Date: Fri, 9 Aug 2013 11:43:21 -0700 (PDT)
From: Johan Johnson <chocol8moonlight@yahoo.com>
Subject: Slater And Troye Forever

Category: Gay Male/Celebrity

Story Title: Slater And Troye Forever

WARNING: You must be 18+ to read this and any nifty story.

Please Note: The story is fiction and does not reflect personal knowledge
about these celebrities' private lives.

Author's Note: Dear World, I wrote this story to raise awareness regarding
actor/singer/vlogger Troye Sivan's courageous coming-out publicly (the
video for which you can view yourself on his YouTube channel). Its part of
the celebration of it ! The story is also a tribute to Troye's movie saga
Spud.

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10pm. Rainthuds. Nightbreeze. Starshine. And a distant wild dog, howling
lonely, in its homage to the moon. Fingers of mist rolled off the roofs of
my neighborhood houses which looked like giant ships anchored in a dead
calm sea of darkness. Depression. Hopelessness. Sensitivity. I'm 16 year
old Slater, and I'm sitting on the rainy front stairs that lead up to my
suburban home; lonely, still and blank. My black Nike hoodie drenched, only
revealing the lower half of my face, between droplets, I look down,
unmoved, like a concrete statue, as if waiting for something to come save
me from myself.

"Get a swimming pool", came a boy's voice not too far in front of me, "On
the other hand, an umbrella?"

I didn't look up. I didn't falter. Didn't answer. I heard his footsteps
draw nearer. Felt him sit down on the step beside me. Felt the sideways
splashing of the rain off him adjacent onto my side.

"What's wrong? Freaky. You've been sitting out here in the rain all
night. Could see you from my window. Emo. I just had to know. I'm Troye
Sivan, and I've just moved into my grandparents' house next door, over
there"

Pause

"So this is what South African teens are like without mobile phones in
their pockets", he giggled.

"I'm Slater", I said softly in a voice that sounded foreign to my own.

Cautiously, I looked up and, out of the blackness of my hoodie, I saw him
for the first time. What an amazing snapshot. He was dripping wet as he sat
there in the broken street-light, his straight hair almost fully plastered
over his almond-like eyes. He looked into mine, as if the slippery strands
of hair covering his eyes were invisible, and I could almost feel our
vision connect. He looked younger than me, and certainly the most beautiful
thing I've ever seen in my reality, on paper, or in the history of creation
as I know it.

"Hey Slater...", he said in a cool perfect boy voice, as he tilted his head
a little and half-smiled, almost all in slow motion, "Have you gotten
anything to eat?"

"Nah actually", I said as if talking to myself, "My parents are out, I'll
whip up something later...", my voice trailed off...

"Wait. Go inside. Take this. Can't risk it gettin' any wetter. I'll be
right back", he said as he handed me his phone wrapped tightly in a little
blue handkerchief. And then he was off, running back toward his home in the
sheets of rain. I thought I glimpsed him turn back once as he ran, and I
imagined that half-smile as he did, before disappearing into the darkness
across the road. I felt so lost, confused, happy and mixed-up in that
moment. And for a split second, I felt as if the raindrops were falling up
up into the night sky, and away...

I couldn't help it. I wasn't myself any more. Once back inside, I shut the
door behind me, leaned back against it, and slid out Troye's phone from the
handkerchief. Rubbed my fingers over it carefully. It was warm. Suddenly
precious to me. I could feel its power, the electric surge within. I
pressed some buttons and flipped through it, searching for anything -
pictures? music? I don't know. And then I saw it - his internet browser's
search history. My heart raced. It displayed pages upon pages of gay porn
links. I couldn't tell if I felt embarrassed, scared, or excited. By now I
could feel my heart thumping in my throat. I put the phone down on the
table. A tiny ticking metal heart. I left it there. Closed my eyes, and
tried to calm down.

A few minutes later Troye returned with a tin of pancake batter, and wasted
no time in taking to our kitchen, ushering me there eagerly, where we both
cooked and worked like we know each other forever, and in half an hour or
less, we were back outside under the barbecue dining shelter, enjoying
steamy hot pancakes, butter and syrup. It was a rush, and I hardly had time
to think, but I have to admit it was fun. I was starving, and now we just
relaxed, absorbed in our boy-talk, lost in each others' worlds.

As our voices died down, there was a pause. Then Troye got up, and turned
toward me. Abrupt. Almost weird. He looked nearly frustrated, confused,
hesitant, but there was also a look of yearning there. Then he slowly slid
his right hand through the hair just above falling onto my forehead, and
tugged at it slightly. I could sense a playful and innocent frustration in
his grip. A hint of desperation. An urge. I felt as if I was watching
myself from the outside, almost out of control, I got up, stepped closer
slowly, reached the back of his neck, leaned in, and kissed him gently. He
held on to me, almost grinding himself up against me to return the kiss,
and within a few seconds we were wrapped together kissing wildly, like
recently uncaged, untamed animals, outside in the middle of the night, a
sound of rain still all around us...

We hardly broke our kisses as we both collapsed wildly together naked into
my bed, all our skin against each other, twisting and crashing rhythmically
like two powerful ocean waves curling within each other, mixing, falling
over, under, within, and breaking on the shore. I wanted this boy, and I
wanted him bad. I could sense Troye's arousal gushing through him like a
tidal wave. Finally, I ripped off his soaking wet boxers, and examined the
secrets of his masculanity that lay bare in front of me. I began kissing
and suckling on him all over. There wasn't an inch of him that I didn't
taste, the base of his throat, the curve of his waist, to the backs of his
knees. The cutest face in the world was twisted with a look of raw
lust. Sections of his body would taughten and relax as I moved from part to
part. So sensitive. So pure.

 Then Troye leaned down and flicked my cock with his snakey tongue, licking
my shaft, drawing circles around my balls with the tip of it. It was too
much. I pushed forward and shoved my throbbing member inside his mouth. He
took it all 9 inches in, even though he choked a little, and I could feel
his throat muscles contract and relax around my cock. I sank my hands into
his hair. His lips looked so perfect around my cock. They were so soft and
looked untouched. Unused. I loved the way they stretched as his head bobbed
up and down on my penis. "Fuck yeah Troye! Suck it like a lollipop!
Mmmmmmm...". Then I pulled out of his mouth and pinned him to the bed. I
kissed his swollen cocktip which was glistening with perfect round spots of
precum. Troye moaned loudly, "ohhhhhhhhhh that feels soooooooo good..."
. His dick was a work of art. It was so perfectly curved and
slender-looking, with a perfect tan radiance. So sculptured. As if
engineered about symmetry
 and performance. I couldn't believe I had my head between his
legs. Couldn't believe I now knew how his cock tasted, how he sounded when
he groaned in pleasure. His boner felt so slippery and so incredible
against my tongue. I had to fight the urge to burst forth and chew on
it. After a few more minutes of blowing Troye, he moved his hand toward his
asshole, fingering it desperately with his little perfect young finger,
"Ahhhhh... Slater, Please fuck me now! Pleeeeeeeease!"

I lifted Troye's legs off the bed to expose his anus. He was so light and
flexible, delicate but defined. I rubbed one finger down the centre of his
butt, circling the exposed boyhole lips, then I plunged a finger into his
glistening moistness. Troye opened his mouth to speak, when he did, I
shoved 3 fingers inside his cunt. He gasped. Pushing and pushing, I felt
the tightness of his walls enclosing my fingers. Then I pulled out and
placed my own fuckstick at his entrance. It felt like a pillow to my
prickhead. His body jerked at the contact. A warm tingly sensation
travelled up him. Then I inserted my entire hard-on into him, my precum
lubed the insertion.. His face twisted and he screamed,
"AWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!! FUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKK!!!!!!! THAT HURTS AH!!!
FUCK!". I felt the stretching walls of his inner body. Felt his butt cheeks
slam against my balls. His bubble butt was firm, proportionate and so
kissable. Soon I was banging it like a drum,
 bumping and drilling my dick down Troye's hott love canal. Troye's
athletic young legs were up in the air forming a perfect V-shape at my
sides. With every slam, his long sensuous legs would tighten, sleek
muscular lines would appear along his sweaty thighs. Soon he wrapped them
around my waist, so I could lean down and chew on his lips and delicious
beating neck as I screwed him uncontrollably. His whole body shook with
each passionate penetration. He purred in my ear each time I pulled out,
and yelped each time I stabbed inside him.

I pulled out of Troye to give him some time to breathe. I then slid my
velvety tongue in and out of his swollen hole. It made his thighs clench
together. I rubbed my cock in his crack , and then along his spotless
legs. I rubbed the high archs of his seemingly brand new feet around my
cock, fucking them together as my cock slid up against his inner ankles. I
smeared my rod against his, in his belly button, the valleys of his neck,
all over his face, letting a little precum drip into his flawless ears,
then sliding it thru his swift hair, which was almost as silky as the
inside of his bottom.

I then turned Troye around and fucked him doggystyle. I held his firm
smooth body as I let my cock get engulfed by his hole. I then pressed his
face flat down on the bed, keeping his butt raised. Ripples of ecstacy
flooded through him with each stretching of the walls of his body. I then
turned him around with his back on the bed, lifted his legs and rammed into
him again. This time the hardest. I loved the way his eyes widened and
glazed each time I thrusted. It was mind-blowing. Troye arched against me
as we rocked together. The sensation of my fullness rubbing inside him was
like a hot wire against his nerve ends. His prostate was at the peak of its
stimulation. A choked, "OH MY GOD!!!! COME INSIDE ME!!! GIVE IT TO ME!!!!!"
left his mouth as my jabs accelerated.  "FUCK YEAH, You little bitch. AW AW
AWW!!! WIDER", I screamed, pushing his thighs apart.  Troye was losing
himself with each thrust. "HARDER SLATER!!!! FASTER!!! Aw Aw! AWW ah Ah!
AHH UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! Fuck me yeah. FUCK ME FOREVER!!!!!!
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKK!!! AAAWWWWWWW!!!!!" Dripping with sweat and
screaming in pain and ecstasy, Troye looked so hot and gorgeous lying there
under me, all tensed up. His smooth voice. His slim-slick boy body. His
pretty blue eyes flickering and locking. It can't be described. Crying out
my name, his whole body convulsed into a chain of spasms within and
without. One ended, and then the next began, and the next. His sexy glowing
feet tensed up in my hands as I held them for support. Troye shot cute
little jets of boycum. Clinging to me, he saw stars, and he knew there were
none out tonight. He was biting his lower lip. Seeing Troye shoot pushed me
over the edge. I pounded him into the bed so hard, the bed screeched and
almost collapsed. I watched Troye's pupils dilute as he passed out from the
most
 intense, earth-shaking moment in his life. Then I jerked. I felt my breath
stop. Lightning bolts of fulfilment shot through me. Troye felt something
deep inside him bloom, as the last lights left his eyes, staccato spasms of
my release. An explosion. I needed it to be inside him, mark him, claim him
as my own, forever. It was mindblowing. Then surrendering to the longest
hottest release of my life, I joined Troye in a world where we'd never
been. It took a while for me to find myself again.

And as our orgasms rippled away, I felt as if I had truly discovered
myself. I watched Troye for a few minutes, rubbing the tip of my nose on
his. I couldn't wipe the soft smile off my face. Then I gently carried my
beautiful Troye outside to our hammock, laid him down, and pressed up
against him. The cool rain-wet hammock against our hot sweat-wet bodies was
so refreshing, as we settled in for a night under the African stars. Yes,
the rain was gone now. The stars were bright. And I was still
overwhelmed. Too excited. My mind was racing with intense thoughts and
images. I saw myself running from above, then flying from below. I saw
vivid colours and bright yellow lights flashing and then disappearing. And
then a feeling of great stillness overcame me, and I closed my eyes. But I
swear I could still see the stars.

The End.

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