Date: Thu, 28 Jul 2005 23:28:33 -0700 (PDT)
From: James Jonewell <shattered_ego_omega@yahoo.com>
Subject: When Jay Met Sean part I

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     I was in love.  Right there in the smoking room of my
favorite coffeehouse, on a clear blue summer day, out of
nowhere, I new it.  I was in love.  Of course it was
possible that this amorous feeling was actually a lower
emotion emanating from my lower regions, but I don't think
so.  Right there, not five feet before me was a god.  A
dream conceived by Dionysus himself.  Blonde hair that
curled messily, framing his perfect face.  Cupid's bow lips
drawn up in a sexy sneer, and eyes so blue they put the
azure sky itself to shame.  Skin the beautiful golden rose
color of a fresh summer peach, and a body that comes from
constant activity.  He was playing pool, and I, I was
standing there staring at him like an idiot.
     "You alright babe?" came a familiar husky voice, that
startled me from my stupor.
     "Yeah, yeah..um.I'm fine.  How're you Heidi?" I
answered in a stammer.  Heidi is the proprietor of the Java
Temple; a crazy, cramped little coffeehouse set smack dab in
the center of Allentown Village, Buffalo.  It was smoky,
dirty, dark, and to me and many of the other starving
artiste's in Buffalo's lone and poor art district, it was
home.
     "Ha, you've seen our little Eros, huh?" she said
indicating the honey-cream vision at the pool table.
     "Is that actually his name?"
     "No sweetie, just his reputation."
     "Who is he?" I asked, barely capable of containing my
excitement.  You don't get called Eros, god of sex, for
nothing.
     "His name is Sean, and he's nothing but trouble.  Stay
away from that one." Heidi warned.  She put a fresh cup of
Hawaiian Kona in my hands, patted my shoulder and walked
away.
     I don't know what she was thinking, telling me to stay
away from trouble.  Me, the trouble magnet of Allentown, if
someone has issues, and is in a fifty mile radius, they are
automatically drawn to me.  And I am drawn right back.  I
think I have a Mother Teresa complex or something, I am
drawn inexorably to lost souls and broken hearts.  So, now I
know that he is not just beautiful, but troubled as well.  I
was hooked.
     Now I had to do something, so I fished around in the
pocket of my faded blue jeans and found four quarters.  I
sauntered my six foot three inch frame up to the pool table
and slid my quarter onto the rail.
     "I've got next game." I said, more quietly than I had
hoped.
     "Fine, then I'll beat your ass too!"  He said, flashing
a million dollar grin in my direction.
     I blushed, I swear to god I blushed.
     "What the hell is wrong with me," I wondered, "I'm not
meek, not some schoolboy.  I am a twenty-two year old man,
with worlds of experience.  I can have anyone I want, and
this guy is making me feel like a blithering idiot!"
     "Just let me finish with this guy," he said waving a
thumb at Nikki, our token lesbian.  She raised her eyebrows
in mock offense and elbowed him in the ribs.
     "I'll show you who's a guy, little boy." She growled
and sent two balls careening into the corner pocket.
     "Little boy?" I wondered, "Just how old is this guy?"
I wandered back out to the main room of the coffee shop, and
found Heidi sitting at her private table.
     "Heidi, I gotta question," I said, trying to sound
casual.
     "What is it Jay?"
     "That kid, Sean..How old is he?"
     "Sean..Didn't I tell you to stay away from him."
     "Heidi, I'm a big boy; I'll make my own decisions
darlin'"
     "Fine.  But don't say I didn't warn you."
     "Heidi.."
     "Oh, right, his age.  I think he's about 19 or so.
He's been coming hear on and off for about a year." She
replied, "But, don't get your hopes up.  He says he's not
into boys right now."
     "But he was at one point right?" I asked, arching my
eyebrow and donning my signature smirk.
     "Oh Jesus, this is gonna be one hell of a storm!" Heidi
exclaimed in mock exasperation, "I'm keeping my fingerprints
off of this train wreck completely.  I will divulge no more
information to you, or to him."
     "He's asked about me?"
     "No more questions just drink your coffee and disregard
my good advice."
     So, I did.  I took a quick trip to the men's room
(marked with a big XY on the door, I love this place) to
check my looks today.  My hair is a short curly mess, and I
like it that way, but I throw a little water on it and mess
it up a little more.  I'm wearing my favorite jeans; faded,
worn, torn in a few places (it's actually kinda funny, jeans
look better the worse they get) and a black wife beater.
Lookin' pretty good.  I'm stoked anyway because Sean has
already asked about me. My blue eyes sparkle with
anticipation as I leave the XY to head back to the pool
table.
     "Where ya been?" jokes Sean, a tantalizing smile
playing on his lips, "I thought I'd have to win without ya."
     "No chance of that," I responded. "You can't win
without me...er.I mean you can't beat me" ("What the fuck
was that?")
     He smiled in response and said, "We'll see about that."
     I racked the balls and he took first break.  He sank
two stripes right off the bat.
     "Nice," I said, "I see you know how to handle your
stick." ("There we go, back in the game!")  I planned this
little double entendre perfectly, he scratched his next
attempt, "Of course the point is to only sink the balls you
want to."
     Now it was his turn to blush, "You distracted me, no
fair"
     "You've got to learn to keep your eyes on the prize," I
said as I made pointed eye contact.  I locked my gaze with
his for a long moment as I circled the table.  Slowly, I let
my gaze drift down over his body and back to the table.  I
chalked my stick and took aim, "1 ball, corner pocket." I
called out.
     Not to be outdone, Sean moved to the corner of the
table and straddled the pocket, lifting and adjusting his
considerable basket just above the hole.  My breath caught
in my throat, and I hesitated for a hot minute, and then.
     CRACK!
     "Shit!" He exclaimed as the one ball flew violently
toward his vulnerable crotch.  He jumped back just in time
to avoid having a life altering experience, as the 1 ball
careened into the corner pocket. His face was red again, and
he was looking at me with disbelief.
     "I said I keep my eyes on the prize, I wouldn't have
hit you."  The smirk that flashed across my face was purely
lascivious, and then broke into a full blown grin.  I
laughed and called my next shot, which I missed.
     We went back and forth like this for awhile; half
flirting, half playing pool, all competition.  In the end,
he won, sinking the eight ball in just one attempt.
     "Told you!" he shouted, "You looooooose!"
     "Not really," I replied, "I didn't win the game, but I
didn't lose either."
     "What do you mean?" he asked
     "I met a really cool guy," his face broke into a huge
smile as I said this, "I win.  Want some coffee?"
     "Sure, thanks.  Hey, what's your name, anyway?"
     "Jay.  And you are?"
     "My name is Sean," he replied and stuck out his hand,
which I grabbed and shook heartily, "Nice to meet you."

     Sean and I hung out for the rest of the afternoon, just
talking and joking around.  He told me that he is staying
with a friend of his right now, and that he and his folks
have been on the outs for a while. When I asked why, he
became somewhat sullen, and then suggested we go get a bite
to eat.  We walked down to the Towne restaurant, which
serves great Greek food and has a patio, and ordered some
souvlakis.  I told him I was amazed we hadn't run into each
other before, being as I have been hanging around and
meeting people since I moved here three months ago.  He said
he has been taking a breather for a while, not really being
social.  I sensed that this was connected to his family
problems so I didn't press the issue.  We talked about art
and music, two subjects that we were both passionate about,
and lo and behold day slid effortlessly into evening.
     "Hey, it's getting late and we've been here for hours."
He said.  To tell the truth, I hadn't really noticed, I was
absolutely drunk with my infatuation for this kid. "Why
don't we go grab a video or something and chill somewhere?"
     "My place is right down the block and I have a shitload
of videos," I responded hoping not to sound too anxious.
     "Alright, that sounds cool."
     So we went back to my apartment, which was a perfect
representation of my bohemian lifestyle; the furniture was
old, worn, and didn't match, the carpet was a deep brown
shag (which must have been hip for about ten minutes in
1975), and to top it off it featured a lousy electrical
system.  However, it was huge and located deep in the heart
of Allentown, and it had a really cool brick hallway in the
middle of it.  We sat down in my giant living room and he
went over to my bookshelf to peruse my DVD collection.  He
picked out Billy's Hollywood Screen Kiss, which is a very
gay movie starring the guy who plays Jack on Will & Grace.
     "I love this movie," he exclaimed, "I didn't think
anyone else had ever heard of it."
     "Are you kidding, it's one of my favorites.  Pop it
in," I commanded from my seat on the couch.
     "Well, yes sir." He joked in response.
     I got up and fixed some popcorn and grabbed a couple of
beers.  When I came back he was sprawled out on the couch.
     As I approached he lifted up his legs and said, "Sorry
let me clear a spot for you."
     "No problem, stay where you are." I responded, sitting
down and putting his feet in my lap.  I handed him a beer
and put the popcorn on his chest, "We both make good
furniture, see."
     He laughed, stretched his long muscular legs and
relaxed.  We sat like that for a while, watching the movie
and laughing, like we'd known each other for years,
completely comfortable.  I don't know when or how, but I
started giving him a foot rub.  This only became apparent to
me when he moaned.
     "Mmmmm, that feels really good." He groaned quietly.
     I became aware now, of what I was doing.  But he seemed
to approve, so I continued.  As I rubbed his feet and
ankles, he made more small noises of approval.  My hands and
heart grew daring and I started to massage his calves.
     "Oh god, that feels really nice.  Keep going." He moved
the popcorn off his chest and positioned himself so he was
laying flat on his back on my couch.  I moved a little so I
was sitting in between his long, strong legs, and proceeded
to give them all of my attention.  The air seemed to have
gone out of the room, and I could no longer really hear the
movie.  It was being drowned out by my pulse ands Sean's
soft sounds of pleasure.  My strong talented hands slid up
and down his calves, squeezing and caressing the wiry
muscles that lay beneath his silky skin.  His legs were
pretty smooth, with a sparse covering of soft golden hair.
I continued my ascent up his legs to his thighs.  He hunched
his hips forward, and it became blatantly obvious that my
ministrations were having a titillating effect on him.  His
hardened cock tented out the thin fabric of his soccer
shorts nicely, informing me that his endowment was, in fact,
formidable.  I slid my eager hands up the legs of his shorts
and continued to massage and stimulate his skin.  He opened
his eyes and sat up, putting his face next to mine.
     "Take off my shirt," he whispered, and I readily
obeyed.  As I lifted his blue cotton tee up over his body, I
revealed a work of art.  His body was tight and defined.
Beautifully formed pecs gave way to rippling abs and the
smooth, hard lines of his back delighted my eyes.  His hands
took hold of my face and he kissed me. Hard.  His tongue
pressed against my lips demanding access, and the heat of
his mouth was unbelievable.  I could still taste the beer on
his breathe as he kissed me passionately and moved up and
over me.  He pressed his body against me and ground his
swollen cock against my hip.
     "Take off your shirt." He said, sitting up to allow me
access my tank top.  I obeyed immediately, stripping the
black cotton from me as though it burned.  The second I had
it off his mouth assailed my chest.  He acted as though he
wished to devour me, licking and chewing my pecs, taking my
tender nipples between his teeth and teasing them with his
talented tongue.  I started to moan and writhe under him,
and he stopped.  Took my hands in his, and guided them over
his chest and abs, "Grab my ass." He said, and my hands
roamed up over his shoulders, down his rippling back and
under the waistband of his shorts.  His ass felt wonderful,
soft and hard ant the same time, and so smooth, like satin
over marble.  He began to kiss my neck and slid his legs
between mine.  He started to slowly grind his incredible
hard manhood against me, as I squeezed and massaged his
perfect globes,
     "Now, take off my shorts," this was a command.  I felt
as though I were drunk, or hypnotized.  I had no choice but
to fulfill his every request.  I hooked my thumbs into the
elastic of his waistband and lowered his shorts and boxers
uncovering the perfect ass that I had yet to see, but knew
so well.  He raised his slim hips up to allow his clothes to
come off, and that's when I saw his beautiful cock.  It was
long, and thick, and smooth.  He was cut, and at least 8
inches long.  It throbbed in between us and jumped like a
live wire.  He moved his legs up my body until they came to
rest in my armpits.  His fat head brushed across my chin,
leaving a trail of precum in its wake.
     "Suck me."
     I took his hot tool in my mouth and began to swirl my
tongue around the massive head.  He eased his hips forward,
slowly feeding more and more of his amazing tool.  His
cocked pushed its way pat the entrance to my throat and I
felt the coarse golden hairs of his bush brush my nose as
his balls lifted in their sac and separated, coming to rest
on either side of my chin.  He leaned his head back and
began to fuck my face, as his hands freed my aching prick
from my jeans.  He worked my throbbing cock in his strong
hot hands as he continued to pummel my throat with his cock.
Sweat ran down his perfect chest and matted his pubes to his
body as he continued to force his manhood in and out of my
mouth.  His hands squeezed and pulled my cock and I could
feel the cum boiling up from my nuts.  I was going to lose
it.  He let out a loud moan and pushed himself deep into my
throat, and I felt my dick explode.  I fired in a huge arc
that landed across his hot muscled back.  The heat of my
semen lashing across his back trigger his own orgasm and I
felt him grow, incredibly bigger.  Spasm after spasm shot
his seed down my throat as he yelled out in pleasure.  I lay
there; milking this beautiful kid's softening cock in my
mouth, as he collapsed on top of me.
     "Oh god," he breathed, "that was incredible."
     He moved down across me and lay on top of me.  He
looked into my eyes, smiled wickedly and began to kiss me
again.
     "I guess he's `into boys' again," I thought with bliss.

     To be continued