Date: Sat, 4 Dec 1999 22:45:08 -0800 (PST)
From: Ben <hammben@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Even When I Dream" - Lionheart

Chapter 19: "Lionheart"

	Ohhhhh.... it felt so good.

	Gently letting my tounge probe his hot, willing mouth. The feeling
of his silky smooth warm skin under my fingers.... his warm breath against
my cheek... the feeling of his firm body under mine....  but.... why does
it feel like... like there's a spring...

	*BZZT BZZT BZZT*

	It was all a dream. Just another dream. I saw up in bed and groaned
in frustration as the realization of what had happened washed over me. I
sat up and rubbed my eyes, getting ready for another boring day at
school.... or night. Or something. Why is it dark out? What the hell....

	Suddenly, an arm draped itself over my chest.  I almost jumped out
of bed when I realized it was Chris. Soon, excitement began to course
through me as I realized it wasn't a dream! It was real! But.... did
we... ummmm... do it?

	"Uh, Chris. Ummmm.... what happened?" I felt like crawling under
the floorboards at that point.

	"You fell asleep. I guess all that sleeping in the woods caught up
to you." He smiled and gently ran his fingertips over my bare arm.  "We
didn't do anything, if thats what you're wondering."

	"But.... we were kissing..... and we were gonna...."

	"I asked you that question and you rolled over. Like out of
Dawson's Creek or some shit. Then you fell asleep. You looked so adorable
that I didn't want to wake you up. I watched you sleep for a while and then
I guess I fell asleep too."

	"What about my mom and dad?"

	"Your mom knocked on the door, but I told her we were reading the
Bible. I guess she bought it. She and your dad are out, they went to a
movie and probably will be out late. And Jason went out too."

	I couldn't help but laugh out loud. For the first time in my life,
I laughed like I meant it. This boy had put up with all my stammering and
self doubt and still covered for me when my parents came around. I felt a
smile cross my face as I gently embraced him, "So... now what?"

	"Now what what?" He smiled again, "We have all night to decide
that." As soon as he finished, he pressed his lips against mine and kissed
me deeply. Something about him made me feel like I was just falling or
something.

	"Is the door locked?" I asked in a voice just barely held together
from becomming a moan of passion.

	"Locked, cocked, and loaded, baby."

	We resumed kissing, gently exploring each others mouths with our
tounges and lips. At first I was shy. Almost intimidated. But the more we
kissed, the bolder I got. His heart was pounding through his shirt as I
rolled ontop of him, ignoring the squeaking of the bed springs.  His hands
traveled up the back of my shirt as he began to pull me against him.

	Once again, I felt that exquisite stiffness in his pants and I
eagerly thrust against it. I firmly planted my mouth against his neck and
began to suck and lick at his skin. He bit his lip and took my hand in his,
gently fondling the fingers and interlocking them with his lovingly.
Without much warning, his other hand darted towards my crotch, and in an
instant, I felt his almost impossibly strong hand squeeze the rock hard
bulge.

	"You never answered my question." He gasped into my ear.

	"You're serious about me and you.... serious about us?" I got the
words out like rapid fire, not wanting to loose the moment.

	"I love you, Josh. Make love to me."

	It was all the encouragement my young heart, mind, and soul needed
to hear. Having him raise his arms, I pulled off his sweatshirt which
revealed the tight v-neck t-shirt underneath.  The stark contrast between
the white shirt and the dark tan of his skin was almost too much to bear.

	Sitting up on the bed, I gazed down at my lover. His honey colored
hair was damp with sweat, as was his forehead.  His sparkling emerald eyes
shone with a delicious sexual desire.  Almost without thinking, I stradled
his hips and thrust my hands up under his shirt.  Running my hands over his
wonderful body, feeling the muscle, and connecting with him in yet anothet
new way. Chris arched his body and let out a beautiful moan of pure young
lust. Music to my ears.

	"Take off your clothes," He whimpered, gazing up at me, "Then take
my clothes off and make love to me. I've waited for so long.  Please.... oh
God, I need you." It almost sounded like he had a lump in his throat as he
said it.

	Not being one to defy, I quickly stripped myself of my own t-shirt
and tossed it over my shoulder, followed by my shoes and socks.  I still
had my boxers on, but I became preoccupied with another task at hand. The
first day I had seen Chris with his shirt off was in something like fifth
grade when he got his shirt all muddy and needed a change from home. As I
yanked his shirt off in the now, my mind compared the two. Although the
room was dark, except for the light from my desklamp, and hot both from the
summer day and the power of our arousal, I could see just fine. While he
may have once been skinny and pale, he was now muscular and bronzed. A deep
male groan snapped me back to reality as Chris thrusted his hips underneath
me, nearly knocking me off the bed. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath
and slipped my fingers down the front of his shorts while he spread his
legs.  With one good pull, both his shorts and briefs were down around his
knees.

	With some wonderful reluctance, I opened my eyes and saw
heaven. His .... uhhh.... love wand was about five and a half inches,
sticking out above an almost totally smooth wrinkled sac. But what made me
seriously woozy was the odd little bit of skin covering the helmet. My last
real coherent thought was that I had found the one other uncut gay teenage
male in the world.

	Chris raised his hips up off the bed and pulled his shorts and
underwear off, and tossed them onto the floor. He pulled me back down ontop
of him and ground his bare sex against my cloth covered crotch, making me
lightheaded. With the state I was in, I felt only a dim sense of shock as
he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of my boxers. Now that we were both
totally nude to the world, his warm hands grabbed my asscheeks and pulled
me against him. The sensation of his hard dick against mine was beyong
belief. As he pulled me to him, the bottoms of our young cocks rubbed
together as we both were leaking what felt like gallons of precum. Soon we
were nearly soaked. But we didn't care.

	His hot nutsac pushed against mine as we humped ourselves
together. He buried his tounge in my mouth as he gently ran his hand up and
down my back, grabbing and kneading in time with the throbbing of his
dick. Once of us had to make the first move and for probably the very first
time in my life, it was going to be me. Our lips parted and his whole body
shivered as he realized that we were going to the next level.

	Running my hands over his chest, I began to kiss my way down his
neck. Licking the hot, damp skin, I savored his natural scent. A little bit
of sweat, a little "alpine fresh" soap, and a lot of arousal. I could tell
I'd found a new addiction as I ran my lips down to his breastbone and onto
his rock hard nipples. Playing my tounge over his pecs, I brought it across
his pink buds. At the first contact, he moaned and his naked body squirmed
under me. Eagerly, I licked both of his nipples and relished at the feeling
of his sweaty body slipping around under mine.

	When I brought my tounge over his left pec, I felt his heart under
my tounge. For some odd, queer reason, that just egged me on that much
more! I rubbed my lips and tounge down his chest and around his belly
button, spurred on by the loud moans and cries of ecstasy from my love. Not
wanting to let the opportunity get by, my hand crept up his leg. A move I'd
dreamt about for years. Massaging his smooth thigh, I ever so gently rubbed
his balls with my fingertips. I knew it was now or never and in one swift
movement, took his cock deep into my mouth.

	Chris let out a loud yelp of pleasure and raised his hips up off
the bed.  As I heard him, a million different emotions raced through my
body. I wanted to savor this moment forever. The smell, the sounds, the
taste, all of it. He cried out as I fondled his balls, enjoying the gummy
taste of his cock in my mouth and the firm fleshyness of it. Letting my
tounge travel down his shaft, I felt the veins and bumps and little bulges
on his cock. Chris gently ran his fingers through my hair and over my neck
as I lovingly caressed his sex, drinking every drop of precum he
produced. I thrust the tip of my tounge into his slit, causing him to jerk
and nearly fall off the bed, so much so that I needed to steady him. One of
the jumbled thoughts in my head was how clean he kept himself. The only
smell down there was a hint of soap and natural teen hormone, which drove
me even closer to the edge.

	"Oh god, Josh. I need you in me, please..." He moaned and spread
his hips, giving me easy access to his tight pink hole.

	Releasing his cock from my mouth, I lubed up my finger in the
accumulated precum and saliva covering his dick. To my surprise, Chris
flopped over onto his belly, pushing his wonderful tight, pale butt in my
face. My head was nearly spinning as I spread his cheeks and pushed my
finger against his rosebud, feeling the hot tissue suck my finger in.  Soon
enough, I felt his prostate against my finger and I wiggled. Chris cried
out and humped the bed with a sexual ferocity I never thought could
exist. Nearly delirious with pleasure, I added another wet finger and
twisted them around, my hands shaking in anticipation of what was coming
next. Chris grabbed my free hand and sucked my two main fingers into his
hot mouth, licking them and sucking them hard. Once he released them,
promptly I thrust them into his hole and continued to loosen him up. His
constant stream of groans told me he was ready to go all the way.

	I quickly slipped all four fingers out of his ass as he got up on
all fours, pushing himself back to me. Nervously, I placed my cockhead
against his hole and began to push forward, sending jolts of endorphins
coursing through my young body. Chris sucked air through his teeth sharply,
before his tight ring went slack and it seemed as though some internal
force was pulling me inside. He pressed the back of his head against my
shoulder as, inch by inch, my cock entered and settled inside him. My heart
raced as I bottomed out inside his hot cavity, and slipped my hands around
to his stomach.

	Finally, we were together.

	He pushed his ass back onto my dick and I began to slide in and out
of him. My hands stroked and rubbed his smooth torso lovingly, before
finding their way down to his aroused manhood. I slowly wrapped one hand
around his cock and cupped his balls in the other hand. Timing my squeezes
and strokes with the thrust of my cock, I began to work him over. His body
jerked and squirmed in my arms as he moaned and bucked his hips. His hot
silky insides were bringing the cum out from deep in my soul, and at that
point, we became one person.  One entity. One loving mass.... moving and
thrusting together.

	With a loud yelp, Chris bucked his hips and his ass clamped down
hard on my cock. His dick unloaded all over the bed spread, sending his hot
cum all over his chest and belly and my hands. Some of it even splattered
onto his chin and neck. As he came, his ass gave me the most wonderful,
mindblowing cock massage I had ever felt. It was a million times better
than any jackoff session I could ever have had. The steady squeezing of his
ass sent me over the edge as I unloaded my balls into my lover, filling him
with my tender seed. He moaned loudly as my hot cum filled his ass and
began to dribble out around my cock and covered both our tender
nutsacks. We stayed in that position for several seconds until finally, his
hips buckled and we fell forward, a gasping, sweaty cluster of love.

	My cock slipped out of his hole as he rolled over onto his back,
gasping and breathing deeply. It took several minutes for both of us to
just recover from the physical drain of what we'd just accomplished. Once
we were both breathing normally, I didn't know what to say or do. But that
night, as I would do thousands of times during the course of our
relationship, I thanked GOD that I found someone not prone to uncomfortable
silences.

	Chris leaned up on his elbow and we looked at each other. He broke
into a grin and kissed me deeply. When the kiss broke, he hugged me
tightly, "Oh God. I love you so much. I love you so much, Josh." He gasped
into my ear, his naked body pressed against mine. I gently pulled off and
looked deep into his eyes, seeing my whole life, everything I'd been
through, everything that had happened to me. It all led up to this. A wave
of love washed over me as I kissed him and we hugged, not needing to say
anything else. Together, we climbed under the covers and embraced again, we
both drifted off to sleep together.

	I'm sure at some point during the night, I cried.

	I cried for myself when my brothers nearly killed me.

	I cried for Chris when he was cold and hungry and living in a car
when he was only eight years old.

	Finally, I cried for both of us. Tears of joy. And love.

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M.B.H. Jr.

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miss you baby, And I don't wanna miss a thing." -Aerosmith