Date: Sat, 31 Jan 2004 17:32:39 -0500
From: Eric Lattenhaus <erotic_dreams_story@hotmail.com>
Subject: EROTIC DREAMS - Number 3 - Kyle and Jason part 2: a continuation
EROTIC DREAMS - Number 3 - Kyle and Jason part 2
Separate short stories of male-male ('gay') sex
by Eric L. Email, send to Eric:
erotic_dreams_story@hotmail.com
By popular demand, Kyle and Jason's story continues here. This is
"Kyle and Jason PART 2" I hope you enjoy it and write me. --Eric
THIS STORY IS ENTIRELY UNTRUE AND FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY.
It does not represent my actions or anyone else's. I claim a right
to have fantasies that I never did and will never do, and to have
fun with them and share them with others like-minded, for
entertaining reading and feedback. --Eric L.
EROTIC DREAMS will be one-chapter quickies, each about a different
HIGH SCHOOL student. Each will be a little stand-alone story--with
an exception here and there, where the story may go to 2 or 3 parts.
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EROTIC DREAMS - Number 3 IF UNDER LEGAL AGE, DO NOT READ!
Kyle and Jason part 2 ````````````````````````````````
I was stunned. I saw the sincerity in his eyes. Something
warm and glowing came out of those eyes. Then tears. Then
a long silence. His tears dropped on my chest. But doubt
lingered inside me--and disappeared when beautiful Jason
put his hand softly on my swollen package and said
something about love.
"Oh, God, Jason!"
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"It's not just sex," Jason said, his mouth open to accommodate
his heavier breathing.
"I know . . . . Same here." I was totally breathless as Jason
more firmly rubbed my aching bulge, with his lips closer to my
face. His look became strange.
"You're wearing a jock, I can feel it. You'll kill yourself
wearing these things," Jason said, as he slid off my wet bathing
suit, then the jock strap.
"Uhhh!" I said, as warm sunlight filtered through the trees,
aiding the warm air in heating my dick. My little erection loved
the shock of going from cool to warm. Then I heard Jason take in
a sudden breath.
"Kyle--you're even more beautiful naked. That's not true for
very many guys."
"Mmmm," I moaned, smiling. 'I'm beautiful to him. Yesss!'
"Kyle--you have the most beautiful dick in the world. It's
perfect."
"No, I thought YOU!" He just looked at me and smiled.
Then Jason seemed to realize he needed to be naked, too. And he
stood and stripped for me. Oh, my God! The man of my dreams was
going to take it all off inches from my face. And he did. He
had beautiful everything. And his hard dick was even more
fantastic up close. But there was something else--something
besides hardons and precum, which we had plenty of. It was
something I could feel in the quiet; something I could feel as
Jason's eyes went from my cock to my face; as his expression
turned loving and caring.
I saw this invisible thing as his face moved closer to mine, and
felt it when he kissed me; when his lips, barely touching mine,
were alive with wonderful things. And when he pressed harder,
and his whole body seemed to follow the lead of his lips and push
into me. His arms under me lifted more than my body off the
rocky ledge.
Jason was in control. I was Jello. I was loving it, though. He
kissed my body as if his life depended on covering every inch of
me. "Oh, oh, oh," I moaned as his touch ignited me, and my arms
reached out frantically to wrap around him.
I wanted to say, 'Jason, make love to me,' but by then, I
couldn't move my tongue or my mouth to form a single word. The
sounds of our combined hot breaths and Jason's hundreds of kisses
brought the greatest sexual desire I had ever known.
"Oh, Kyle," he whispered, as he took my aching dick slowly into
his mouth. At that moment his hands slid to my nipples and I
shouted. It was like an electric shock all over.
Somehow the sexiest boy in town got everything I had into his
mouth. My cock and balls felt so warm and cared for, mingling
together in the gentle embrace of Jason's sexy lips and tongue.
Soon, my beautiful lover boy sucked my hardness until I could
take it no longer, and right then, he stopped.
"OHHH!" I yelled, but Jason went on. From a jar retrieved from I
don't know where, he lubricated me, lifted my legs, and licked
the flavored lube off. He slid his fingers in and out of me
until I nearly collapsed from sheer pleasure. He lubed me again
and his imposing seven-inch shaft, and pushed himself into me.
All the energy within me suddenly released as I screamed into his
embrace.
"Oh, yes!" Jason said.
"Oh, Jason."
His chest was heavy on top of me at first as his raw male urges
burst upon him, taking him by surprise. The pleasure exploded in
his hips and the shaft of his love, sending tremors through him
and into me.
He was thick--and when he started to really pump himself into me,
I knew it was a man that had entered me. And when he hugged so
tenderly as he pleasured himself and me with him, I knew he was a
good man. He gave me the heat, warmth, and thickness of his
beautiful penis, and I gave him my passageway, my wetness, and
tightness to help make his pleasure possible. And my little dick
would either shoot from the pleasure of his lovemaking, or he
would take care of it later.
The breeze and little sounds of nature combined with ours, and I
was swept up in the magic of Jason, maleness to maleness, and the
wind and the sun. Something changed, and my lover made sweet,
urgent sounds in his throat.
It was his cock now--his thick, long, man-dick, and his hips, his
muscles--pounding themselves into me, his cock into me, forcing
itself inside my tightness, slapping and slamming against me,
letting me feel the heat and strength and size of his hot male
organ, which thrilled my insides, and made my little dick shiver
with impossible anticipation. Anticipation of his cum--his hot
cum. That's what he had done to me--make me beg and starve for
his maleness, and wait for his cum.
His penis thickened, then he shouted. He shot the essence of his
manhood into me--gave me that part of himself that I could keep
and never give back. It would combine with me and I would always
have that magic, potent part of him. Nothing could take it back
now, I thought, as Jason did a mighty dance of powerfully
thrusting himself into me, over and over, a continual massive
pounding--the pressure on my little body enormous but I welcomed
every throb and slap of him, and each one had a corresponding
pulse and throb inside me.
I thought I would cum, but Jason sensed this and suddenly slowed,
becoming gentle. He had given himself to me, and while I
squeezed the shaft of his pleasure, I had absorbed him as well.
My cock knew this and was begging for more.
"Oh, Kyle," he said strongly, with a deep voice that shook all of
me. He thrust into me a few more times before he pulled his hard
warmth out of me. Immediately Jason's hot mouth engulfed my
little Kyle Junior.
"Ohhhh!" I said, and I came. I filled my lovers mouth with the
nectar he was seeking, and loved the gulping sounds he made as he
swallowed me. Hot cum never shot so urgently out of me, nor ever
was there so much. I could hardly breathe as the cannon blasts
of my built-up lust exploded inside my manly lover. Though his
was the greater gift, now I had given him my essence, too.
Jason made love to me, all right. He took me to the edge which I
loved, made love to me inside and out, then satisfied my
desperate lust at the last.
It was like my cum invigorated him, sparked him.
"Kyle, KYLE!" and he let his body fall to mine. The heat of him
alone excited me, as the feel of his heaving breaths thrilled me.
He was cooling, now. My hands were rubbing and soothing his
muscles.
And my reward was his kiss.
Tongues never danced so beautifully, lips and breaths never
combined so desperately, and love never satisfied so sweetly, as
that day when Jason made love to me on a rocky ledge, atop Cobb's
hill, and took my virginity with his amazing manly beauty and
power, his thick, sexual scepter. There was no one else in the
world I wanted to give it to. Now, he had that, and I had him.
erotic_dreams_story@hotmail.com Please write to me.
(END: EROTIC DREAMS - Number 3 - Kyle and Jason part 2)
THANK YOU for reading. Please let me know what you think.
Should there be one more part to this story?
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NOTE: There is nothing dangerous or negative about wearing jock straps.
They are perfectly good and healthful--and often necessary support
and protection for the testicles. Jason's reference to "you'll kill
yourself wearing those things" was merely a literary device.
If you can't be an athlete, at least go to the games, and wear a
jock. Better yet, take one home.
If you have a criticism about the story, please say what it is,
and then how you'd like me to fix the situation. If you praise
something, it would mean a lot to me to know why you liked that.
Thank you. --Eric
erotic_dreams_story@hotmail.com
EROTIC DREAMS - Number 3 - Kyle and Jason part 2
* NOTE: The use of the word EPISODE is not meant to imply
serialization. Each chapter, part, or so-called episode is meant
to be a complete story in itself. Obviously, right now, that is
not true, because several readers' have encouraged a continuation
of Kyle and Jason's story. --Eric