coated Fahd's hand in his seed; "Oh god, thank
you... master."

Fahd smiled and began to lick his hand clean. "You taste wondeful,
Jeremiah. Do you want me to share it with you?"

"Yes." Fahd kissed him.

After Jeremiah was released the two boys straightened themselves up in
silence. They were equally thrilled and shamed. They each knew how much
they loved playing this way- but they also knew there would be terrible
consequences if anyone found out.

Fahd lit a cigarette and the two boys resumed standing together in silence.
The only difference was a slight musky smell hanging on them both- and that
Fahd's arm was around Jeremiah's waist. In this way, smiling goofily to
themselves, neither boy noticed the man who was watching them.

The man on the edge of the woods had come looking for his son- and he had
found him. He found him slaking his thirst on that colored boy's cock. He
stomped out his cigarette on the ground, the same cigarettes that Jeremiah
stole for Fahd, and turned around to head home.

To be continued...