Date: Thu, 30 Jun 2005 21:06:16 -0600 From: Patrick Rupert <patrickgay18@hotmail.com> Subject: Into His Own chapter 5 Legal notice The following story contains descriptions of graphic sexual acts. The story is a work of fiction and has no basis in reality. Don't read this story if, *you are not 18 years of age, *if it is illegal to read this type of material where you live, *or if you don't want to read about gay people in love or having sex. The author retains copyright to this story. Placing this story on a website or reproducing this story for distribution without the author's expressed permission is a violation of that copyright. Legal action will be taken against violators. E-mail responses to the stories, story suggestions, or other "constructive" comments or advice may be sent to: Patrickgay18@hotmail.com Chapter 5. Jason woke up to the sound of light tapping and looked at his clock. It was five thirty in the morning; he had been asleep for about seven and a half-hours. Jason could still hear the tapping and looked around to see where it was coming from. There was a dark figure outside his window, and they were tapping on the windowpane. Jason got up and moved in the dark slowly to his closet. The tapping continued as he went to a box on top of his closet. Jason pulled down the box and opened it. Inside there was a collection of pocketknives and large knives and a Polaroid camera. Jason pulled out the largest knife with a blade that was six inches long and the Polaroid camera. He replaced the box and walked out of his closet. He started walking to the window and the figure was still there, not tapping any more, but trying to peer in. Slowly he walked up to the window, still hidden in the darkness. He had the pocketknife, now open, in his left hand and the camera in his right. Jason pointed the camera at the figure inches from the window and pressed the button. The camera flashed brightly and Jason could see the person outside his window. The flash only lasted a second or two but Jason definitely knew who it was and he was excited to see the person. It was Brad. Brad was outside his window standing on a ladder and knocking on the window trying to get his attention. Jason turned on the lamp of his desk and light filled the room. Brad was covering his eyes with his left hand and holding onto the ladder with his right. Jason opened the window and grabbed Brad's arm right as he started to fall backwards. "I'm so sorry Brad, I didn't know it was you." "It's ok Jason." Brad stood up and Jason wrapped his arms around him. Brad returned the hug and then sat down on the bed. "Jason I'm really having some troubles seeing." "Just relax it'll come back." Brad sat there on the bed rubbing his eyes. "It's so good to see you Jason, well sort of." "Yea it's good to see you too, Brad." "So how's it going now that you're up?" "Well it's hard. Everything is different; this doesn't feel like my life." "Yea I know Jason, but it'll get better. You just have to give it time." "I know; it's just hard. They were both quietly sitting there. Um, Brad, has Jeremy given up all that stuff he was doing last year? Ya know, with you and me." "Yea Jason, he gave up. It escalated to the point that he was almost hurting people and I stopped him. Do you remember that day right before the locker room, well after I came to see you? Jeremy told me later that day what he was going to do to you because of what you said to him? And I just stood up against him, sat him down and told him off. It scared him straight, and he stopped with all of that crap. I don't think he'll bother you any more." Brad sat down on the bed next to him and put his arm around him. "Jason can I ask you a question?" "Yea sure go ahead." "What happened to you on that day?" Jason looked away from Brad and dropped his head. "I'll tell you the same thing I told Paul; I don't want to talk about it, ever." "Ok I understand." "What was he planning on doing to me, and what do you mean he went too far?" "That doesn't matter let's just say it was bad really bad and I stopped him." Jason was rubbing Brad's shoulder. "Are you ok with all of that stuff Brad?" "Yea I'm fine I just needed some time." Jason put his hand on Brad's chin and turned Brad's face towards him. But we're ok now Brad. Jason pulled Brad's face in and kissed him. Brad kissed him back. They stood up and they were still kissing and rubbing each other. They were both breathing heavily and Jason started to pull Brad's shirt up. Brad's chest was exposed. Jason could tell Brad had been working out all year. He was still a smaller guy but he was still ripped. Brad had a six-pack and pecks his nipples were hard but nice. Jason was pulling his shirt off when Brad stopped him. "Wait! Wait! I don't want you to do any thing you don't want to or will regret." Jason looked down at Brad's chest and smiled. "I want to Brad, and don't worry I won't regret anything." Jason started kissing Brad again and Brad hesitated for a moment but started kissing like he had been. He finished taking off Brad's shirt and started rubbing his chest and back, starting at the top and moving his hands down Brad's back. Jason got to the small of his back and started squeezing Brad's hips. Brad pulled Jason closer and wrapped his arms around him. Brad wrapped his left arm around Jason's back and his right around Jason's neck. Jason moved his right hand down and held the back of Brad's pants open with his left and put his right hand down Jason's pants and was rubbing his ass. Brad laughed as Jason gripped his ass. It was soft and smooth. Jason moved his hands around Brad still keeping his hands in his pants. Jason got to the front and started to undo Brad's pants. Brad and Jason stopped kissing and Brad looked down to see what Jason was doing. Brads pants fell to the floor and Brad stepped out of his shoes and pants. Jason walked over to the door and locked it then walked to the bed; Brad picked up his pants and followed. Brad pulled out his wallet from the back pocket and set it on the bedside table. Jason pulled back the covers on the bed and laid down as he had been. Brad laid down on top of Jason and started to kiss Jason's chest and neck. Brad could feel Jason's nipple in his mouth it was hard but soft at the same time. Jason reached down and stretched the elastic on Brad's boxers. Jason then pulled Brad's boxers to his knees. Brad was licking and sucking on Jason's neck and Jason was moaning. "I want to fuck you!" Brad looked up and smiled. "What did you say?" Jason leaned up and put his hands on Brad's shoulders and spoke very clearly. "I want to fuck you!" Jason could feel Brad's dick rubbing on his chest. Jason and Brad started kissing again and they rolled over on the bed. Jason was on top now and he was rubbing Brads cock. Jason pulled down his boxers to his ankles leaned down and kissed Brad. "You've been a bad boy, Brad. Time to turn over and accept your punishment." Brad reached over and grabbed his wallet. He opened it, pulled out a condom, and handed it to Jason. "You keep a condom in your wallet?" "Yea why not?" "That's so cute it's like collecting comic books?" Brad braced himself on top of Jason. Brad said it with the biggest grin on his face. "Only real men collect comic books." He happened to know that Brad did collect comic books. Jason got on his knees and started opening the condom. Brad then turned over and got on his hands and knees. Jason then took out the condom and pushed it onto his stiff dick. It was cold but it had lube in it. Jason then grabbed his dick and pointed it at Brad's sweet spot. Jason moved forward and touched the tip of his dick to Brad. Jason started moving it in slowly and Brad let out a low moan. "Oh fuck! Push it further!" Jason moved his dick all of the way in and moaned loudly. "Oh shit!" Jason was moving his dick all of the way in and most of the way out. He was humping Brad and with every thrust. Brad's ass tensed and he moaned loudly. Brad was gripping the bed sheets hard and moaning. Jason could feel himself coming with every thrust. He could feel himself tremble and orgasm. Jason came, and he could feel himself flexing his dick with the orgasm, and slowly he came to rest on Brad's back. Jason felt Brad breathing in and out with every move Jason moved too. Jason got back on his knees and pulled his dick out of Brad's ass. He pulled the condom off and threw it in the trashcan next to the bed. Brad turned over and Jason lay on top of him kissing him. "Brad that was great. I know, now it's your turn Brad." Jason got up and moved his head down to Brad's crotch. Jason took in Brad's dick and swallowed hard. As he did it, he could feel Brad's dick rubbing hard on the roof of his mouth and the back of his throat. It slipped down easy and smoothly. Brad laid his head back closed his eyes and opened his mouth. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck that's good! How are you taking my whole dick in your mouth? Nobody has ever done that before. Holy shit!" Jason looked up and smiled at Brad his dick still halfway down his throat. Jason went on blowing him for about fifteen more seconds when Jason could taste Brad's pre cum. "Jesus Christ!" Brad was gripping the sheets on both sides of him and pulling them in. Brad's back arched, and his whole body tensed. Brad's cum shot into Jason's mouth and down his throat and as this happened Brad slowly released the sheets and lay there breathing deeply. Jason swallowed it all and got off of Brad's dick. He rested on Brad's chest, his head on Brad's left shoulder, and put his left-hand palm down on Brad's right side of his chest. Brad put his arm on Jason's side right next to his lower back. Jason leaned up and kissed Brad softly on the mouth. Brad kissed him back and put his right hand up and touched Jason on the cheek and closed his eyes. "Jason you're the best!" Jason smiled and also closed his eyes. With in a couple of minutes they were both asleep. Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! "Jason are you up yet?" Jason was a little annoyed that his mother was waking him up this early but he really had to get up he had things to do. He opened his eyes and looked around it was seven thirty, the usual time Jason's mother would have woken him up so she was right on time. For a split second Jason really didn't know why he was so tired until he saw Brad lying next to him butt naked sleeping peacefully. Brad didn't have any blankets on him and he was in the fetal position. Jason liked looking at Brad lying there naked and for the most part innocent. He got up and walked to his bedroom door, unlocked it and peeked his head out. "Yea mom?" "Hey I just wanted to let you know breakfast will be ready in about fifteen minutes." "Ok mom, thanks." Jason shut the door and walked back to his bed. Jason bent over and kissed Brad softly on the lips not trying to wake him. Brad opened his eyes and smiled, then put one hand on the back of Jason's head and continued kissing him. They kissed for about five seconds when Jason stopped. "Good morning to you to Jason." Jason laughed and grabbed Brad's hand. He pulled Brad to a standing point and started walking with him. "Where are we going Jason?" "Were going to take a shower Brad." "No Jason I don't think that's such a good idea I have to be getting back." "Oh don't be silly it's time to get clean." Jason led Brad across the hall to the bathroom and locked the door. "Jason I don't think we should..." "Shh Brad, my mother will hear." They were still both butt naked and Jason turned on the shower. "Come on Brad." Jason wrapped his arms around Brad and started kissing him. They both climbed in the shower and Jason started kissing Brad again. "Jason wait a minute." "Shh Brad, it's time to get you cleaned up." "Jason no!" "What's wrong Brad?" "You know how I told you that Jeremy took it too far? Well look." Brad turned half of the way around and Jason saw it. There were little round scars all over Brad's back. "What the hell happened? These look like cigarette burns." "They are cigarette burns Jason, that's what I've been trying to tell you. When Jeremy took it too far it was me he took it too far with." "Brad what did he do to you? Jason pulled Brad into a hug and wrapped his arms around him. "I don't want to talk about it can we just leave it at that?" "I'm so sorry Brad." Brad hesitated then said, "Jason it isn't your fault." "Yes it is. If I hadn't said what I said to him, he wouldn't have touched you. If I wouldn't have gone into a coma, he would have taken it out on me, and not you." "I'm glad he didn't take it out on you, and he would have done it to me eventually; he just had to build up." "How did you get him to stop Brad?" "I got a hold of the videotapes one-day while he was sleeping and our parents were out. I got them all except for the one of him doing this to me; I couldn't find that one. But it doesn't matter because if he releases that one it incriminates him, and not me." "So that's what he grabbed out of your moms top drawer?" "Yea, cigarettes." Jason picked up the soap and started lathering Brad's back. Jason moved the soap around his body and started lathering up Brad's abs. He grabbed Brad's dick and started washing it. Jason was stroking Brad's cock as he washed it. Brad grabbed Jason's hands and stopped him. "Jason can't we just get clean?" Jason got a bashful smile on his face and just smirked. "What I'm cleaning, I'm just starting here." Brad was completely lubed up now and Brad took the soap from Jason. "Then we should both start there." Brad lubed up Jason's cock and started jerking him off. They were jerking each other off and Brad suddenly came. It shot out and hit Jason's crotch. About the same time, Jason came and shot over Brad. It was warm on their bodies and they had to brace them selves by holding on to each other. "Oh fuck!" They were both smiling like they had just one a million dollars. "Damn that was good now let's really get cleaned up." They washed and Jason turned off the shower. Then Jason leaned over and whispered into Brad's ear. "You have to be quiet so my mom doesn't hear you." "What? Are you ashamed of me?" Just then there was a knock at the door. "Jason?" "Yea mom?" Brad was grabbing Jason's ass and rubbing it. Brad was doing this just to have some fun. He leaned up and put his limp cock in-between Jason's butt cheeks and was pretending to hump him in the ass. Brad was biting his bottom lip and pretending to really enjoy this. "Are you ok Jason I thought I heard voices?" "Yea mom I'm fine." "Breakfast is ready honey." "Ok mom, I'll be right down." Jason smiled turned around and pretended to bat Brad away. "Ok." Jason's mother went downstairs and into the kitchen. Jason opened the door and peeked out. They both ran across the hall to Jason's room. Jason was dragging Brad behind him by his hand and Brad was trying his hardest not to laugh. They got in the room and Jason locked the door. Brad collapsed on the bed his legs hanging over the side, and laughed. "Oh that was fun." "You ass! How could you do that, my mom was right there?" "Oh come on, the thrill of being caught at any moment was fun for you too and you know it." Brad sat up and was still laughing when Jason walked over and stood in-between his legs. Jason ran his fingers through his hair and smiled. "Yea I know." Brad put his thumb and index finger on Brad's chin and kissed him as Jason did this they both closed their eyes. It was one of those long sweet kisses that last about ten seconds. Jason stepped back and smiled. "Now get dressed you have to get home." Brad looked at the clock and jumped up nearly knocking Jason off his feet. "Oh shit!" It was seven forty-five and Jeremy had set up his alarm clock to go off at eight. "Jeremy will wake up at any moment and if I'm not there he'll be pissed. He can't do anything about it but he'll be pissed." Brad was rushing around trying to find all his clothes and get dressed. Jason walked into his closet and pulled on some boxers. He threw on some Blue Jeans and a white tee shirt. He walked out of his closet and Brad was already dressed and sitting on the edge of the bed. He had just put on his last shoe when Jason walked in. Brad stood up and walked over to Jason he gave him a little kiss and headed for the window. "I have to get going, but I will be back with Jeremy when we come." "Bye Brad." "See ya Jason." Brad climbed out the window and was gone. Jason went downstairs and into the kitchen there were waffles on the table and Jason sat down to eat as he was starving. Jason dug right in eating as many waffles as he could with all of the fixings. Blueberries, strawberries, cherries, honey, raspberry jam, strawberry jam, grape jam, and of course maple syrup. Jason was devouring everything in sight. Jason's mother turned and saw him eating like that. "Well somebody's hungry this morning; good to see you have your appetite back. But you should probably pace yourself if you don't want to choke." Jason just finished his second waffle when his father walked in. "Jesus Christ, Jason, slow down!" "Sorry dad, I'm starving." Jason finished chugging down the last bit of orange juice and went and plopped down on the couch in the living room. He turned on the TV and started flipping through the channels. Jason's mother was in the background talking to Jason's father. "Henry, I don't know how a child that thin, can have an appetite like that." "Well he eats like his dad." Jason was flipping through the channels and stopped on MTV. "Oh mom, Jeremy and Brad are going to come over at about noon if that's ok." "Oh Jason, are you sure you want to do that so soon?" "Yea mom it's ok." "Ok Jason, but please try and take it easy ok?" "Yea mom." Jason didn't really like MTV but there wasn't much else on. Jason just sat there watching TV it felt good to have nothing he really had to do. Just then, the phone rang. It rang three times. "Mom can you get that? Jason's mother answered the phone. "Hello? May I ask who is speaking? Oh ok. Jason, it's Jeremy." Jason's heart stopped as he stared at his mother. Jason knew Jeremy was done with the porno and the sick fetishes. But did Jeremy really just want to be friends, or was he still after something else? Or did he know that Brad had been at Jason's house all night? Jason's mother passed him the phone and Jason put it to his ear. "Hello?" "Hey Jason, it's Jeremy. Can me and Brad still come over to see you today?" "Yea sure if you want to." "Ok then we'll be over by about twelve then is that ok?" "Yea see ya then." "Bye." Jason hung up the phone and set it on the table next to the couch. Jason couldn't help but think whether he should be happy when Jeremy came over or scared. Jason knew one thing though. If Jeremy tried any of his old shit, Jason was going to show him what pain was. He didn't even see his mom still standing behind him. "Who was here with you Jason?" He turned around kind of surprised. "What do you mean?" "I heard someone up there with you." "Mom I didn't have anybody up there." "Jason you know the rules in this house." "Yea mom I do and nobody was up there." She walked back into the kitchen with a stern look on her face. Jason decided instead of sitting there he would go in and help his mother with the kitchen. After all Jason had just laid in one bed for over a year. Jason started clearing the table and his mother did to. Jason thought he should talk to his mom about this, but decided he wouldn't tell her anything yet, but he felt that he needed to talk. "Mom if you were afraid someone was going to do something, something bad, but talking about it would get more people hurt, would you talk about it?" "Well Jason that's hard to say. I think that if it was going to hurt someone more if you talked about it, but less if you didn't, I don't know what I would do Jason, because no matter what, somebody is getting hurt." "But maybe if you talked about it there was the chance that it got better." "I think I might talk about it Jason. Why? Is there something you want to tell me Jason?" "No mom I'm just thinking. I'll be upstairs if you need anything." "Ok Jason." Jason walked upstairs and sat down on his bed. Shit! Jason didn't know if Jeremy would try anything again; there was no way of knowing what Jeremy was capable of. He sat there for about ten minutes more self-pitying himself than anything, for what he was about to do. He was about to let a person he once called a friend back into his life. He didn't know if he should call Jeremy a friend, but they did have all of those years on them so maybe Jeremy saw that too and they were ok. Jason was lying there when the doorbell rang. Jason stood up and walked out the door to the top of the stairs. He saw his mother open the door and hug somebody. "It's so good to see you again." "You too Mrs. Bell." "Jason guess who's here?" Jason walked down the stairs a little and saw Jeremy standing inside the house now, right in front of Brad. "Hey Jason how's it going?" "Good I guess. So you guys want to see my room?" They were all looking up at him and Brad was in the background, shaking his head no. Jason couldn't figure out why Brad was shaking his head no, and it never crossed his mind to turn them in another direction. Jeremy didn't look very different except for his height and you could tell his voice was deeper. "Yea sure Jason." They all started walking upstairs and into Jason's room, and started looking around. Jeremy walked into the walk in closet and Brad stayed at the door. "Damn I think this closet is bigger than your last one was Jason." Jeremy was inside looking around and Brad was motioning at Jason for some reason. He was mouthing something that Jason couldn't make out and pointing down. He turned and that's when he saw it. Brad's wallet was sitting on the bedside table. Jason picked it up and rammed it into his back pocket. Jason sat on the bed and looked at the door to the closet. Jeremy walked out of the closet and looked around. "So where's the bathroom?" "Oh it's across the hall." Jason walked over to Brad and kept scanning the room. "It's not half bad Jason." Jeremy was looking around and peered into the trashcan. "What's this?" Jeremy reached in the trashcan and pulled out the condom. Jeremy dropped it in the trashcan as soon as he saw what it was. "Oh that's fucking nasty Jason. Not even home one full day and you've already gotten laid. That's bullshit. Fuck!" "Well what can I say, they were happy to see me?" "I'm going to go wash my hands." Jeremy walked out of the room and into the bathroom. Brad walked over and looked at Jason. "I was happy to see you." "I know you were." Brad bent down and kissed Jason. The water in the bathroom turned on and then quickly turned off. Brad walked over to the TV and started toying with it. Jeremy walked back in and sat on the edge of the bed." "Jesus, that's gross Jason." "Well what can I say?" Jeremy spoke without even looking at Jason. "So did you see what's in the garage Jason?" "Yea I saw, bad as hell huh?" "Let's take it for a spin Jason." "I can't. I'm not going for my license until tomorrow." "Damn that sucks. Well Brad could drive, couldn't you Brad?" Brad stopped messing with the DVD player and turned around. "Well that's really up to Jason not me." "What do you think Jason how about it?" Jason's door opened and his mother walked in. "Hey Jason I'm going to go out for about an hour we need groceries. Will you guys be ok until then?" "Yea mom, sure." She walked out and Jeremy looked almost in shock. "Wow that was close, I think she might have killed us if she heard what we were talking about." Right as he finished the door opened back up. "Oh yea and leave that truck right were it is. And Jeremy I wouldn't have killed you just broken your legs." Jason's mother smiled and walked out the door down the stairs and out the front door. "Shit! How did she do that? I didn't talk in much more of a whisper?" "That's my mom for ya." The phone rang and Jason went downstairs to get it. Jason picked up the phone and held it to his ear. "Hello?" "Hey Jason it's mom. Can you change loads for me?" "Um, yea sure mom." Brad came down the stairs and stood behind Jason. He wrapped his arms around Jason and was pressing his body on Jason's. Brad was kissing Jason's neck and rubbing his stomach. "Yea mom I'll change them in a couple of minutes." "Bye Jason." "Bye." Jason hung up the phone and turned around. "Brad, stop?" "And why should I stop?" "If Jeremy walks down here..." "What do you mean if Jeremy walks down here?" Jeremy was standing in the doorway and staring at them. Brad let go of Jason and stepped a few feet away. Brad dropped his head and covered his mouth with his hand. Jeremy started walking towards them and stopped. "I um, thought you were going to the bathroom Brad?" Brad looked up and took a step towards Jeremy. "Jeremy it's not what you think we were just..." "Oh I know what you were doing." Jason also took a step forward. "Jeremy you need to understand that..." Jason could tell Jeremy was pissed. Jeremy took another step forward and pushed Jason. Jason fell to the floor and just laid there staring up at Jeremy. "You know what Brad? It's not enough for you that you're a fucking queer, but now you have to turn it on my best friend. You just can't control yourself can you? If you see something you want, it has to be yours. You know you're supposed to be a brother but no, you're a fucked up asshole. I guess it's in your nature." Jeremy stormed out of the living room and slammed the door. Jason stood up and ran towards the door. "Jeremy don't go; it doesn't have to be like that." Jason ran to the door and opened it, Jason ran out to the sidewalk and Jeremy was running down the street. "Jeremy come back!" Jeremy went around the next corner and was out of sight. Shit! Jason walked back in the house and sat down on the couch. Fuck! Brad came over and stood in front of Jason. "I'm sorry Jason." "It's not your fault Brad." "Yes it is. You told me to stop, and I didn't. I should have stopped. I should have listened. Maybe this isn't going to work Jason." "What do you mean Brad?" Brad knelt down and put his hand on Jason's knee. With my brother the way he is I don't think we can work." "Don't be silly, of course we can; we just have to ignore Jeremy." "He's my brother, I can't just ignore him." "No Brad, don't do this. I really like you, I mean I really like you." Brad put a hand on each side of Jason's face and leaned in. He was about to kiss Jason on the lips but just kissed him on the cheek. Brad then stood up and started walking towards the door. "Brad don't do this, it doesn't have to be this way." "For right now it is Jason." Brad walked out the door and Jason just sat there staring at the turned off TV. Jason sat there, his arms and legs half-trembling; he was in shock and couldn't really comprehended what had just happened. How could something that was so good that felt so right turn bad and be gone like that? It didn't seem possible. Jason had lost his best friend and a companion in one foul swoop. Just like that it was gone never to return to him. Jason couldn't concentrate; he couldn't think. I have to go change loads. I promised my mom I would, and I have to. Jason got up and walked slowly into the storage room. Jason changed loads in silence; all that was heard was the sound of the dry soap being poured into the washer. The water rushed in turning it to suds and Jeremy closed the lid. Jason was about to go upstairs and watch TV when he collapsed to his knees and hugged himself. What the fuck just happened? How is this possible? Jason got up and walked upstairs to his room. Jason sat on his couch and put his hands on his knees. I need something to pass the time I need something to keep my mind off of it. Jason had it. In his trunk he had all the useful toys right there. Jason hadn't even thought that they would come in handy but now he had a use for them. Jason walked to his closet and knelt down by his trunk Jason did the code and opened the trunk. Jason pulled out a hustler stared at it and then put it back in the trunk. Jason was debating Hustler or Playgirl. One was a porno magazine for straight guys and the other one, well wasn't. Jason set down the Hustler and picked up the Playgirl. Jason opened up the first page and it was a picture of two thin looking guys probably barely eighteen kissing. Jason closed the trunk and walked over to his bed. Jason took off his shirt undid his pants and lay down on the bed. Jason opened the magazine and looked at the first page again. Beside the picture there was an article about six paragraphs long. Jason started reading and he would stop every now and then to look at the pictures. My name's Louis. I grew up in Houston Texas. I lived there till I was nineteen till I moved to Los Angles California with this guy I was seeing. I lived with him till I found my own place and moved out. Everybody has a first person they were with, whether it is a best friend or a one-time thing. Well my first was with my best friend Stan. We were best friends for all of elementary school and part of junior high. We were best friends for over five years then we started having sex. He would come over almost every weekend and we would fuck. I never saw much of him after we started having sex. That lasted about two months and we just stopped seeing each other. We called and sent letters back and forth but it never lasted. Until about three weeks ago, when I got a call from him. He needed a place to stay in Los Angeles for a while. I said he could stay with me and so I'm on the way to the airport to pick him up. I parked and walked into the airport I didn't know if he would look the same or if I would even recognize him. I saw him and I did recognize him he was standing about thirty feet away and looking around for me. He was still damn sexy he was shorter than I was he had long black hair and bright blue eyes. He was thin but you could tell he was strong. Stan saw me and smiled he walked over and we were both hugging. 'It's so good to see you Stan.' 'Yea I know it's good to see you to Louis.' I could feel his body and old feelings started to come back. By the way he looked at me I think Stan was thinking the same thing. I looked damn good and Stan wanted me just like he had years ago. We walked out to the car and got in, me driving and Stan in the passenger seat. I was driving and Stan was getting hot. The air conditioner was on full but Stan could feel sweat running down his back. It was on his forehead and chest. Stan kept rubbing his hands on his forehead to clean off the sweat. Stan hadn't felt like this in a long time he was fourteen again and in my room becoming very nervous because he knew what we were going to do. Even when we had already done it fifteen or sixteen times he would still be nervous. Stan leaned over put his hand on my thigh and started rubbing up his thigh. 'Louis I want you! I want you now!' I pulled the car over on the side of the road and we both climbed in the back seat. We both undressed each other vigorously. We were both naked and our dicks were throbbing I didn't remember ever having a hard on this big. Stan turned me around and slammed me into the back of the chair. Stan crossed over me and rammed his dick into my ass. He was gripping my shoulder and squeezing hard. I shuddered and he fucked me harder. He was fucking me dry but I loved it. I loved the effort he actually had to put into fucking me, and the way he kept gripping my shoulder harder and harder. Stan was nearly screaming. And I loved the feel of his huge eleven-inch penis up my ass. "Hit me Stan hit me!" " What?" " Hit me hard!" Stan drew back and punched me hard in the ribs. I screamed and gripped the seats my fingernails dug in and Stan's kept on punching. That was one of our things we liked to do when we were younger we would strip down in my room and just wrestle actually beating each other up but it was more erotic than violent. Stan was jerking me off and pulling on his dick. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" Stan started slow and came. " Oh shit." I came and it shot allover my new seats. Just then Stan came and blew his load in my ass. "You bitch!" Stan pulled himself out and started pulling on his clothes. We both got dressed and climbed back in the front seat. I started driving again and Stan just sat there smiling. "Just like the old day's huh Stan?" "Yea just like the old days." Stan ended up staying with me for two years before we broke up. He moved out and into a house with his brother in Riverside. We saw each other for several years after that and followed by the occasional fling. I was never happier with anybody than I was with Stan. Jason folded up the magazine and set it next to him. Jason was hard from the article; his dick was hard and pointing out of his boxers. Jason reached down and started rubbing it. It was so smooth and Jason loved the warmth of it. Jason was feeling the difference between the head and the shaft the veins and his testicles. Jason had always had large testicles. Jason reached into his bedside drawer and pulled out a bottle of hand lotion. His mom had found it once and asked him about it. He told her it was just that lotion for his dry skin. Jason squirted it on his hand and closed his hand into a fist then Jason grabbed his penis and started rubbing up and down it felt good. The lotion was cold but it still felt so good. He would pull it so hard it would stretch. Jason could feel how it wasn't perfectly round but kind of oval. Jason could feel the veins move out of the way as he moved his hand up and then go back into place as he moved his hand down. It didn't really feel like real sex but it was nice. The whole time Jason was doing this he was thinking about Brad. Jason was thinking about Brad being right there with him. Jason jerked him self off for about fifteen minutes and he could feel that old feeling coming back to him. Jason blew his load and was still pulling on his dick when he came. His cum shot up in the air and came down on his face and chest. It was warm and Jason just sat there panting. Jason let go of his dick and put his hands to rest on his stomach. Jason laid there for about fifteen minutes and got up to take a shower. Jason took a mirror in the shower with him and was checking out his entire body. Jason couldn't believe how much he had grown in a year. Jason's legs were longer and his feet were huge. Jason's torso had stretched up and Jason liked how his chest went almost flatly to his stomach and then to his crotch. Jason liked the way he looked he was all grown up; at least he felt that way. Jason finished showering, got dry and changed his clothes. Jason sat on his couch and turned on his TV. He was watching the making of I Robot when there was a knock on his door. "It's open." Jason's mother peeked her head in and smiled. "Hey I'm home." "Yea I can see that mom." "Hey I'm going to go get some movies you want to come?" "No mom I'm ok." "Ok. I'll be right back." Jason was quiet he was still trying to work out what had happened between himself, Brad, and Jeremy. "Ok mom." Jason's mother left and Jason turned off the TV. Jason knew he didn't want to go through the next few days without Brad he wanted Brad there with him. Jason thought that maybe if he slept on it, it would get better and he could get Brad off his mind, but try as he might, he just couldn't. Jason closed his eyes and went to sleep. E-mail responses to the stories, story suggestions, or other "constructive" comments or advice may be sent to: Patrickgay18@hotmail.com