Date: Mon, 14 Dec 2009 08:41:19 -0800 (PST)
From: stoicactor@hotmail.com
Subject: Chase Naked Chapter 4

DISCLAIMERS

All the usual disclaimers apply. This is not for readers under the age of
18 or for anyone where such literature is unlawful. So please don't go
further if you fit into either category. This story involves an evolving
romance between two teenaged boys who become intimate physically and engage
in sexual acts. If same-gender love or sexual contact offends you, you have
come to the wrong website and should avoid my story and everything else you
find here. If you are still here, I thank you for reading and hope you
enjoy it. I give a special thanks to Logey, a shrewd critic and adviser on
pop youth culture and gay teen sexual behavior.  Comments are welcome at
stoicactor@hotmail.com.  Your many emails have been a delight. I try to
respond to each. If you wrote and I failed to reply, I apologize.

Chase Naked Chapter 4

The first rays of sun filtering through the tall hickory tree outside the
window found us curled together nude. When the light fell on my face, I
slowly awakened and felt the softness of Chase's chest against my cheek. I
lay in the crook of his arm, with my arm draped over him just below his
navel. I never wanted the moment to end.

Coming out of a deep sleep, I was so relaxed and the house so quiet that
all of my senses were focused on Chase. He had a distinctive scent, not one
I could describe. I inhaled it. His face was slightly turned toward me, and
I could feel his breath in my hair.  As the light grew with the rising sun,
I could see his smooth skin almost as if it were magnified. I examined the
tiny crevices in his nipples.  I followed the curvature of his pecs. His
stomach was slightly convex as he lay on his back, and I withdrew my arm so
I could watch its rise and fall in sync with the slow rhythm of his
breathing. The sheet was pushed down below his balls. I was captivated by
the lushness of his black pubic hair and his hard penis now pointing right
at me. I felt my most tender feelings yet for this boy I had sought so long
and in whose strong arms I now lay. Was it a dream?

I moved my hand to the narrow trail of soft hair that sprang from his navel
and grew straight downward to his bush. As steadily as I could, I skimmed
my fingertips over the hairs to the tip of his penis, then moved around it
and went to where the dense hair curled above his penis. I moved my fingers
into the forest and left them there until he awakened after a few
minutes. A slight smile played across his face before his eyes opened, and
he moved his left hand to cover mine.

"Mmm, that's nice."

I turned to him, and we kissed, just a light kiss. Exhaling in a sudden
gust, he stretched his limbs and pulled me from against his side almost all
the way on top of him.

"You know I love you, right?"

"Yes, I know," I said.

For the next two hours we lay in each other's embrace, still spent from the
night's intense sex but craving intimacy now in a joining of our thoughts
and a sharing of our history of standing apart.

Chase told me that he began to want to be my friend in the first grade but
that his father monitored very closely which boys he could associate
with. I was not on the approved list from the beginning because of my
religion. Most Catholics in our city went to Catholic schools, but my
mother did not like the exclusivity and sent me instead to public
schools. Of course, that made me stand out enough for word to be around so
that anybody who was suspicious of Catholics would be aware that I was
different. It made for some awkward moments, but I never once thought that
it was my church that kept Chase so removed.

Shadrack Bowers even came to school that first year to get a look at what
he called "the Catholic kid." He served notice on his son that he was never
to have anything to do with me. He spoke to the principal about it. Then
time passed, and the busy preacher forgot my name and red hair and never
renewed his order to Chase, though his faithful son never forgot and
strictly obeyed. For nearly sixteen years, Chase had lived in awe and fear
of his father. He never challenged him.

Both of us yearned for some bond between us long before even the earliest
signs of sexual awakening. Chase thought that I was a kind of mysterious
kid, quiet and studious. I thought he was this totally self-assured boy who
could do anything. My greatest misperception of Chase Bowers was that he
had many truly close friends. In fact, I now learned, though he hung out
with a lot of kids who sought his company, he never had anyone to whom he
would bare his soul. There was this line beyond which he allowed no one to
pass. Kids liked to gather around him in groups, and they would vote him
into leadership positions. When the school day was done, they wanted more
of him. While he was often out in town with his friends, he always kept a
part of himself beyond their reach.

His father would allow kids to come over to the Bowers home, but always
wanted to pull them into his study so he could try to proselytize
them. Kids hated that.

"So I have been lonely for a long time," Chase said. "My father embarrassed
me. Even if it was somebody from my church, he would have to set them down
and give them some kind of little lesson. He is always in control. He won't
be quiet. So even in grade school I had learned that you don't invite
friends over."

Jamie, the boy Ms. Bowers mentioned, was a kid Chase met at a soccer rally
when they were thirteen. He went to another school, but they became
friends,, talked on their cell phones and chatted online. Chase was invited
to spend the night at Jamie's home and had a great time. His parents were
relaxed and playful.

"I never asked about their religion. It didn't come up and didn't seem
important. I still don't think it was."

So Jamie came for a night with Chase. They played video games, shot pool in
the gameroom and talked about sports and their schools and movies. About 9
p.m. Chase's father came home and met Jamie. In a little while, he pulled
Jamie away from the pool table and took him to his study. A half-hour later
Jamie went to Chase's room crying and said he was homesick, claiming that
he had never spent the night with anyone before. He called his parents to
come and get him. All communication between them stopped after Chase said
goodbye from the front door. He knew his father had been up to his old
tricks, doing what the preacher called "toiling in the vineyard of the
Lord."

Chase wanted to know when I first felt something sexual toward him, a tough
question. After searching my memory, I decided that it was when I began
masturbating sometime after my 13th birthday.  I saw him one day in the
hall in gym shorts and for only a fleeting moment I glimpsed his
bulge. That night he became my exclusive fantasy. I felt so inadequate by
comparison, however, that I could not imagine him with me, but I could,
like a voyeur, observe him unnoticed in his bed. And when my fantasy Chase
exploded in orgasm, my little dribble would flood over my eager hand.

"So when did you start imagining us together?"

"Not till the first night that we talked on the phone."

"Not until then? Dude!"

"So when did you turn on to me?"

"Oh, same as you, about the time puberty hit me in the balls, but it was
different with me. I had you in my bed from the start. Until maybe a year
ago we would lay close to each other and watch each other jack off. Then I
got brave, wanted more, and we did other things."

"Like what?"

"Like what didn't we do?"

Chase laughed and suddenly kissed me just as his mother called from the
stairway.

She had a voice out of a fifties sitcom, always perky, like nothing's ever
wrong behind the white picket fence.

"You've got forty-five minutes, boys."

"Thanks, Mom."

"Chase? Shower before breakfast. Bryan, too."

I had to ask Chase about the concern with showers or washing up.

"Dude, do you always have to shower before eating with your dad? Your Mom
was fretting about us washing up before a snack yesterday. What's the
story?"

"He's obsessed with it. Sorry. I love my dad, but, Bryan, you can bet that
he is probably right now in the VIP lounge at the airport showering. He'll
walk in at 9 on the dot looking and smelling like a model from the Big and
Tall Men's Store....Uh, hey, we better hurry. Looks like we gotta shower
together to save time."

Chase grinned. Then two naked young lovers piled eagerly into that big
shower with the clear-glass doors and two shower heads and a statue of a
classical cherub with big wings and a tiny penis. The cherub holds a large
pitcher tipped as if pouring water down on us.

Chase quickly pinned me against the wall with a deep, lingering kiss. His
hands traveled over my ribs and across my chest down to where my penis was
swelling about as fast as a car air bag in a crash. I was suddenly so
overcome with the joyous freedom of the moment that I started crying. Chase
joined me in tears.

"Gotta hurry," he said, as he handed me a bar of soap and took one for
himself.

At a furious pace, we began lathering each other, our hands moving swiftly
to bring us to a state of cleanliness that would not incur the wrath of
this preacher man I was about to meet. What happened next, though, surely
would have been a call to arms for Pastor.

Our bodies move effortlessly against each other as we kissed while writhing
like snakes. Something about the slickness of soap inspired wider
exploration. My hands skidded down Chase's back to his muscular butt, and I
slipped my fingers through the smooth crevice between his hips, touching
his hole for the first time. He yelped and returned the pleasure. Only the
constraint of time kept us from a natural progression to a new intimacy.

Guiding our penises under the water to rinse, Chase reached for a bottle of
manly smelling cream rinse and quickly slathered it on his penis as soon as
the soap suds washed away.

"Turn around, baby," he said, swiveling me quickly to face the marble wall.

He scooted up close behind me and his hard penis slipped between my thighs
just below my skinny hips. As I leaned forward with my hands on the wall, I
felt it push all the way through and gasped as the head pressed on the back
of my ball sac. I pushed out from the wall enough to look down and see the
tip peeking around the side of my sac for a moment. Chase was upon me,
breathing heavily in my ear and kissing the back of my neck. His hand came
around my side and wrapped around my penis and started pumping it as his
penis moved back and forth lodged between my thighs. We said nothing, doing
no more than soft moaning in the urgency of this rushed sex. I felt my
balls getting tight and knew the telltale spasms driving his thrusts. We
were both close.

At the moment of orgasm, I felt great ropes of my cum spurting onto the
polished marble wall of the shower. Chase bit the back of my neck lightly
as his cum bathed the rear of my sac then exploded around it when he thrust
forward, letting some of his cum join mine on the marble.

When it was over we were both panting and laughing. I was so happy I looked
up at the cherub.

"Hope you liked watching," I said, looking up then collapsing into Chase's
arms dissolving in giggles. "You know he hasn't got the dick for it."

"I never have paid any attention to that damn baby angel before," Chase
said, pointing at him. "Hey, boy, when that dick gets a little longer, you
can join us...Oh, god, we gotta hurry."

We stumbled out of the shower. As I reached for a towel, Chase stopped me
and took a towel and tenderly dried every part of me, even kneeling to lift
and dry my feet.

"Sometime, baby, I will give you an old-fashioned foot washing. It's very
Christian, you know."

I didn't know what that would be but could imagine how Chase washing
anything for me would be like heaven.

Chapter 5 introduces us to Pastor, perhaps later this week. Comments
welcome at stoicactor@hotmail.com.