Date: Tue, 12 Jul 2011 06:37:17 +0000
From: Ryan Westmen <ryan93111@hotmail.com>
Subject: directors cutt chapter 5

Directors Cutt chap 5

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Disclaimer

All places and events are fictional, meaning made up from my own mind. If
you don't like or appreciate m/m sex why are you here? Idiots. Also is you
are underage please go back now but I can't stop you and it means more
readers for me :)

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Enjoy :)
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Directors Cutt chap 5

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Today the seasons had collided. The unpredictable child had started off
sunny, and then clouds had frowned across her forehead. She'd sulked all
day and finally burst into a fitful rain. The brightest thing about my day
had been Jared and his confession of feelings he felt toward me, can you
believe it? ME!

I walked home in the calm after the storm. Beneath hanging figs, the aerial
roots create a cool shade as I walked home, nearly right in the centre of
the city. The sun was showing its happy face, behind clouds of sadness,
creating an intense apricot, highlighting the buildings and passers bye as
I walked home with a huge grin plastered on my small, tan face. I was in
the best mood of my life, considering my life at the moment, he was just
perfect even the way he confessed his love for me was, perfect. Well maybe
it wasn't quite love but he said it could easily develop into that right? I
turned the corner into my neighborly street, the huge grin suddenly
dropping, I remembered I had to go home, back home where I would be
spending hours, alone with him, can I even call him my father anymore he
sure wouldn't call me his son. To him I'm just a stain on the family's
untarnished image, an unwashable stain, one that can be thrown out, out of
their lives into one of loneliness. No, Jared wouldn't let that happen to
me, would he I mean it's not like we're dating or anything, I mean yet, I
hope he does decide he wants to date me. Reaching the front door of my
house I inserted the key and proceeded to turn the lock. Click. Please
don't let him be home, please. I walked into my house taking off my shoes
and walking into the kitchen to see if dad was home. The kitchen was empty,
the lounge room, empty, thank god for that. I can't even stand to be in the
house and just wait for him to come home. I decided to go for a run, clear
my thoughts, get some fresh air. I quickly ran up to my room to change,
running shorts and a tank top. I walked back down the stairs and slipped
into my running shoes. The fresh air running through my brown locks,
inhaling the freshness really helped me to clear my thoughts of everything,
of my father, of my future in that house, even of Jared. In, out, in, out,
I focused on the rhythm of my heavy breaths, my feet padding along to the
same beat, the downfall had made the dry green plains of the park turn into
small green lakes, forcing everybody to walk along the relatively dry
cement paths, couples, mothers, children even runners all squirming to get
their own space. A lady with a double pram, walking with her twins came
along the path; I stepped out onto the wet, mud stricken plains giving her
safe passage, still treading along to the beats of my short
breaths. Suddenly one of my steps hit a patch of mud, my foot sliding and
then collapsing underneath me sending me down to the hard, wet ground the
sudden impact causing me to hitch my breath, my left calf slid along the
rough surface of the path, scraping all up the side of my calf, instantly
crimson red liquid started to flow from the gash, my clothes soaked through
from the pools of mud and water, completely soaked through with cold
dampness, my bottom lip started quivering I was so cold. I stood up red in
the face from embarrassment to assess the damage, well I didn't look to
bad, actually scratch that there was blood flowing down my leg down into my
socks and shoes, I think I need a doctor now, Jared could be a doctor, a
damn hot doctor, I could see him standing next to my bed making all my
pains go away, fixing them with his soft lips, caressing the cut up my left
calf, moving to my soft, young thigh, then up to my, owww, okay my leg was
really stinging now. I started jogging home with a slight limp, every step
I felt the stinging of fresh blood coming from the gash. Finally my street,
I was jogging down the quiet neighborhood, when I came to Jared's house. I
was looking at his front door, well now's as good a time as any to see if
he will be my doctor. I walked up to the front door and knocked, what if
his aunts there, damn never thought of that. After about two seconds the
door flew open, Jared looked into my soul with his deep blue eyes. He
scanned the length my body when his eyes opened wide as saucers "God what
happened to you?"

"Is there a doctor in the house" I said with a small giggle and a
wink. Jared's house was an old terrace, clean and sparse with Japanese art
hanging everywhere inside. I wasn't exactly as presentable as I could have
been, but if we're going to go beyond square one, he'd see me like this
sooner or later. Besides, after the fall I just had, I didn't feel like
going home and licking my wounds alone, not when he could lick it for me. I
wanted to see Jared, wanted to lie in warm water and be soothed. He put his
arm around me and despite the mess I was in, the contact was electric. It
flowed from the shoulders to the tips of everything. Out and beyond and
back again.

"Can I use your bathroom?"

"Sure, cutie" he smiled his stupid grin at me as I walked out of his grip
into the bathroom. The bathroom had a deep, sunken bath, with lots of
tropical greenery growing organically around it, and glass doors that
opened onto a darkened courtyard. On hot summer nights this would be
paradise.

"You want a bath or a shower?"

"Both. Bath first with disinfectant. Then a shower so I don't smell like a
hospital"

"Hospitals can be pretty sexy, if you're in them" he said with a wink as he
turned on the taps, filling the huge, deep bath "I'll be in the lounge
room. If you want anything just whistle. You know how to whistle, don't
you?"

"Kind of, maybe, you should just stay in here" I said with a wicked smile
on my lips. He smiled and shut the bath door, when he left I did whistle, a
low whistle to myself. The bathroom was filling up with steam and I
wondered how much of it I was contributing. I took of my tight running
shorts, easing them over the purple and red lump that was oozing out of my
leg. On the way I discovered a few more bumps and bruises. I tipped up the
bottle of disinfectant and watched it swirl milkily into the warm
water. Then I stepped in gingerly, waiting for the sting that would cleanse
the wound. There was a soft knock on the door, before I could answer it
opened. "Thought this would help" Jared said with a smile holding up a
bottle of water

"Thanks" taking the bottle from him he closed the door and stepped closer
to me

"How did you get that" he said looking at the swollen gash on my leg.

"A possessed dog. There is a long story but it can wait till later I said
reaching my hand out onto his strong forearm

"Let's have a look at it" he said putting his bottle down on the tiled
floor and I showed him my leg. "Hmmm... I think you will live" he said
while rubbing the inside of my leg as he put it back in the water. He took
another sip of his water and I took a big gulp "Would you like me to wash
your back?" this time I sipped instead of gulping. It wasn't my back that
needed washing, although that was as good a place as any to start.

"You might get wet"

"I'll take my clothes off"

"What if your aunt comes home, that's just what she wants to see, two naked
boys cuddling in her bath"

"She works late, she won't be home till about 9" he'd already started
getting undressed, pulling his tight shirt up over his neck like men do,
revealing a completely chiseled chest, to firm Pecs with a deep valley
between, leading down to a six pack, the tight muscles contracting as he
threw his shirt to the side, a small dusting of fine blonde hairs
travelling from his navel down to the waist of his jeans. He breathed in to
undo his jeans. This was always a moment of truth for me, the first time I
saw a naked body. Sometimes the shape looked alright in clothes but the
skin wasn't right, or there were rolls of fat, or too-well developed Pecs
that made them look like they had tits. But if angels had bodies, they'd
look like this. He was long and graceful, with skin that shone like
copper. I took another sip of water and almost chocked, his flacid member
looked to be 6 inches soft! Nice trimmed back blond pubes with a vein up
the left side. My face flushed at the sound I made and I looked away at the
greenery. He stepped down into the bath and I moved my legs aside. The
water lulled over the sides but I didn't care "turn around, cutie"

I turned; he cupped water and dribbled it down my back. Then soap in small
circles and hands massaging my shoulders, then down the vertebrae, all the
way down to the top of my ass. "Lean back" he whispered guiding me back
with his strong hands I felt his muscles warming my back, safely locking me
in place. His soft member beginning to harden at the touch of my soft
skin. He poured water down my hairless midsection. Then slowly moved his
hands in small circles around my four pack, tracing the soft curves of my
skin. I closed my eyes and sighed, I was floating on bubbles of champagne
unable to wipe the grin off my face, I felt no pain in his warm embrace. He
leaned and kissed my forehead, he leaned back still tracing elegant circles
in my skin, slowly getting lower to my hips, my inner thighs then back up
again, his hard member poking into my lower back the whole time, I sighed
in contentment and then let my whole body fall back into my pillow.

Next thing I knew I felt the water level slowly going down and the door
softly closing. I slowly woke my body back up stepped out of the bath and
dried quickly but tenderly, lightly dabbing the sore spots. His bathroom
cupboard was full of medical stuff, creams, bandages, adhesives. There was
also the other side of things: the bath oils, herbal preps, vitamins. I put
some vitamin E on my minor bruises and cuts and a thick wad of bandage on
the gash.

"Jared?"

"In the kitchen, buddy, come give us a hand to take some of this stuff out"
He looked me up and down, mostly the areas my towel was covering "would you
like to slip into something a little more comfortable or would you rather
eat naked? I know which one I would rather" looking back down at my crotch
with a smile. I'd tried that before. It was nowhere near as erotic as you
would think: your ass and back would keep sticking to the chair and
dragging as you pulled it away.

"I'll slip into something a little more comfortable... Like your bed" I
said with a mischievous grin. He chuckled at this

"Here, take this" he said, handing me two plates with perfect bacon and
cheese omelet's. YUM.

"I'll get you some pants" he brought back a midnight blue pair of CK's with
a silver waistband. I slid into the size to large briefs, and felt the soft
caress of the material; they felt like Jared's body, beautiful. He gave me
another bottle of water and I started to walk off down the hall. "Hey,
where are you going?"

"I told you, I'm slipping into your bed" I said continuing down the hall to
find which one could be his room

"Second on the left" I followed his directions into a plain white room,
posters on the wall a huge queen sized be in the middle, a desk to the left
across from the door, nice, cute, I love it. I went and sat on his bed,
feeling the safe, softness, I laid back nuzzling my face into the
pillows. Being enveloped by the scent of Jared, green apples and
sex. breathing big I felt the bed dip with added weight. I felt two strong
arms envelope me into a warm embrace. I turned to face Jared, his stupid
grin never leaving his gorgeous face.

"Remember you said we could practice something" he said with his crooked
smile as he leaned down into me. I lifted my head up to meet his, our lips
connecting; fireworks went off on my lips travelling all through my mouth,
making their way all over my slender frame. His lips were softer now then
when I put my hand on them earlier. His mouth moving in sync with mine,
then I felt the wetness of his tongue on my small lips. I immediately
opened my mouth to allow him entry. His tongue and mine exploring each
other's mouths, feeling our way through the unknown territory. His breath
even smelt like green apples. His hand came up to my left cheek, caressing
the soft skin of my face, while his other moved down to my hip playing with
the waistband of my briefs. My hands moved to his back, while the other
explored his muscled chest, the briefs the only thing separating us from
being as close as we can, containing our straining hard-ons, I moved my
hand lower feeling the recesses of his six-pack the muscles like velvet
underneath his bronze skin. Going lower I felt his light treasure trail, I
stopped to play with the soft, light hairs, and then continued down
lower. I felt the tip of his hard member through the thin material of his
briefs, it felt massive it had to be at least 8 inches, bigger than
mine. As I grasped his hardness through the material. We heard the closing
of the front door

"Jared, Jared you home honey" his aunt was home. Shit. Jared sprang of the
bed and grabbed a shirt and pants that were just lying on his floor, he
struggled to fit into it, it was mine, the material stretched to
accommodate his biceps and formed tight around his middle

"Get dressed quick!" he panicked, ran out of the room closing the door "I'm
here Aunt Emma" I heard him yell to her I quickly climbed of the warm bed
and found my pants, but he had my shirt so I had to wear one of his. I put
on his red shirt he had on earlier, the fabric hung loose, and his smell
was intoxicating. I began to open the door when it was pushed forward and
hit me in the forehead "OWWW!" I winced. Jared quickly grabbed my mouth and
laid me back on the bed

"You need to go, through the window, she can't see you, please" he said
taking quick breaths

"Okay, can I get one for the road?" I said grinning at him. His hand came
up and grabbed the back of my neck, pulling me forward into his face, his
lips brushing mine, his tongue snaking into my mouth wrestling with mine
again

"Jared I have some clean clothes for you"

"Okay go now" he said hurrying me along

"Okay I'm going" I walked over to his window. As he opened it I grabbed his
head and pulled him in for one more kiss

"Okay now I'm good" I climbed out his window just as his bedroom door
opened. So close, I walked back around the front and grabbed my muddy
runners, then walked down the street to my house. As I approached the
driveway I noticed my dad's car was sitting there, I began breathing
heavier, quicker, he was home and mom wasn't. I opened the front door and
walked into the silent house, I walked past the kitchen doorway when a
bellowing voice commanded "Sit, now, we need to talk" I began shaking as I
walked into the kitchen and sat down across from my father, his face as
hard as stone but his eyes burning with hate, I swallowed hard not wanting
to be here.....


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Authors note: so this chapter got a bit steamy ;) hope you enjoyed it and
what will Ryan's dad have to say :S comments, suggestions, want to talk,
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