Date: Sun, 17 Apr 2011 08:27:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: Matthew Stachkunas <matthews2464@yahoo.com>
Subject: Immortal Love Chapter 6 (High School)

This story is a complete work of fiction. Names, characters and incidents are a
product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to real people or events is
completely coincidental. This story may contain descriptions of sexual
interactions. If you are uncomfortable reading such material or are not
permitted to do so legally, please leave this page now.
This story is the property of co-authors Matt S. and Matt L. and can be
contacted at matthews2464@yahoo.com. All comments are welcome.

Immortal Love

Chapter 6

After a sound sleep with Chris' arms wrapped around him, Jay was startled by
some kind of commotion from down the hall. He then realized that his job was to
protect Chris first, so he sprung to life as his protective instinct took over.
He quickly found his baton next to his pants on the floor and got himself into
position to strike. As soon as Jay had left the bed, it stirred Chris into a
state of confusion. He heard the same noise as well, and then Chris realized
what the noise was and who it was coming down the hall. He yelled out to Jay
just at that very moment Jerry and Albert had crashed through his door.

"J - a - ay ... NO - o - o!!"


Jerry and Albert, who were Chris' best friends, stood stunned by the whole
scenario of a half-naked guy with a lethal weapon at hand, ready to pulverize
them at any second. They halted. Then warily looked over Jay's shoulders to
Chris and gave him a pleading look of gratitude for his sudden outburst.
Otherwise, they probably would've been the neighbor's dog next meal.



Although Jay never really swung his baton, he had been taught never to strike
until his enemy strike him or his client first. Chris quickly told Jay who they
were as he turned to look at Chris while cautiously watching the other two boys.
He then became rather upset, not at Chris, but mostly at himself for not doing
his job more thoroughly. He should've known whose Chris' friends were, where
they lived, how often they visited and so on. Jay felt completely humiliated.
Then he dropped his head and his baton to his side, and then spoken in a soften
tone that only Chris heard him. All the while this was happening, the boys went
back to goofing around and poking at each other.

"I wasn't going to hurt them." He said. "I was just reacting to the unexpected
intrusion."

            Chris knew Jay was upset, yet he felt there was something more to
his own annoyance, over his friends' unexpected intrusion. After last night
moment of connection between them, it was as if Chris and Jay had become as
one--one soul. Yet, he knew that Jay had something on his mind last night until
Chris finally took him into his bed and their bodies and souls finally were
joined as one being as they slept soundly last night.

He turned to glare at Jerry and Albert who were totally oblivious of the intense
moment in the room. Chris had to clear his throat, which at first they didn't
hear him. Then he repeated it more raucously, they then stopped their joking
around as they had seen Chris was annoyed. They felt somewhat embarrassed, even
though their intention was to simply surprise him on the first morning back
home. They didn't expect him to have company.



            "We wanted to surprise you." Jerry spoke first.

            "Yeah ... we didn't know," Albert felt embarrassed, "that you weren't
alone."

            "Guys, can you give me, and Jay, a minute or two," Chris pleaded
look finally had to say, "P-L-L-EASE!?!"



            "Uh, ... yeah, sure dude," Jerry said as he and Albert both backed out
the door. "We'll just wait for you in the living room"

            Jerry left first, then Albert. He turned to close the door behind.
Chris then turned around to face Jay. He found that his face was flush from
humiliation. His annoyance seemed to inflame as to how stupid he felt over the
chain of events that occurred. However, Chris knew it was something else,
something much deeper than some adolescence's prank.



            "Jay, ... babe?" Chris inquired, gently lifting Jay's chin to look up
at him. "What's wrong?"

            "I was only doing my job," he burbled as his eyes were about to tear
up, "but I wasn't going to hurt them, honestly."

            "I know that." Chris affirmed. "B-u-t?!?"

            "Well!?! ... There is something else that I really need to talk to you
about ..." Jay began and then paused as a tear escaped one of his eyes and rolled
down his cheekbone. "... about me ... and ... about someone that was very special to
me."

            "Wait a sec ..." Chris said as he ran out of the room. He knew this
was going to take longer than a few minutes. "I'll be right back."

While Chris was out of the room, Jay tried to dismiss whole scene. He wiped
tears off his face and grabbed his clothes off the floor. He got dress, but
didn't realized that Chris was standing there waiting for him two feet away,
waiting patiently for some further explanation about his past. He tried to look
up at Chris, but he let it go and finish getting dress.

            "Chris, it's kind of a long story." Jay muttered as he got up to
leave the room. "Why don't you go and hang out with your friends? We can talk
about another time."



            "Oo-oh, no, you don't. Don't you even think about it." Chris stopped
him. Chris grabbed his hand and motioned for him to sit back down.
"I've already told Jer and Al, I would call them later." Chris said. "Now, you
need to tell me what's bothering you. It seems to be more important than them
right now."



            Jay shuffled around the bed to make some excuse to try to leave the
room, but somehow he knew that Chris' efforts were sincere, but adamant. He knew
Chris was ready to listen to him. So, Jay waited for Chris to sit down next
him.  Jay finally moved to the center of the bed, he patted the bed next to him
and Chris followed his lead.



Then Jay began. . . .


            "Chris, how old do you think I am?" he asked.


            "Well, I would guess about 18--give or take a year," Chris answered.



            "No, actually I am older. Much, ... much older than that."

            "OK, then ... so" Chris inquired, though confused, "you might be much
older. How much older?"



            "Chris, ..." Jay waited and then sighed. He blurted, "I'm 110 years
old. I was born in 1901. Honestly."

            Now Chris was confused. He looked at Jay perplexedly. He wasn't even
sure if he was even being serious, or that maybe he really believed he was that
old.

            "O-o-kay. So you don't look a day older than 18," Chris tried to
feel his way around his approaching question, "What makes you THINK you are over
a hundred years old?"

            "I don't THINK it, Chris ..." Jay clarified. "I KNOW it. ... I am 110.
I just stopped aging when I turned 19. And to this day, I haven't been able to
die even though I've came close."

            "Jay, come on," Chris tried chuckled a bit, "Do you really think
that?"

            Even though Chris tried to brush it off, he looked at Jay once again
and seen that he truly was serious about this. So, he had decided he better just
sit back and listen to what Jay had to say first, before he came to his own
conclusion about this whole aging thing. He turned to Jay and gave his serious,
but absolute attention. Then Jay was ready to tell his story.

"Let me see if I can get you to believe me. ..." He cleared his throat and thought
of the best place to start.



"When I was born I never knew who my parents were. I was left at the doorsteps
of an orphanage where I grew up in until I was about five. Shortly thereafter, a
wealthy couple who couldn't have children of their own came to the orphanage to
adopt someone. After they took one look at me, they fell in love with me and
decided to adopt me.



Now you must understand that at this point of my life, I was growing and aging
just like any other normal youngster. It wasn't until I was much older did I
learn of my non-aging dilemma. Yet, my adopted parents never knew of what I
finally discovered about myself for I wasn't around as it happened or has been
happening.



            You have to understand also, that I never really wanted anything
from my wealthy parents, not even the things they gave to me. However, I was an
only child. I was given everything, even if I never really wanted it or used it,
but my parents just gave it to me because that was their way to show their love
to me. They felt complete that way, even when I never been hugged or kissed by
them. It just made them happy to give to me monetarily. They were grateful to
have a child, any child, I guess. So, they had to spoil me. Yet, I never really
was happy with them, and yet, I was never allowed to be free of them either. I
was under their control constantly.



Once I had completed my formal education through private school, where my mother
was the schoolteacher, at first then later the principal. Everything was did was
as a family, even to my father's garden party for his law firm. I was never left
alone. When the day came to attend college, I grew excited for the day. Oh how I
wanted to be free of them. I felt no emotion tied to them.



In my last year before college, I had so many great opportunities offered to me.
Yet, I figured I had my whole life ahead of me to live and achieve them all.
Though, my adopted father wanted me to go off to Harvard to study law and become
a lawyer like himself. So, I just went along with it, to play with my fate upon
his dream of this father and son's law firm concept. That day came to bid
farewell to my parents at the train station and to attend Harvard. I sat in my
cabin alone that day. I watched my parents grew smaller and smaller by the
minute as the train drove away from the dock where they were left standing. When
I couldn't see them any longer. I sighed with great relief.

            A few hours after I left to the university to Boston, the train had
unexpectedly derailed in a remote area of the woodlands. Everyone on that train
that day, screamed, and soon those cries died. They all died that day, except
for me."

            Jay felt poignant as he recalled that day so vividly. He took deep
sharp breath. Chris reached out and held Jay's hands for some encouragement. Jay
looked into Chris' eyes longingly and then took another slower but more even
breathe, before he continued.



            "At that time I thought it was just a miracle being the only
survivor. I thought it was because I was a strong young man and that should be
happy to be alive. I looked at myself to only to find some scrapes and bruises.
I never found any serious injuries on my body. I was able to walk away from the
wreckage absolutely unharmed. Then it hit me. I looked around and seen how
mangled and twisted the train and everyone else was. I was confused as to how I
could've survived such catastrophe.



I kept reasoning for there must have been a reason for my survival. A fate I
must needed to pursue. On that day, I had changed my fate to my own, not my
adopted father's dream. So, Chris, it was the last day of who I was and to never
looked back upon. Instead, I went forth with my new life as I had dreamed of.
The freedom from my family had yearned for. Now, it was my chance to do so.

Although, I had decided to continue my trip to the university, but a different
university, I never went home to my adopted parents, to assure them of my
survival of that fatal incident. In fact, I left them completely clueless of my
existence, even when they never found my body in that wreckage later. Shortly
thereafter, my final decision was made. Help came from the nearest town to the
scene of the wreckage. I stood nearby in the wooded area as they came trekking
in until someone from behind me asked If I was going to help. No one ever seen
me walked away from that wreck alive. They thought I had arrived with them to
help pulled out the dead in which I did for a little while until I heard my
father's voice. I conspicuously left in another direction, hiked to another
town, and got on another train that went west.

            After the day was over and my long trek to the west coast, I planned
out my new studies curriculum from law to security protection management in
which it included studies of security, safety and protection of politically
important officials and other set of courses.



I felt that I had lived for a reason. I wanted to make sure I gave something
back that day, even though I was leaving my past behind me. I had to face it
alone. Now, don't get me wrong but I did save my money, whenever my parents kept
giving me cash in a separate account. My parents never knew of this and that was
how I had been able to survive the next four years under my new identity. Of
course, I grew up in the orphanages with my original name. You see, my adopted
parents changed my name when the adopted me. They only knew me as Jay at the
time. They never knew of my real surname that I gave to myself as I grew up in
the orphanage, Jayme Von Ambrose. The caretaker at the time gave me this piece
of paper that was pinned to me.

"Boy, never tell yer parents who ya are?" The caretaker said. "Hide tis til ya
are on yer own, okay boy?"

"Okay, sir!" I said and left with my adopted parents.

After my arrival in San Francisco, I enrolled in California University of
Protection and Intelligence Management. I learned many technical survival
skills, as well as defensive/offensive techniques that included hand-to-hand
technique and the use of weapons for survival and protection towards my
clients.



            It was during one of these training classes that my training partner
became a little too aggressive towards me. He had accidentally stabbed me in the
chest with his weapon. Although I was rushed to the hospital, amazingly, I
survived, again. Now, this was the second time I had lived through such an
atrocious episode, but still it didn't occur to me that I was anything special
or undying. I just felt that I was very lucky. This was just another test for me
to be the best I could be at my chosen profession.

            During my time at University, I became the best in my class.
Frankly, I was the top 3 of a class of 200. My advisers placed me and the others
into a bodyguard or protective team. Our team's sole purpose was to protect
important officials or diplomas. This occurred within a span of about 5 or 6
years after I have completed most of my programs. It was then that I had begun
to notice, I was still looked quite young.

"Wow this is great," I thought, "At this rate when I'm in my 30's I will look as
though I am still in my 20's."

            Once I had graduated, I was recruited into the military's Special
Forces that would protect the family of one of our American Ambassadors to
Europe. I was so excited, even though, I wasn't the youngest team member, but
fitted into our team quite nicely.



            I was assigned to protect one of our Ambassador's son, Benjamin
Rockefeller. Ben was 18 at the time, and just fresh out of high school. He was
scheduled to begin college in the fall term, but it was four months away. He was
accompanied his family to Europe for their summer holiday. The team leader felt
I looked the same age as Ben and that we could pass off as friends.  Then it was
set, my duty was to protect him while they traveled to Europe or anywhere else.
The other team members were assigned to the other individual family members. We
worked together to protect the family as a whole.

            Up to this point in my life, I had never given much thought to my
sexuality. I guess, I was too wrapped up in my studies that I didn't leave much
time for romance with girls or otherwise. However, that changed shortly after I
met Ben.

            Ben figured he was getting some old man of a bodyguard that would
follow him everywhere, and quite frankly, do nothing but boss him around or keep
him out of trouble. On the day we met, he was pleasantly surprised as I approach
him. I looked his age and he was ecstatic.  He really couldn't believe it. He
thought he was dreaming. Yet, he had his doubt that a guy his age couldn't
possibility do any of this protection stuff or take a bullet for him, if
necessary. But, he learned later of what I was capable of.



            Once our initial introduction was over, each of the team members
resume their duty with each family member they were assigned to. We remained in
the living room until it became chaotic with everyone chatting at once until we
all realized it has been over three hours of non-stop conservation. It was 1
o'clock in the morning and we needed to prepare for our departure for the early
morning hours. Everyone decided to try and go to get some sleep before having to
be up and ready by 5 o'clock in the morning.

            Ben and I headed off to his room where we would be sharing during my
duty. I made my rounds by each of the windows to make sure it was secured.
Meanwhile, Ben he had gotten undress, down to his normal nightly attire, his
sleeveless skivvies, which was pretty revealing, especially where his manhood
protruded from. So, I follow suit and stood there in my pant still with bare
chest. Of course, It was normal at that time for boys to undress in front of
each other. It was never a second thought to us boys in the 1900s.



            Ben and I just starred at each other but I couldn't remove my eyes
of his protruding manhood. Ben then stood in front of me, placed his hands on my
waist and made it way to my buttons to undo my pants. My pant dropped and
revealed the reason I didn't take off my pant in from of him. I was completely
nude. I never wore any undergarments for I felt comfortable in the nude. Ben
smiled and grabbed my waist and pulled me closer as our manhood grinded
together. Then, he planted this passionate kiss on my lips that only lasted a
few seconds, but the feeling was electrifying.

Ben pushed back slightly, looked into my eyes. I could see the fears in his own
eyes. I could only imagine what he must have been feeling. It wasn't the kind of
fear to be frighten or afraid of but fear of why shame didn't set in. We lived
in a time where such actions could had gotten anyone put into jail, or worse, if
someone decided to become more violent for same-sex mannerisms.  Ben began to
panic and pull away from me. He looked as if he was going to run away. Before he
could even step back, I grabbed his waist and pulled him back into our previous
embrace.



            "It's okay, Ben" I whispered into his ear. "I like it. I won't tell
anyone. I never felt this way about anyone before until now."

            "Truly?!?" Ben whimpered as tears rolled down his cheek.

            "Yes, truly." I affirmed. "I love your lips."


            After hearing this, Ben just wrapped his arms around me; he pulled
as close as possible until our manhood grinded once more. Even he never felt
that way before too, even though, he had thought about it with other boys but
never pursued it. We didn't know how to act or what to do about our newly
founded love. We decided to just let it work itself out only in the privacy of
our bedroom.



            Since Ben was already for bed, I decided to remove my pants. I could
see Ben's eyes bulged with curiosity. Then his eyes widen as he seen the top of
my pubic hair, and then my manhood fell out of the top of the pants. I swiftly
pushed them to the floor and kicked them off around my feet. He smiled and
decided to pull off his skivvies. Reach out for my hand and pulled me into his
bed. We lay together under his coverlet, just feeling our essence of our bodies,
burning with unlatched passion between two human beings.



            We then embraced ourselves more closely and kissed each other with
ardor. We explored each other's bodies for the first time since we had never
been with another man before. Though we were nervous, we were excited all about
the same time. It was so stimulating to feel this grow within our souls. At one
point of our embrace, Ben's manhood spurred loads of his seed unto our chest,
and I follow not long afterward. It was our first time in a very long time from
our prior boyhood wet dreams, only this time we were surely awake.

            I slid my hand down the back of Ben's spine; he began to kiss me
more fervently than before while our seed lubricated our bodies and manhood. The
lower I went on his back, the more ardent his kiss became. I reached for his
buttocks and rocked my manhood into his. We then felt a new pleasure one that
seems merely impossible to have again, accept between two human beings. Ben
moaned as I grabbed both of his buttock and our manhood stretched to it limits.
Ben reached down and jerked at my throbbing rod. I pulled him more into me from
he grasps of his yearning buttocks and his manhood felt cleaves of my buttocks.
I rocked him more furiously, while he jerked at my heated manhood. After a
couple of minutes of this intense moment, Ben and I groaned until our manhood
was projecting a second load of our seeds.



            There was silence in the room. We finally were brought back down to
earth after the blissful air was sucked out of our being. Although, we should
have been afraid, we were too afraid to speak to one to another. We didn't want
to be awakened from this pleasurable dream. Nevertheless, our actions weren't as
stifled. Until slumber over took us.



            The boys each stepped forward and again embraced as they kissed.
With no longer any restraining material, the boys openly pulled each other
together with hands on butts and crotches rubbing together. Whether it be youth
or excitement or just being plain horny, the boys pulled together one last time
as they each had the most amazing orgasm they had, had to that point. The hot
cum erupted between them caused the boys to stick together. Had they not been
holding each other, they would have fallen to the floor from the force of the
orgasm.



            Soon it was 5 o'clock in the morning, I had awoken before Ben, I
knew we needed to get ready to airport. I had already gotten bath and dressed
before I kissed Ben awaiting lips. He smiled and then yawned.



            "Not yet," Ben groaned. "I need more sleep."

            "Yes, my love," I said. "but we need to get to the airport soon."

            On that note, Ben flew out of bed and got ready to go as I watch
him. I laughed as he was so adorable running around in the nude. But he finally
got ready and we joined the others in the front entrance hall."



            Jay had paused at that point of his story.  He looked across the bed
at Chris to look for any clues in his eyes. After a few minutes, the silence was
extremely uncomfortable for Jay. Even when he had told others about his past
secret life, he gave more intimate detail then before. It was because for the
first time in his life, he now really cared someone. And that someone truly does
believe him as well. That someone was Chris. Yet, Chris' face was emotionless.


"Go on." Chris begged Jay. Then a knock came upon the bedroom door. Both of
them, looked petrified as they heard Chris' mother's voice muffled through the
door.