Date: Thu, 08 Feb 2001 00:42:50 -0800
From: Lael Stalnaker <vanyelashkev@pacbell.net>
Subject: Birthday Plans

  This is a fictional story, containing graphic love making
between two teenagers, both male. If this offends, is
morally not to your taste, is illegal in your locale or you
are a naughty minor exploring where you shouldn't be, exit,
stage left, now please. If you continue, it is by your own
will and with the full understanding that a big invisible
finger is shaking at you. If none of these apply to you,
read on and enjoy yourself.

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have at. I got a burr in my shorts and had to write this. I
would enjoy the feedback, thanks! Once again, I hope the
story pleases.


"Birthday Plans"

                 By Lael Stalnaker

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  Hard to believe that I turn 16 in less than an hour. I
glance at the clock resting next to the computer. 34
minutes until midnight. My body aches from slouching. I
should know better, but I still do it. My height has always
made me uncomfortable. Especially when both of my parents
are so much shorter.

  I have plans for my birthday. Plans that no one else has
any idea about. The image on my computer screen fills my
vision and mind. I have lusted after this guy since I was
14. Ever since I first saw him in class. I can't really say
what draws me to him, but I know that I have to have him,
to be with him, even if just once.

  Gray eyes stare back at me from the screen. Sleek black
hair falls over the forehead, waves of it framing perfect
ears. Slightly up turned nose, and a sensual mouth,
slightly parted, intrigue me to no end. Clear pale skin,
without flaw contrasts the black hair against it. I can
feel the intensity of concentration those eyes have. It
always comes back to the eyes...

  I shut down the computer, musing on the day that I found
him. He was in my first class, the first day of high
school. Honors English. Yeah, that was the class. He had
taken the seat in front of me, on the outside edge nearest
the door, with me having the last seat of the row. I
remember loosing track of what I was doing as his ass
flashed past my vision as he sat. That was my first inkling
that I was into guys. The shape caught in my head and just
wouldn't go away. Talk about a stunning and miserable first
day of class.

  He turned and grinned at me when I accidentally hit his
butt through the chair with my knee. My usual slouching had
claimed another victim. I know I blushed. I could feel my
ears burn with embarrassment. Then his eyes transfixed me.
There was something in them that both excited me and scared
the living fuck out of me. It was like he was looking into
my head and seeing everything that I was. All the good
things, all the bad things and every other piece of mental
trivia in between.

  We stayed locked together through our eyes until the
teacher waved a hand between us. My ears should have caught
fire. I lowered my eyes and hoped to god that no one really
knew what was happening. I managed to catch his name when
his turn came up on the roll call. Jess Turner. It locked
into my brain, filed away with those eyes as reference. I
almost missed my own, Brandon Weir, as it got called. My
hand went up the second time the teacher asked.

  The semester progressed and I finally noticed something
odd. I realized that Jess was always the last to come in
and when he did, he would keep his eyes locked to mine the
whole way to his seat, only breaking that eye contact when
he turned to sit. On days that I happened to be looking
down when he came in, I always found him looking at me when
my head lifted again. And... I always looked up. His smile
would widen just a little, his eyes shine a bit brighter.

  Despite all of this, we still had not spoken. I knew what
his voice sounded like, from his answers to questions the
teacher would ask the class. Quiet, but still strong,
almost ringing. A slight burr to it. Maybe an accent,
though I couldn't tell from where.

  From then on, we always seemed to have a class together.
Strangely, no matter where I sat, Jess always chose the
seat in front of me. Like he didn't want to be far away
from me if he could help it. We eventually started talking,
usually about assignments, though occasionally just
shooting the breeze. We got along well, almost friends. I
think the actual friendship started the day he saved me
from a beating.

  I was walking home, after school, and the punk brigade
caught me. It was a bunch of pricks that liked picking on
underclassmen that were basically normal, though tall. I
had a reputation for avoiding fights and had managed to
elude these ass-holes my entire Freshman year. I wasn't so
lucky the middle of my Sophomore year. They cornered me in
a empty field I usually went through as a short cut to
shave off a few blocks.

  Peter Wells headed the jerks, since being top ass-hole
suited him. He was a football reject, having thrown out his
knee his first year on the team. So the gossip in the halls
went. It seems that since he couldn't play ball any more to
get rid of his extra testosterone, he did it in a more
creative way. He and his Neanderthal crew liked to pick out
a few targets for the year and then proceed to persecute
them in cycles for that year.

  I had been a target that had escaped them my Freshman
year so thoroughly that Wells made it a personal mission to
hunt me down now. Naturally, my refusal to stand and get
thrashed irritated him to no end. I was careless that day,
thinking about a stupid Geometry problem that was almost
solved in my head. Next thing I know...

*******

"Hey faggot! Lookin' for some dick to suck? Got it right
here for ya!" Peter Wells said from directly behind me.

  I jumped and turned. They were stretched in a semicircle,
and as I turned, completed surrounding me. Wells had a
delighted look on his face, content that he had brought me
to bay, no doubt. I instantly knew that he had something
extra special in mind for me. My audacity in continually
escaping his direct attentions needed a severe
chastisement. I kept my mouth shut and my eyes moving. Two
of them were behind me now.

"Well, gonna smart off?" Wells asked. Then, when I didn't
answer, "Doesn't matter, let's step over to those trees and
get to business."

  Two sets of hands grabbed my arms and twisted them back.
I was then force-marched out of sight of any would-be
rescuers into the screen of trees that clustered at one end
of the field. The other three followed, making sure they
could nail me if I somehow broke for it. Certain doom
seemed immanent. We reached the trees and I was forced down
to my knees. The two thugs kept hold of me, not letting
loose for a second.

  Wells stood in front of me now and smiled viciously. The
other two that were left came around behind me and each
stepped on one of my ankles. Now I was truly pinned. They
had planned this all out in advance. There was only one
course of action left now with any honor in it at all. I
was going to bite his dick off if he tried to force me to
suck him. Not that the sucking part particularly bothered
me, it was the force part of the deal. And the fact that I
would rather die than make Peter Wells any happier than I
had to. A random thought flashed: wonder what Peter would
tell everyone in the ER when he had to go in to get it sewn
back on?

  Peter casually unzipped his fly and let his jeans puddle
around his ankles. He wasn't wearing any underwear, yet
further evidence that this was no chance decision. He
grinned down at me and then laughed as I began to finally
get afraid. The guy had a monster dick. I mean fuckin'
huge! I decided on a rapid change of action. I would have
to do something else. There was no way I was letting that
thing in me. I must have tensed, because the hands holding
my arms tightened.

  Just as Wells stepped up to my face, letting his massive
dick loom into my eyesight, he suddenly grunted and fell to
his knees. Jess was standing there, beating the crap out of
Wells. His first punch had nailed Wells right in the
kidney. He then proceeded to follow up his advantage. The
two holding my arms let go, preparing to go help Wells. I
took that as express permission to fling both arms down
then up and back. Two boys went down, screaming that I had
crushed their nuts. Not likely, though a nice thought. Then
it was my turn to scream. The other two ground their feet
into my ankles and then slugged my kidneys, repayment for
their leader's pain. I fell forward and they went past me.

  When I looked up, it was to see Jess pounding the shit
out of both of them. Inches from my face, Peter lay moaning
in the dirt, his hands wrapping his sides. I tried to get
back up, at least to my knees. I couldn't believe that Jess
was prepared to take on 5 guys, much less that was actually
managing to thoroughly trounce 2 of them at the same time.
Jess slammed his fist into one's chin and he went down,
looked like out cold. The remaining guy must have seen
something in Jess' face that scared the crap out of him
because he lit out of there like his ass was on fire.

  Jess walked over to me and helped me up. My ankles
throbbed with an intense pain, even worse than any sprain I
had ever had. I knew that my feet were swelling. Tears
streamed down my face but I refused to cry out. Jess got me
over to a tree, leaned me there and went back to Wells. The
two guys I had nailed in the nuts were long gone now,
fleeing the scene of defeat. That left Wells and the
unconscious kid. Jess checked the unconscious one first and
then went to Wells.

"Well, guess things didn't turn out the way you wanted, now
did they, you fuckin' prick?" Jess snarled directly into
Wells' face. "Here's a clue. You ever touch Brandon again,
the school's gonna hear about what you wanted to do to him.
Then we're gonna let everyone know that the reason you pick
on guys is that you are trying to fuck 'em and that you're
really queer. Got all that?"

  Wells groaned and nodded his head. Jess spat off to the
side of Wells' head in disgust. Then he winked at me and
grinned. He reached down and grabbed Wells' jeans, tugging
them off his body. To my amazement and Wells' horror, Jess
gripped each pant leg on either side of the crotch and
pulled. His arms bulged, stunning me. His arms were bigger
than I realized. My eyes widened as the jeans split and
then came apart. Jess held up the now mangled jeans and
then flung them down, right into Well's nuts. I started to
laugh. The image of Wells' trying to get home soothed some
of the pain.

  Jess turned back to me and got an arm under me. His arm
encircled my chest, and I leaned into him. It was going to
take time to get anywhere, the pain was so intense. His
breath hissed out as he got a look at my socks. The
bastards had metal cleats on. Spots of blood speckled the
white of my socks. Wearing shorts due to the warm weather,
I didn't have a layer of denim that would have helped
protect me. Once he realized the damage was that bad, Jess
stopped us at the back fence to the field and looked into
my eyes.

"How far is it to your house?" he asked.

"4 blocks over and 3 up." The pain was worsening.

"Shit! Well, there's no way you can walk it. And you
probably shouldn't." He paused for minute, obviously
thinking. "Well, I think I should piggyback you to your
house. Anyone gonna be home?"

  I shook my head. Mom worked until 6 and Dad often didn't
get home before 9. I was a typical latchkey kid. Things had
been OK before now. I almost wished that Mom was a stay-at-
home type. The pain in my ankles was now throbbing up into
my calves. Jess was right, there was no way I could make it
walking.

"OK," I said.

"Here, put my bag over your shoulder, would ya?" Jess asked
as he squatted down in front of me.

  I swung the bag over my shoulder, opposite to my own. My
arms went around his neck. He grabbed a hold of my clenched
fists and began to rise up. With a grunt, he smoothly
reached his full height. I swung my legs around his waist
and he let go of my hands, placing them back under my
thighs, almost at my butt. Making sure that I didn't
throttle him, I slid my hands further down his chest and
knotted my hands together. My cheek rested on his shoulder
now. Jess took off, fast walking to the directions I
whispered in his ear.

"How did you happen to show up the way you did?" I asked
after a block. Only 6 more to go.

"I heard the ass-holes as they left school. They didn't pay
attention to who was behind them. Had no way to warn ya, or
I would have. Was hoping to surprise them. Anyway, I was a
block behind them and waited until they had you in the
trees. Knew they would forget to pay attention once they
had you out of sight. I was right too." His sentences came
out in puffs. "By the way, nice job on the 2 you nailed. No
way I could have taken on all 5. Glad to see you're not
totally helpless, or mindless."

"Well, I guess I just reacted. I try to avoid shit like
this. Usually manage it too. Thanks Jess. You definitely
saved me some other trouble. I was planning on biting the
sucker." I admitted as he laughed.

  We got back to my house and he set me on the porch. I
tossed him the keys as leaned into the porch post at the
top of the steps. The pain of standing was too much. My
knees buckled and I slid down to the top step, crying now
for real. Jess got the door open and came back to get me.

  This time he shocked the hell out of me by picking me up,
like a parent picks up a sleeping child. Fuck, he is
STRONG! He carried me into the house and into the living
room. He gently lowered me to the couch. Once he was sure I
was not going anywhere, he tossed me my keys and said he
would be right back. This gave me time to reflect on
something else.

  On the walk here, I had gotten a raging hard-on. His
hands under my thighs, my hands on his chest and the
rubbing motion against his back had stimulated me into
something I had never really considered. I thought Jess was
hot. As in a guy I wouldn't mind getting to see more of. I
knew I liked him, but now I knew that I could more than
like him.

  Jess came back and knelt beside me. He laid out first-aid
supplies from our downstairs bathroom onto the coffee
table. Taking a pair of scissors, he cut the laces on my
sneakers. I gasped as the blood shot through the swollen
mass of bone and flesh. He then carefully cut away my
socks. Quarter inch punctures paralleled my Achilles tendon
on both ankles, thankfully missing them. Jess cleaned them
with first water, then alcohol and finally peroxide. The
sting was nothing compared to the real pain. He put large
band-aids over each bleeding wound and then left the room
again.

  I could barely hear him in the kitchen. The freezer door
slammed shut and then water ran. He came back with one of
my Mom's huge mixing bowls and set it on the floor. Jess
took my feet and slowly lowered them into the chilled
water. My feet went numb quickly and my ankles followed.

"We should call your Mom, Brandon. This is serious. They
might have broken something."

"OK, the number is on the phone, second one. I don't think
I should get up. The cordless is in the kitchen." I dreaded
having to tell my Mom. She was going to freak on me.

  Jess got the phone and brought it to me. I laid it in my
lap and looked him in the eyes. Those gray bottomless eyes.
The look in them right now was deep concern but also
something else that I couldn't identify. Jess looked down
at my feet and frowned.

"Jess... thanks for bailing me out." I said simply.

  His head jerked up, startled. He smiled and shook his
head. His hands clenched and then relaxed. I waited to see
if he would say anything, but he just stood there. I sighed
and picked the phone back up.

*******

  I had hairline fractures from the fuckheads. My Mom
hauled ass and got home in record time. She thanked Jess
over and over for helping me as she had him carry me out to
the car. The X-rays told the story, along with the
punctures. Mom blew a fuse and called my Dad. Next thing I
know, they brought the cops into it. I almost didn't want
to say who did it. They finally convinced me that it would
probably happen to someone else if I kept quiet. After
being assured that Jess would not be prosecuted for
assault, I let it out.

  I was home for 3 weeks. Jess filled me in on the back-
story on what went down with the thugs. The cops had come
to the school and interviewed them there, in full view of
their peers. Apparently, once word got around what they had
done and tried to do to me, others stepped up to the plate.
I was not the only one they had gone after with blowjobs in
mind. I was just the first that had fought and won. With
help, naturally. The shitheads ended up in Juvie, pleading
guilty to avoid a trial.

  Jess got my homework and sat with me after school to keep
me caught up. We became pretty close during that time. I
still kept my feelings to my self. Turns out, he weight
lifts at home every day, going after stamina rather than
bulk. That was why he was stronger than he looked. He
promised to have me start coming over to work out with him.
I promised to help him with his homework in exchange. Even
deal, and both of us happy with the results.

  Both sets of parents approved of our friendship whole-
heartedly and with no reservations whatsoever. The fight
was over 6 months ago, and now Jess and I trade off staying
at each other's houses. Neither of us has any brothers or
sisters, so it really isn't much of a hardship for our
parents. Turns out, that accent I couldn't place was due to
his parents. His Mom is pure Irish and his Dad is half Scot
and half Welsh, both being immigrants. It all combined in
Jess to make that ringing lilting burr that was not a
brogue but something unique to Jess. I loved to listen to
all of them talk.

  Jess got his coloring from his father, who is what would
be called a Black Welshman. I blinked the first time Jess'
Mom spat that out at his Dad. She did have that famous
temper and passion that go with most Irish women. Not that
his father was passive in the least. It fascinated me to no
end how they could fight verbally for hours and yet kiss
and snuggle within seconds of it. Jess told me that they
have always been that way. It was something of a game with
them.

  Our friendship deepened and I realized that Jess had kept
to himself. He didn't really have any other friends. He
told me that the few he had, either moved or lost interest.
It amazed me to no end. Still, as quiet as he was under
normal conditions, I could see how it would be hard for him
to replace those friendships. It made me try all the harder
to deepen ours.

*******

  I glance at the clock again. 12:09 now. I smile to myself
and get up. Jess was in the guest bedroom. Since my
birthday fell on a Saturday, our parents didn't mind Jess
staying over. We practically swapped houses every weekend
anyway! It's just that I have plans for now. I had been
thinking about it ever since Jess rescued me from a fate
worse than death. I laughed to myself. Leave it to a bloody
Celt to have an adventure that takes on 5 opponents bigger
than he is. And even more astonishing, to win!

  I have decided that I want Jess. The more I am with him,
the more my desire grows. I have finally understood the
light in his eyes when he looks into mine. I found out that
he was the one that enabled my escape my entire Freshman
year. I thought I was so bloody smart and it turns out he
had been leading the goon squad on a merry chase every time
they were poised to go after me. He confessed that the
first time I slept over at his house. He had been
protecting me, quietly and carefully since the first time
we met.

  Smiling, I strip off my clothes. Jess had gone to bed an
hour ago, pleading that he was exhausted. I shut off the
lights and slip out into the hall. His door is across from
mine, with my parents clear down at the other end. I slide
carefully over to his door and open it slowly. As soon as
the door is cracked open just enough for me to slip
through, I am in. I quickly ease it shut again, making sure
the latch closes but does not click.

  The moon is full and the light streams in through the
window. Jess is in bed, with a sheet thrown over his naked
body. I knew he slept in the buff. It takes a major battle
or major freezing cold to get him to wear anything to bed.
I silently turn the lock on the door. There, no surprises
from outside. One of Jess' arms dangles to the floor,
fingers curled against the hardwood. The other is drawn up
under the pillow, under his head.

  I can make out the shape of his body though the sheer
cotton covering him. His butt looks like the dimpled shape
of a peach, curved and a valley of muscle. His shoulders
have broadened this last year and his arms look larger. His
legs create a rise and swell to the cloth. His hair has
fallen over his eyes and I can just make out the rise and
fall of his torso as he breathes. He's a hell of a good-
looking guy. Even more so than that first time I saw him.

  Careful to move without sound, I reach the bed and kneel
beside it. I watch his face, memorizing it all over again.
My hand reaches out and brushes the hair from his eyes. His
skin is soft and it sends shivers up my spine. Already, I
am hard as a piece of granite. I lean forward and brush
against his lips with my own. His eyes pop open, wide with
surprise. Then it dawns on me... he wasn't asleep and never
had been. I pull myself back, recoiling. His wonderful gray
eyes lock onto mine, trapping me.

"So, finally decided to do something?" an amused Jess
whispers into the stillness. My jaw falls open.

"Uh...," is all I can manage.

"Took you long enough." His eyes continued to hold me
captive. The moon's light lit them and they enchanted me.

"Um... uh...." I just can't get my brain to work.

"Might want to shut your jaw before a moth flies in," Jess
is obviously enjoying me being stunned.

 He lifted his hand from the floor and cupped my cheek with
it. His eyes have become the world. I can see myself
reflected in their light. They shine with happiness, desire
and just plain love. My throat gets tight. Why on earth
hadn't I understood before now?! His fingers against my
cheek are warm and make my skin tingle.

"I've waited for you for a long time. I started following
you home that first day I saw you. I knew you didn't know
how to defend yourself. I heard in the hall that Wells'
bunch had targeted you. I just couldn't bear the thought of
them thrashin' ya. So, I played rear guard. Didn't know it
would become literal!" He explained.

"Why didn't you say something before now?" I asked in an
awed voice.

"Why? You weren't ready for me. Can you honestly say you
knew for sure that you wanted to *be* with me all the way
back then?" he asked gently.

  I started to nod and then stopped. No, I had been too
scared to think about it. Too many bad things had gone
through my mind. I really hadn't decided anything until a
week ago. His composure amazed me. He knew exactly what he
wanted and had waited patiently for me to catch up to him.

"No. You're right. I would have freaked. I almost did
anyway, the day we met." I admitted.

  He nodded and stroked my cheek with his fingertips. I
felt a flame ignite in my skin, trailing behind his
fingers. His smile deepened as my breath caught in my
throat again with a sound like a hiccup. I leaned forward,
feeling like everything was in slow motion. My lips met
his, but it was far different this time. Our lips came
together and the world tilted sideways. His arm came around
my neck, both supporting and drawing me in.

  Stars exploded in front of my eyes. His lips felt both
hard and incredibly soft. I let myself melt up against the
edge of the bed, willing this kiss to go on forever. His
hand caressed the back of my neck. I thought everything was
perfect, at least until the kiss ended.

"Coming in with me or not?" Jess asked, holding the sheet
up with his other hand. I could see that he was as hard as
I was.

"Uh... yeah!" I blurted out.

  I scrambled onto the bed as he tossed the sheet down to
the foot of it. The moonlight pricked out all of his
muscles into glowing detail. Everything was in its place
and perfect. At least to my mind. I am sure a trainer would
and could find fault, but not me. Not ever!

  His hands roamed over my body, exploring. His touch
ignited that flame everywhere it went. I became utterly
still, letting him do what he wanted. He kissed my neck and
then my collarbone, continually moving downward. Each
nipple received its own individual kiss and then the valley
between my pecs. He had worked wonders with me, helping me
with the weights.

  Down my stomach and to my bellybutton. His tongue dipped
in after the kiss, causing my back to arch with the shock
of it. He moved down some more and kissed the crease
between each leg and my groin. I thought my head would fly
off my shoulders. Each knee got its reward and then he got
to my ankles. He lifted my right foot and kissed the first
cleat scar and then each of the others. His lips were
gentle, tender, enflaming. He repeated with my left ankle.
Each kiss a promise, never again would I be hurt. I could
tell that was what he was thinking, somehow. I giggled as
each toe was kissed then nibbled delicately.

  Jess the kissed his way back up my legs, but with a
twist. He kissed the inner part of my calves, then the back
of my knees, then my inner thighs. His hair brushed
constantly against my erection, sending shocks straight
through me. It tickled, but not in a ha-ha way. Suddenly he
kissed my balls and then my dick. The air flew out of my
lungs in a whoosh.

"I've wanted to do that since we met!" Jess murmured, doing
it over and over. My breath froze in my chest as he began
to lick in between kisses.

"Are you sure you want to do that? I actually planned on
doing it to you..." my voice trailed off.

"Nope, I want to do this. Part of your birthday present.
Shush and lie still," he ordered. I obeyed, though
reluctantly.

  All thought fled as his mouth engulfed me completely. My
hands clenched into the sheet covering the mattress. My
legs fell open, almost flat to the bed as my hips rose up.
He had all of me now, and I could feel his throat
surrounding me. He gagged. Backing off, he tried again but
still gagged. He gave up on swallowing me whole and wrapped
a hand around the base of me and went down on me until his
lips met his hand. Then he backed up and his hand went with
his lips. It felt unbelievable. His free hand kneaded my
thigh as he kept going. I was almost comatose with pleasure
now.

  Time distorted and I no longer cared. The surge in my
dick was getting near the blasting off point. I tried to
say something to Jess, but he just growled. The vibration
triggered the climax that was unavoidable now. I moaned
loudly as my entire lower body went into spasms. Jess
removed his hand and pushed me all the way down his throat.
He swallowed nonstop, now figuring out how to do it. The
warmth added a new dimension along with the contracting
muscles in his throat. The nerves at the tip of my dick
tingled so hard that I whimpered. He slowly came up off of
me and finally let me go, with a last lick for good
measure.

  His eyes were bright and I could barely think my entire
body felt light, as if weightless. Jess grinned at me and
climbed up my body. He locked his lips to mine and kissed
me so deeply I couldn't breathe. Not that I cared at the
moment. He stuck his tongue into my mouth and licked
around. I could taste the faint essence of me in his mouth,
though not a lot. I finally became aware of his hard-on
pressed up into my stomach between us. A new plan replaced
the one that he had usurped. I pulled my head back from him
and grinned.

"So, do I get a birthday wish?" I asked, all innocent
sounding and quietlike.

"Absolutely. Name it." He answered with no hesitation.

"I want you to make love to me. Right now," I supplied,
grinning broadly into his astonished face.

"Are you sure? I mean, we can wait. I want to try
everything too, but are we ready for this?" he sounded
truly concerned. I rushed to ease his worry.

"Are you kidding? I have thought about this for months. Um,
ever since you carried me home, actually. Yes, this is
exactly what I want tonight. We can try other stuff
tomorrow," I added the last as a bargaining chip. His eyes
widened and then he smiled. One of those smiles was worth
every bad thing that had ever happened in my life.

"Ok, oh birthday lad. As you wish. But, uh..." his voice
got a little strangled at the end.

  Laughing, I reached into the nightstand next to the bed.
I had placed a small tube of lube there before he even came
over. It was one of the hardest things I had ever done,
buying that without turning scarlet. Still, I wanted this
night so badly, it hurt whenever I woke up from dreaming
about it. Wet dreams have nothing on reality, I could now
say. I hoped it proved true for the next part too. I handed
him the lube. His face was priceless as he examined the
bottle in the soft pale light streaming across the bed from
the window.

  He looked down at my laughing face and then grinned
again. Jess reached down under the pillow and pulled out a
similar bottle. Oh my god! He had the same idea I did, that
tonight would be it. I laughed and slugged him in the arm.
He just grinned at me. He tossed his bottle into the drawer
and then looked pensive. I smiled encouragement. This was
the first time his confidence had showed any sign of
cracking.

"It'll be ok, Jess. I want this so bad it hurts," I said by
way of encouragement.

"That's what I am afraid of. I don't want to hurt you," he
whispered, eyes lowered. My own eyes automatically went to
his dick between us. Yikes! I had never seen him hard
before. This was not a small boy, by any measuring system.
Still, I was not about to back down now.

"It'll be ok. Just go slow," I whispered back.

  He took a deep breath and nodded. My heart began to race
as he popped open the top of the bottle. Then he took my
hand and dribbled some of the slick stuff into my hand. I
understood immediately what he wanted. I took him into my
hand and ran my hand along his length. My god, he felt like
iron in my hand. In no time, my hand was pumping him like
there was no tomorrow. He gasped and grabbed my wrist to
stop me.

"Too much more of that and I think we'll have to wait a
while. Here, let me do the next part."

  He poured some lube into his hand, waiting while it
warmed in his hand. Then he reached to under my nuts and
found the entrance to the territory he was about to explore
intimately. A finger slid into me, so slowly that there was
no pain at all. He pulled in and out a few times before
adding another one. This time my body resisted a bit,
tightening around him. I moaned as the tinge of pain
subsided and something else replaced it. The tip of his
middle finger had hit something that I didn't expect. My
dick began to rise like a new dawn. By the time he had 3
fingers pumping into me, my back was arching each time he
got in as far as he could. His last finger joined the
others, stretching me even further.

  He continued that for what seemed like hours, but I knew
it was barely minutes. My moans were loud and fast now,
jolting out of me each time he reached the base of his
fingers. My head was now thrown back into the pillows, all
of my muscles standing out in my neck and chest. Then I
felt empty. I moaned, wanting the feeling back and now!

  Then  I felt him again. He was poised for lift off and then he
nudged forward. I gasped as his head popped through the
muscle ring. The pain was sharp and swift. He froze,
concern plain. I opened my eyes and smiled up at his eyes.
They were wide and wondering. I wiggled my hips and another
inch of him eased into me. A blast of his breath blew from
his clenched teeth. As quickly as it had come, the pain
left completely. He leaned into me and kissed me on the
chest.  As he leaned forward, more of him slid home. His
dick brushed by the place that his fingers had teased and I
moaned like an earthquake. He froze again and I pushed
myself up against him sharply.

  His dick slid in all the way in one move now, until he was
finally all in me. I could feel his pubic hair tickling
around the invaded area. I think we were both amazed that
he was all the way in me. I could feel him, in places that
had never been touched from outside before. His tongue
traced a line down my chest as he leaned back again. I cold
feel him sliding out until he stopped just short of being
gone altogether. He pushed forward, eliciting another moan
from me. Encouraged now, he pushed all the way in one go.

  Rockets flared in my brain and I could swear that I could
feel every vein, fold and texture of him in me. My
breathing became rapid as he picked up the pace of push and
withdrawal. His slickened hand grasped my rock hard shaft
and began pumping in time to his thrusts. In seconds I was
again experiencing the most intense orgasm in my life. I
thought the first one was the best, but this one turned it
pale. I could feel my muscles tighten like a boa
constrictor around him as my balls snugged up to my shaft
so hard I thought they would come shooting out of my dick.
I don't think my dick had ever been harder than when I lost
control and shot my second load of that night.

  Pale streamers of fluid rained down all over both of us.
One reached as high as Jess' ear, while his chest and
stomach were totally wetted down with sticky milky fluid.
What didn't spray on him, fell back on me. I slowly became
aware that he too was lost in an orgasm of such intensity
that he was blinded. I could feel the spasms of him as he
pounded into me. He groaned strongly from deep in his
throat. Finally, an eternity later, he stopped, embedded
completely in me. His arms shook with weakness. I knew the
feeling.

  He started to withdraw himself and I clenched down on
him, shaking my head emphatically from side to side. I did
not want him to leave me right now. I *really* liked having
him in me. I planned on us doing this more. I wanted to try
everything under the sun, but I knew this would always hold
a special place in my heart forever more.

  Jess carefully laid himself out on top of me, careful not
to crush me. I took his weight easily and wrapped my arms
around him. I found his lips with my own and kissed him
hard. I practically sucked the breath out of him. My hands
ran down his flanks and onto his butt. The hard muscles
there felt so good under my sensitive fingers. I trailed
them up his back and wrapped him into an embrace. His hands
framed my face and he looked into my eyes. I became lost in
the depths of his. The gray washed over and around me. So,
this is love, I thought to myself.

"That was totally amazing Brandon," he breathed into my
ear. I was happy. I also noticed he was still hard, not
softening or lessening in any way.

"I loved it. Almost as much as I love you," I whispered
back into his ear. His eyes. They were what made him
special. That was because I now knew they had always seen
me. That is, seen me as special, right from the beginning,
when he first saw me. They were gazing at me now, stunned
wonder shining in them.

"I love you too Brandon. I always have."

"Think we can do this again now," I asked, hope plain to a
deaf man and certainly to this one. He laughed and nodded.
I knew that we had hours yet to explore and that maybe a
lifetime. My plans were a success, I think, in both our
minds. I was his and he mine. What more could I want?

Finis