From: jtyrant@hotmail.com (Justin Tyrant)
Subject: New Story: Jackson (T/T, Scifi/Fantasy, HS, Anal, Oral)
Date: Sat, 28 Feb 1998 01:44:58 GMT
Approved: moderated.stories@bigfoot.com

This is the first story I have ever written. The sex comes late in the 
story, but it's there. Please write me (jtyrant@hotmail.com) and tell me 
what you think. Don't be shy.

Prelude

        As the world passed the year 2000, a race of beings were discovered
living deep in the Amazon rain forest. Even though that area was already
explored long ago, large villages were now there, built apparently by the
elf-like beings that inhabited them. The elves, however, claimed that they had
always been there, and that we were the ones to "simply appear".

        Soon, other races followed: Dwarves (dwarfin sapiens), short, stocky
humanoids with bulbous noses and a love for alcoholic beverages, Orcs (orken
erectus), tall, troll-like beings that were usually over 8 feet tall and had
limited intelligence, Dracons (draco sapiens), large, humanoid, dragon-like
beings as almost as large as Orcs but much more intelligent, and the Wolfin
(garou sapiens), canine equivalent of the Dracons.

        These "arrivals" sparked xenophobic feelings in most humans, and
fundamentalist religious groups condemned the new races as demons. The
religious zealots soon took over the government, and instituted a totalitarian
state. Scientific and technological progress was halted for nearly forty-five
years, until the government was overthrown and the old democratic ways were
re-instated. Now, the new races co-exist somewhat peacefully with humans.


Jackson


        *BEEEEEEEP*

        I opened my eyes. The clock read 6:45.

        "Shit", I moaned. It was the beginning of another school day. Half
rolling, half climbing out of bed, I glanced at the calendar on the wall.
Tuesday, February 27, 2057. Today marked my 16th birthday, but it would
probably pass as another uneventful day.

        Groggily, I slipped on a pair of black jeans and a Marilyn Manson
T-shirt which survived throught the Religious Years (I'm one of the few teens
who love -really- old oldies). It was really dark in my room, so I decided to
get some light in. "Open Blinds," I stated as clearly as I could.

        "Unrecognized command", the voice from the speaker on the wall
responded.

        I swore again, this time a little too loudly. The computer complained
with the typical "unrecognized command", so I gave up. I'd have to bumble
around in the dark.

        I left my room and made my way toward the kitchen. Sitting at a stool
at the counter, I poured myself a bowl of cereal. Forgetting we were out of
milk, I grumbled at my mother (who had since left for work, however, so my
complaints went unanswered.) After crunching down my dry flakes, I put on my
coat and backpack, and stepped out into the cold, bitter morning. The sun had
yet to come up yet, and I shivered in the chilly outdoors.

        I arrived at my school sopping wet at 7:15, due to the rain that had
begun falling halfway through my walk. Having fifteen minutes before class
started, I sat down at a little corner of the hallway where some of my friends
hung out. Already there was my best friend, Jayse. Jayse and I had been
together since about the seventh grade, and although he wasn't gay like I was,
he was one of the few people that didn't seem to care. In fact, just about
everybody that hung out in that corner were the only people in the school to
take a tolerant attitude. This was because most of them were bi (except of
course my friend Alex, the cutest guy there, as luck would dictate).

        "Wow," Jayse said as I sat against the wall, "You look pretty fucked
up."

        "Oh, thanks a lot," I replied. "I'm as tired as hell, staying up all
night -trying- to complete some homework that didn't get done anyway, and still
couldn't fall asleep."

        "Well then. You have about twelve minutes to catch some Z's." He
glanced at his watch and smirked.

        After a quick nap, we departed and headed for class. My first class was
Biology, which as a course had become very complicated since the discovery of
the new races. Their physiological makeup was much more complicated than a
human's, making the science books force about four times the information than
before in the same amount of time.

        I sat down at my usual seat, which was all the way to the side of the
room, and about halfway back. As the rest of the class slowly filled the
classroom, I noticed that the seat next to me, which usually remained empty,
was occupied. I didn't pay much attention; I was too tired to care.

        The dwarvish teacher's voice rang out. "All right class, let's get
started!" The class quickly settled down after that; most students knew not to
anger a teacher who was a dwarf. Especially Mr. Koar, whose temper was short
even for his race.

        "The first thing I'd like to do," began Mr. Koar, "is introduce our new
student, umm..." The dwarf checked the sheet in front of him. "Jackson?"

        The student next to me rose. I looked up, and was a little surprised
with what I saw. Given his name, I was expecting a human. Before me was a very
beautiful elvish youth. The other thing I noticed, once he stood up, was his
height. Most elves at my age were about as tall as I am (and I was a little
short for a human my age). Jackson looked about half a head taller than me.
There was one other thing out of place about him, but I couldn't put my finger
on it.

        I always had sort of a "crush" on most elves; I thought they were the
most beautiful race on the planet. However, I never learned how the other races
felt about homosexuality. I knew that the orcs generally took a intolerant
stance on the issue (which wasn't a big surprise to me, those stupid oafs). I
constantly hear humans referring to even clearly straight elves as "faggots";
they just couldn't stand their aesthetic personality. This is exactly what I
loved about them, apart from their looks. They had great fashion sense: very
flashy, usually in blues and greens (never reds, however, for some reason their
religion forbade it), and sometimes bordered on the downright bizarre.

        As I thought about this, it hit me: Jackson was wearing a pretty dark
outfit. He also wore black jeans (and denim on an elf was almost unheard of)
and a black cloth jacket closed with a single button near the bottom. I had
never seen black on an elf. He was bare-chested under the jacket, but the
jacket was closed enough to be decent enough for school. It also looked like he
was wearing eye shadow, which wasn't unusual even for the males, however this
was also black.

        Mr. Koar looked confused. "I'm sorry, there must be some mistake..." He
began flipping through the papers. Jackson smiled. "No, that's okay. That is my
real name." Some of the other elves in the class shot him a disgusted look. He
looked away as he sat back down again.

        "Oh." The dwarf still looked confused. He had obviously realized that
Jackson's name wasn't elvish, but was just beginning to accept it. Dwarves were
stubborn.

        Mr. Koar shook his head, as if to clear it up. "In any case," he
continued in a commanding voice, addressing the entire class, "we were just
starting our unit on the various digestive systems, so if you would all grab a
partner and one of these packets..." he dropped a thick stack of paper on the
front desk. "I'd like these at the end of the hour."

        The class grumbled in distaste for the class work as they slowly got up
and organized in to pairs. None of the students seemed willing to work with the
new student. Especially the other elves; they seemed to regard him with utter
repulsion.

        I decided to ask him to be my partner. I had no friends in this class,
and I usually ended up working with some stupid orc who would have me do all
the thinking. I tapped him on the shoulder. Startled, he turned around to face
me.

        "I'm sorry," I said as I withdrew my hand. "I was just wondering if,
umm..." He looked at me with large, slanted, deep blue eyes. Damn, he was cute.
He had long, white-blond hair, and like some other elves, he kept it pulled
into a ponytail at the very top of his head. It was still long enough to fall
down to the middle of his back. As is looked at him I could now easily see the
black eye shadow against his light complexion.

        "Yes?" His voice shocked me back to reality.

        "I'm sorry... I just kinda...uh...lost my..." I put my hands over my
face and exhaled. This was not working. I started over: "Would you like to be
my partner?"

        Jackson smiled. "Certainly, but only if you can concentrate a little
harder while we're working." The look on his face told me he was joking. I
giggled a little and extended my hand.

        "I'm Justin."

        He took my hand and shook it. "Jackson," he said.

        We completed the assignment early; Jackson seemed very good at biology.
We spent the last few minutes of class simply talking and getting to know each
other. I had a bunch of questions for him: about his height, his taste of
clothes, his name. But I didn't want to seem to forward (or rude), so I
controlled myself.

        "So," Jackson asked me, "how long have you lived here?"

        I exhaled and rolled my eyes. "All my life," I replied. "It got boring
the first ten years and now I'm looking to escape."

        "Where do you live?" He continued.

        "Just down that way, a little over a mile," I pointed straight to my
left. "Where did you move here from?" I asked. "Deep New Brazil," Jackson
replied. I nodded in understanding. Brazil had suffered a serious civil war
from 2007 to 2014. Many of the elves had fought on the side of the rebels, who
eventually formed New Brazil. The elves had asked for land to live on, so the
rebels had given them a ridiculously small piece of war-ravaged land. It was
named "NiDewo Bratsil", or "Deep New Brazil", because it is bordered on all
sides by New Brazil. I felt somewhat embarrassed for complaining about living
here.

        Jackson saw my reaction and smiled. "No, it wasn't anything like that,"
he said. "It was a very rich town, and my family was very well off. We lived
quite well until the last year or so. The town eventually became ridden with
crime and ex-rebel humans with nothing better to do than stalk the streets in
rape gangs. We weren't rich enough to move into the Crystal Tower, so we came
here." The Crystal Tower was a tall structure constructed by the elves in the
Amazon rain forest, made entirely out of some unknown crystalline material. No
one's entirely sure where it came from. Of course, no one's entirely sure where
the other races came from, either.

        One of the students, an elf whom I've spoke with on some occasion, got
up to turn in his assignment to the front desk. As he passed us shuffling
through the aisle between the desk, he shot Jackson another dirty look. Jackson
looked away as the elf continued to the front of the room.

        "I hope you don't mind me saying," I said carefully. Jackson looked up
at me. "But you don't seem to be too popular with the other elves."

        "They...um...probably find my height intimidating. I have some weird
genetics." Something about the way the elf said it seemed like he wasn't
telling me the truth, so I decided not to press further.

        The hour was about to end, so I asked if I could see Jackson's
schedule. He handed me a small slip of light blue computer paper. None of our
classes matched except science, but we did have the same lunch hour. "Would you
like to meet some of my friends at lunch?" I asked. He looked at me with
untrusting eyes. "Are you sure? You think they'd like me?"

        "Of course!" I assured him. "As soon as you enter the lunch room, turn
right, and it's the table at the back."

        "Thanks." He smiled at me.

          
* * * * * * * * * *

        I sat in my usual spot in the hallway between 2nd and 3rd periods. I
just sat, thinking. Thinking about Jackson, thinking about myself, thinking
about myself with Jackson (I quickly tried to push those thoughts out of my
head, though. First, it just wasn't possible, second, I try not to have those
thoughts during school). I sighed and laid down, resting my head on my
backpack.

        Jayse approached me. He looked at me for a second, frowned, and said,
"Oh, shit, Justin, I know that look."

        "Do you?" I asked, not looking up.

        "Yes. It isn't Alex again, is it?" I quickly sat up and smacked him in
the back of the head. "Shhhh!" I glared at him. Alex was sitting only a few
feet away, chatting with some friends. "Then it's another elf." My only
response was to stare at the floor. "Justin," Jayse rolled his eyes back.
"We've been through this discussion a thousand times. Contrary to popular
opinion, no one's seen a gay elf."

        "But he's so...different!" I snapped at him. "If it wasn't for his eyes
and ears, I don't think he would be an elf! He wears dark clothes, none of the
other elves seem to like him... his name's Jackson. He's a new student here. We
met in science class..."

        "Dude, you're really fucked up." The bell rang. Jayse got up to go to
class, and suggested I do the same. I just sat there staring. As soon as he was
out of earshot, I simply mumbled, "Yeah."


* * * * * * * * * *

        Third period seemed to crawl by, but as the end finally came, it was
time for lunch. I made my way to the lunch room as quickly as I could (which
was difficult through the crowd). After receiving a small, burnt cheeseburger
and fries from the cafe, I sat down at my table. Only a few people were already
there: Jayse, Alex, and my friends Michael, Sarah, and Danielle. Jackson wasn't
here yet, so I sat down and began to eat.

        "May I sit here?" I was startled by the voice behind me. I turned to
look up into two large, slanted blue eyes.

        "Jackson!" I quickly scooted my chair over to make room for the tall
elf. He set his tray containing some vegetarian concoction on the table. As he
sat down, I introduced him to all my friends. "Jackson, this is Jayse, Michael,
Danielle, Alex, and Sarah." I pointed to each of them in turn. "Everybody, this
is Jackson." They all smiled or waved back, than continued in their
conversation, except Jayse.

        "Damn, you're tall for an elf!" Tact was not one of Jayse's strong
points, but Jackson didn't seem bothered by the statement, and smiled. "Like I
told Justin, I have some strange genetics."

        "Ahh." Jayse returned to the previous conversation.

        I looked at Jackson apologetically. "I'm sorry about my friend, he
never seemed to understand the concept of manners." Jackson laughed. "It's ok.
It's not something that really bothers me." He started poking at the
vegetarian-substance with his fork.

        We talked all lunch period, and it turned out we had lots of things in
common. He liked computers and video games (which didn't surprise me, even
though most elves took a near Amish-like stance on certain forms of
technology). He liked just hanging out downtown at the coffee shops and
arcades. He enjoyed rock and techno music which was very bizarre for an elf.

        The lunch room was beginning to clear out. Our table was empty, but we
didn't notice anything outside our conversation. It was time to go, so we
dropped our trays in the trash and left for class. Before we seperated, Jackson
turned to me and smiled. "Justin?"

        "Yes?" I looked up at him. I was beginning to lose myself in his eyes
again.

        "I think we'll probably be good friends."

        "Me too."

* * * * * * * * * *

        "Jackson?"

        The elf looked up at me. "Yes?"

        "Do you want to come over to my house again tonight?"

        "Sure, we should probably get to work on this." He waved the paper
containing our science report on the elvish nervous system.

        "Good  idea." I replied. At that moment, the bell signaling the end of
class had rung. As we packed up, Jackson said, "Oh by the way, I'm not going to
be at the corner this hour. I need to, uh, get something from my locker." He
seemed really depressed about something the entire period.

        "No problem." We left class and seperated. I sat down where I usually
did. But since Jayse wasn't at school today and Jackson was at his locker, I
sat and simply thought again.

        It had been about two months since I met Jackson, and I was beginning
to think I was truly in love with him. More and more I would think of being
with him: his arms around me, my head resting on his chest. I was deliberately
breaking my no-daydreaming rule, but I didn't care. I wished he had loved me so
badly, but I hadn't seen any sign to that effect. I sighed and laid down.

        I opened my eyes and stared at two familiar sandals before me. I looked
up to see Jackson standing with an upset look on his face.

        I sat up. "What's wrong?" I asked.

        "Uhhm, can we talk for a minute?" his voice shook. He seemed to be
holding back tears.

        "Of course. What's the problem?" I scooted over, making room for him to
sit. He sat down, pausing a few seconds with his head between his knees,
breathing deeply. Then he snapped his head up and looked at me.

        "Um, this is really hard for me to ask...I...got into this
fight...parents..." he seemed to be losing control. He sniffed and started
again. "I need a place to stay. They kicked me out."

        "What happened?" I looked into his eyes and asked. He immediately
looked away and sighed. "My mother...thinks I'm too human. My father doesn't
live with us."

        I put my arm around him. "Oh my God, Jackson, of course. We have a
spare room next to mine, and I'm sure my mom wouldn't care." He looked up at me
again. "Do you really mean it?" he asked.

        "Yes, I'm sure. Do you have anything at your house you need to get?" He
shook his head. "No, all I need is in my locker."

        I put my arms around him and hugged him. He rested his head against my
shoulder and began to cry. "It's okay," I whispered into a pointed ear. "You
can stay with me."

* * * * * * * * * *

        The walk home was a long and quiet one. Jackson, lugging a duffel bag
stuffed with clothes, was very reluctant to talk about what happened with his
family. I didn't press any further about the subject. Once we arrived at my
house, I offered him a soda and some food. "No, that's okay," he said. "I'm not
hungry."

        "Sure." I pointed down the hall. "The spare room is through the door in
the back of my room. You can put your stuff in there. My mom won't be home until
around six, but don't worry, I'm sure she'll be fine with this."

        Jackson gave an unsure smile. "Thank you." he said very quietly before
heading to the guest room. I sat down at the counter and made myself a
sandwich. Jackson was usually hungry right after school, and even though he
said he wasn't, I knew better. So I cut the sandwich in half and put it on a
seperate plate and carried them to the guest bedroom.

        I knocked gently on the open door to the guest room. The guest room was
sparsely furnished, consisting of a bed that we didn't need after I got a new
one, a dresser, a nighttable, and a closet in the wall. I found Jackson sitting
on the bed, staring down at his bag lying on the floor. He didn't look up.

        "Jackson?" He looked up at me as I walked in the room. I offered him
one of the sandwich halves.

        "Heh..." Jackson smiled and looked away. "I guess I can't fool you." He
took one of the halves and started to eat. I sat down on him on the bed and
joined him. "I know this room isn't much," I said apologetically. "But you can
put your clothes in the closet, or the dresser over there, and..."

        "No...Justin...It's great...thank you." Jackson set his plate down and
turned to me. He hesitated for a second, then said, "Justin, can I ask you
something?"

        "Of course," I replied.

        He hesitated again, seeming to be searching for the right way to phrase
his question. Finally he looked at me an asked, "Do you remember the day we
met?"

        "Sure," I responded.

        He took a bite of his sandwich. "How come you asked me to be your lab
partner?"

        My mind raced. I was way to shy to respond with "Well, Jackson, I
thought you were the most gorgeous creature on the planet, and still do, and
developed an insane crush on you because I'm not like most humans!" Still
somewhat lost for a response, I answered, "I dunno...was just, trying to be
nice, y'know..." I looked at him and sort of grinned.

        Jackson grinned back. "Yeah." he sighed. "Wow." He seemed lost in his
own little world as he took another bite of his sandwich. He then turned to me
again an asked, "Can I be honest with you?"

        "Of course," I wondered where he was going with this.

        He took a deep breath and continued. "When you said that the other
elves didn't like me, and I said it was because of my height? It was sort of a
half-truth." I nodded. "The truth is," he continued, "I really do have some
weird genes."

        I looked at him quizzically. "I don't get it..." I said.

        Jackson sighed. "My father was half elf, half human. Not accepted by
either race, he was part of the rape gangs in Deep New Brazil." He thought for
a minute, then continued. "Heh. I'm surprised my mother put up with me for so
long; she considers me some sort of demon child. When I told her I was good
friends with a human, she thought I was too much of `one of them', and kicked
me out."

        I was speechless. I had no idea Jackson had these sort of problems at
home. I had never been over to his house; he usually gave me an excuse like
"Oh, there's nothing to do over there," and we went to my house. My mom loved
Jackson (but I think that was because she also thought he was cute. I always
thought this was a little creepy).

        "I didn't think mixed...races...were possible," I said after a long
pause. "There's a few in D.N.B.," he replied. "They're social outcasts, though.
Many are criminals." He stared of into space again. "I sometimes wonder if I'd
turn out like that if I had stayed..." Jackson shook the thought from his head
as he finshed his sandwich.

        "Apart from your height," I stated with a mouthfull of ham and cheese,
"you don't look human at all. How did the other elves at school know?" Jackson
looked at his empty plate. "Elves, man... we got some weird senses. Plus
there's my name." I had forgotten about that. "If your mom wanted you to be as
elvish as possible, why did she give you a human name?" I asked.

        Jackson shook his head. "She didn't. I named myself because I didn't
like my real name."

        "What was it?" I inquired.

        He blushed. "Its not important," he said, but I pressed harder. "I'm
serious," I pried, "What is it?"

        The elf took a deep breath. "Vice," he replied.

        "Vice?"

        "I told you it sounded silly." He looked away. I immediatley regretted
speaking. "No, Jackson, it sounds fine, its just..." I thought for a minute.
"Its just that `vice' is a human word." He looked at me with a surprised look
on his face. "It is? What does it mean?"

        I rolled my eyes and took a breath. "To be totally honest with you, it
means `Immorality.'"

        Jackson buried his head in his hands. "That's just great. Great." He
began to laugh. It was one of those troubled laughes, the kind one makes when
they can't accept the fact that a pet has died or something.

        I put my arm around him tried to comfort him. "Its ok," I said. "You'll
always be Jackson to me."

* * * * * * * * * *

        The day had passed rather fast, and after we had finished working on
our science project we decided to go to bed. My mother didn't mind Jackson
staying with us at all (she said that she now had someone to eat all the food I
didn't). We had no school for the next entire week (spring break), so it was
about one o'clock in the morning before we got cleaned up.

        I was already in bed reading by the time Jackson got into the shower.
The bathroom was another room across my bedroom from the guest room, so Jackson
had to cross my room to get to his. As Jackson entered my room after his
shower, I ended up literally dropping the book from my hands and staring at
him. He wore only a bath towel around his waist as he stood in the doorway.

        Elves never grow facial hair, but they do grow a little hair on their
chests and groin (a small fact I learned in gym class). However, it's more like
a soft fur than hair. Jackson had a white-blond (same as his hair) patch the
size of his fist in the middle of his well-defined chest. Other that that, they
were totally smooth. Like most elves, his muscles were smaller than a humans,
but they were strong nonetheless.

        "Is something wrong?" he asked as he stood there. He must have noticed
my staring, so I thought hard for an excuse. I couldn't come up with one.

        "N-nothing..." I stammered as I picked up my book. Jackson only
shrugged as he crossed my room and into his. Before he closed the door behind
him, he turned around and asked, "What time are we getting up tomorrow?"

        "Well, considering how late we're getting to bed, I probably won't be
up by noon." My eyes were still transfixed on him.

        "I have absolutely no problem with that. Moon's blessings." he said as
he closed the door. That was the traditional elvish saying for "good night".

        I sighed as I turned off the light. Living with him might be harder
than I expected, I thought as I drifted into sleep.

* * * * * * * * * *

        The next few nights were just as hard (if not harder) for both of us. I
could hardly get a good night's sleep anymore. They were all interrupted by
dreams of Jackson and I together. I usually ended waking up in a cold sweat at
least three times a night. These weren't your typical dreams, either. They were
much more vivid, were much more realistic.

        Jackson didn't seem to be faring too well either. During the day he
seemed distant, lost in thought. He sometimes wouldn't hear me when I spoke to
him (and, as one would guess, elves had great hearing). Once I asked what was
troubling him, and he just looked at me with these sad, lifeless eyes. Their
normally bright, electric blue was replaced by a dull, cold gray. I told him
that he might be sick or something, but he refused to see a doctor, claiming
that there was nothing they could do to help his problem. When I asked him what
his problem was, he simply shook his head in response.

        Sometimes I could hear him rolling around in bed in the next room.
Until we talked last Friday I had no idea he had such problems. I wanted to run
in there and comfort him, but I was afraid of... well, I wasn't sure what I was
afraid of.

        During the days we mostly hung out in town or played video games at my
house. I still couldn't get over the strange (and almost supernatural)
attraction I had for this elf. He didn't seem to notice, though. He was too
caught up in his own problem.

        One night, however, the dam broke. One night I dreamt that Jackson was
slowly dying, but I couldn't save him. I saw him sitting on the bed in the
guest room, covering his face. As he turned to face me, I woke up, drenched in
sweat. I got out of bed went to the bathroom to wash myself off. After a while,
I felt this incredibly strong, burning sensation to go to Jackson's room, a
kind of mental `pull' towards the guest room. It was irresistible. I slowly
walked across my room, afraid, not fully sure of what was going on. I moved
toward the door and quietly opened it. To my surprise Jackson was sitting on
the end of his bed, wide awake, holding his head in his hands, just like the
dream. The blankets seemed to have been kicked off the bed, now lying in a heap
on the floor. He looked up and turned face me. His eyes looked even duller than
before.

        "I'm sorry," I said quietly, and began to close the door.

        "No, wait..." he said, and got up. He was wearing only a pair of light
blue boxer shorts.

        I walked to him as he got up to come to me, and we stood in the middle
of his room. He looked into my eyes and asked, "Justin, have you ever been in
love with someone?"
        
        This could not have been asked at a stranger time. The question took me
completely by surprise. I just stood there, tears welling up in my eyes.
Finally, the sluice burst and all my emotions came flying out. I wrapped my
arms around his chest and began to cry on his shoulder. He didn't seem to try
to move back, he just returned the hug and asked, "It's all right, Justin. It's
okay...who...who is it?" He seemed worried about who it could be.

        "Oh, God, Jackson it's you, Jackson...you...I love you... Oh, God..." I
blurted out. I loved the feel of my bare skin against his. I wanted him so
much.

        Jackson didn't speak. I could tell he was shocked, but what he did next
shocked me even more. His only response was to lift my gaze to meet his. He
looked directly into my eyes (his didn't seem quiet as dull anymore), then
moved forward and kissed me. I was so surprised, but I didn't do anything but
return the kiss.

        After what was the longest minute in my life (and certainly one of the
most enjoyable), Jackson broke the kiss. He took my hand and pulled me toward
the bed. We sat down facing each other. I was the first to speak.

        "Oh, Jackson, if I had only known..." Jackson put his fingers to my
lips. "Shhh. Its okay. Neither did I..." He looked at me for a minute, then
said, "Justin, elves have this...ability...when they find a perfect mate for
them, they start... obsessing over each other. It's quite...painful, if it goes
unanswered for a long period of time. I didn't say anything because I was
afraid of what you might think of me. I've seen the way some humans treat those
who like other males."

        "Jackson, It happened to me too. That attraction... I was afraid for
the same reason... Jayse told me that elves didn't..." My voice trailed off.
Jackson, however, didn't need the sentence finished. "You know," he started,
"This has never happened to and elf and a human."

        "I don't care," I told him. "I love you."

        "And I love you..." He gently pushed me back onto the bed as he kissed
me again. He got on his hands and knees over me as I moved under him and began
to slide his boxers off. I had been dreaming of this since the first day we
met. His 6 1/2" elvish cock sprang free and pointed straight at me. Jackson
breathed heavily as I took all of it into my mouth, burying my nose in the
soft, white fur on his crotch. I inhaled deeply, taking in a mix of musk and a
sweet, elvish scent. It excited me even more as I sucked on my elf lover's dick
as hard as I could.

        Soon, Jackson began to thrust his hips, pushing his cock deeper into my
mouth and throat. I didn't gag; I was into the act too much. I moved my hands
up the back of his thighs to his ass, gently kneading the two muscular mounds
of flesh. Jackson moaned, and was soon about to cum. He thrust forward as far
as he could and held there, as he shot his seed into my throat. As he withdrew,
I got a taste of his sperm. It was incredibly sweet, much like his scent. I
gave it one last lick as he left my mouth.

        I got out from under him as he leaned back into a kneeling position. My
dick was straining against the fabric of the denim jeans, creating a noticible
bulge (this was also because I usually go commando in bed). Jackson looked down
and noticed, alright. Moonlight streamed in through the window onto his face,
revealing the smile on his face as he moved toward me to kiss me again. I
closed my eyes, tilted my head back and accepted his kiss as I put the palm of
my hand on his chest and ran my fingers through the soft tuft of fur. He began
to move his lips slowly down my neck, down my chest,  licking my nipples as he
undid the snap on my jeans. He unzipped the zipper and my six inch cock came
out. He grabbed it with one hand and bent down to kiss the tip, as he slowly
began to jerk me off. After a few strokes, he stopped.

        "Here," he whispered. He reached over the edge of the bed into his bag,
which was lying on the floor next to it. After groping around for a bit, he
procured a small tube of what looked like lubricant. He tossed it to me as he
turned over to lie on his stomach. He looked back over his shoulder, shook the
long strands of white hair from his face, and winked.

        I was a little taken aback at first. I had never known anyone other
than myself willing to do that. I looked at him and whispered, "Are you...
sure?"

        "Yes." He sounded anxious. "Please...I need you..."

        I slowly crawled on my hands and knees over him. "Of course," I
whispered into a pointed ear. I licked the tip of it as I backed up and found
myself over his ass which he raised a little in anticipation. I could really
smell the rich, elvish scent now, and began to lick between his cheeks as much
as I could. Jackson moaned in pleasure as I ate out his ass as thoroughly as
possible.

        Finally, I got up and squirted a gob of lube in my hands. I applied it
all over my cock and my friend's hole, inserting one finger first, then
another.

        After lubing his ass, I positiond myself over him, placing the tip of
my dick between his ass cheeks. I paused for a second, then asked, "Are you
ready?"

        "Yes!" His voice had taken on almost an animal quality to it.

        I slowly began to push my cock forward into him, until it was in as far
as it would go. Jackson grunted and threw his head back. "Yessss!" He didn't
sound like an elf anymore, more like an animal. "Fuck me, Justin. -Mate- with
me."

        I started to thrust, slowly at first, then harder and faster. He was so
tight! I felt my own animal instincts begin to take over as I moved faster and
faster. I began to nibble on the pointed tip of his ear. His eyes clamped shut,
enjoying the pain. I felt a tingling in my balls as I thrust into his tight,
hot ass. "I love you, Jackson. I love you so much."

        A loud, animal growl was the only response. His bestial mannerisms were
really turning me on. Soon I came, shooting deep inside of him. Our deep
breathing was the only noise in the entire house (My mom was on some business
trip, so fortunatly no one heard us). I pulled myself from Jackson's ass as he
began to calm down.

        He rolled over onto his back. I joined him at his side, wrapping my
arms around his waist and resting my head on his arm. Jackson's head moved to
kiss my forehead. He had completly returned to the calm elf I knew. I returned
his love with a kiss to the side of his chest, which I watched rise and fall
with his breath.

        "Oh Jackson, why didn't we do this sooner?" I asked quietly.

        "Because we were too scared," he replied.

        We both were getting very tired. Before I drifted off to sleep, I
looked up one last time at my lover's face and gasped. His eyes had returned to
a deep, brilliant blue.

*End of Pt 1* 

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