Date: Thu, 28 Nov 2013 16:16:20 -0500
From: Colin Platt <cjames.courage@live.com>
Subject: High School: Kyle and Kip - Part 2

This is a fictitious story that occurs between two consenting adults over
the age of eighteen that takes place during their senior year of high
school. If you are not permitted to read these types of stories, or are
considered a minor in your place of residency, please do not continue
reading. I couldn't decide on a title for the story, so I just used the
standard naming of the main characters as the title. If I ever start a new
series and submit it to Nifty, maybe I'll be a little more original. Enjoy!

Part 1 Refresher:

I walked to class, sat down, and got situated. The bell signifying the
start of eighth period had just rung when I opened my notebook to begin the
assignment on the board. I turned to the next unused page and found a
note. It read:

I want to get to know you. Step 1: Call me. Tonight.

           Kip

Listed below the note was his cell phone number. I couldn't breathe.

Kyle and Kip - Part 2

Fast forward three months and here we are. I am sitting across the dinner
table from Kip at my favorite Italian restaurant on a busy Friday evening.
If you would have asked me when I first met him if I would fall in love
with him, I would laugh in your face and tell you to go fuck yourself.
Believe me, I still hate him for ruining what I had going. Now I have
something to stop me from going to college; now I have someone who holds my
heart and has the ability to break it again. The only problem is that I'm
afraid if he breaks my heart, it won't fix itself. But Jesus Christ I love
this man.

"Babe, what's wrong? You seem really distracted"

"Oh. I'm sorry.  I'm fine," I say, smiling and regaining my sense of
surroundings.

"Do you want any dessert?" he asks with a skeptical tone.

"Uhm, sure. I think I'll have the creme brulee. What are you thinking about
having?"

"I'm not really sure. I'll probably just try their Tiramisu," he said,
scanning the dessert menu that I have memorized by heart.

He continues to browse the menu until the server comes back to take our
dessert order. Kip decides to stick to the Tiramisu and I can't help but
get butterflies in my stomach when I watch him smile. It still affects me
even if he isn't looking at me. But what is going to happen when we
separate for college? We'll be exposed to brand new ways of life. We might
grow apart. If that happens, it will be the same as a broken heart.

The server brings out our desserts, does the standard check-drop-off
procedure and tells us to enjoy. Before I even look up at Kip I know he
didn't hesitate in devouring his dessert - it's his favorite part of the
meal.

"How is the Tiramisu, babe?"

"Great! So good," he says with a full mouth and a half empty plate. Then he
puts his fork down and his face becomes serious. This must be it...I knew
this was coming. I can't believe I was so stupid to think... and things
were going so well!

"Look, Kip, you don't have to say it. I underst"

A lump caught in my throat and I was unable to finish my sentence. Here, in
the middle of a crowded Italian restaurant, Kip was lowering himself to one
knee. Is he serious? What is going through his head? He better not be
proposing...

"No," I say.

But it doesn't stop him. He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a
jewelry box the perfect size for a ring. I glance around at the neighboring
tables. People are staring; some with hate in their eyes, but mostly a
general display of adoration for young love.

"Kip, don't do this to me."

I am visibly shaking. I can't do this. He opens his mouth.

"Kyle, I would love to spend the rest of my life with you..."

"No, Kip, you're not proposing to me. It's not happening."

"Listen to me, Kyle. Please," he begs. But I can't do it. I'm too
young. I?m too scared.

"I said no!" I scream at the top of my lungs. The whole restaurant becomes
silent. Everyone is staring at me now, but their expression has changed.
General curiosity sweeps the room. It seems like time has stopped. I cannot
let him go through with this because I know that once he asks, I might say
yes and that terrifies me. I throw the napkin onto the table, push my chair
backwards so hard that it crashes to the floor and bolt for the door in a
motion so smooth it seems like it was made for the next blockbuster movie.

I burst through the doors of the restaurant as tears begin to fall down my
face. God, what was he thinking? He thought I could handle that?! And to
top it all off, he decided to do that in public? Holy fuck. I walk to the
edge of the sidewalk and whistle down a taxi to take me back to my
apartment. Thank God my parents bought me an apartment for my senior year
to get me used to being away from them so I can be better acclimated while
attending college. I would hate to explain this to them and let them see me
like this. I'm a mess. I tell the taxi driver where to go, and he veers off
with the precision of a drunken person. How do these people keep their
licenses?! The ride is silent except for me telling him where to go, asking
him how much I need to pay him, and thanking him for his services.

I feel so numb. I don't even realize that I've walked up the stairs to my
apartment. I don't realize that I fumbled with the key for what seemed like
forever just to unlock the damn door. And I'm on autopilot when I walk
in. My cat comes over and runs the length of her body next to my leg and
looks up at me and meows. She knows something is wrong, but I don't have
enough energy to tell her. Maybe I shouldn't have shot him down. Maybe I
should have just told him I would think about it. I can't imagine he'll be
over to see me tonight. He usually spends the weekends at my apartment, but
something tells me that after storming out on him tonight, I might not get
the chance to make things right. The tears start to fall yet again.

"This is going to be a long night," I say to my cat as I fall onto my bed
face first and she jumps up next to me and curls up at her favorite spot
near my hip.

****

I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I know I'm startled awake
by the slamming of my front door. I already know its Kip because of the
sound of his footsteps.  I gave him a key when we started getting more
serious, but I'm sure he'll be giving it back after he takes what little
things of his that he keeps here back to his room at his parent's house. I
don't think I'm ready to get married while I'm still in high school, but I
certainly don't want to lose him. I see him flip around the corner and
enter my room. I try to start talking before he can, but that happens to no
prevail.

"Kip, I'm so sorry!"

"WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM!?" he screams. "You left me kneeling in a
restaurant, completely humiliated because you didn't give me the fucking
chance to say one goddamn word to you! You acted like a child and ran out
before listening to me! How is a relationship supposed to work when only
one side is listening?! I mean, come on, Kyle. What the fuck!?"

I sit up in bed and try to tell him why I ran, that I couldn't marry him,
but he continues.

"I don't understand. I try to prove to you every day that I love you, and
that I won't hurt you, and that you're all I need, but you just can't seem
to accept it.  You're so fucking insecure! Why can't you trust me? You have
some serious issues, Kyle. All I wanted to do was make a promise to you!
What did you think I wanted from you?"

Oh, my God. He wasn't going to propose? Was it just a promise ring? Holy
shit, I feel even more horrible now. He paces back and forth at the foot of
my bed, clearly waiting for an answer.

"I thought...I thought you were going to ask me to marry you," I choke out
through my tears.

"What?! Why would I do that? It's not even legal in Pennsylvania! Are you
serious? We're so young, Kyle. What makes you think I thought we were ready
to make that type of commitment?"

"I don't know, Kip. I just got scared, okay? I got scared and I ran! I
didn't know what to do.  It scares me enough that you hold my entire heart
in your hands. I can't breathe without thinking about you, I can't laugh
without thinking of the way you smile, I can't touch anything without
comparing it to how your skin feels underneath my fingertips, but I just
can't think of marriage! And I got so worried that if I said yes, you would
end up breaking my heart. But if I said no, you would think I didn't love
you and would leave me. So, I ran. I didn't know what else to do. I
panicked, and I'm so sorry."

The tears are coming more violently now, and I can tell that Kip doesn't
have any energy left to argue - neither do I. I love him, and that's all
that matters. I crawl off of my bed, walk over to his tense frame, wrap my
arms around his neck and pull him down the few inches until his lips caress
mine.

"I'm so sorry, Kip. Please forgive me?"

"Of course, beautiful."

 "Do you still want to tell me that promise?" I ask, hoping that he still
wants to.

"Oh, yeah, I've had this for two weeks, and I needed to find the right
moment.  I guess now will do," he says as he pulls out the box from his
back pocket and kneels down while grabbing my hand and flattening it out to
put the ring box on. He opens the box, and a beautiful white gold band set
with three small diamonds shines brightly at me.

"Kyle, I have found in you something I haven't been waiting for, but
something I feel like I have known my whole life. I feel like I never met
you; I was simply remembering you from a past lifetime. You make me happier
than words can describe. You make me laugh, you turn me on, you hold me
when I'm weak, you love me when I'm strong. With this ring, I promise to
give you everything that you give me and more. I swear to never leave you
unless it is your wish. I vow to love you passionately, fiercely, and
irrevocably, and I give to you my word of honor, love, and trust. Would you
please except this ring?"

"Yes. I accept," I say with a dorky smile plastered onto my face.

I can see the excitement surge through him as he takes the ring out of the
box, and slips it onto my finger. It fits perfectly. I look at him as he
looks at me and I can see the lust in his eyes. He slowly stands back up,
throws the ring box over his head, and grabs my face. His lips crash onto
mine and his tongue begs for entry. I let him control the kiss and he
doesn't stop for so long I feel dizzy when he finally lets go. He grabs the
collar of my button down shirt, rips it off of me and is silent so he makes
sure I can hear the buttons bouncing on the hardwood floor. His mouth
returns to mine and I fumble with the buttons on his shirt. I push it off
of his shoulders and hear it hit the ground.

Kip grabs my hips and grinds his hardening erection against my own. He lets
out a small moan as he kisses me that sends shivers through my body. I
can't take it any longer.  I push him off of me and throw him onto my bed.
I rip off his belt, pull his trousers down and climb on top of his muscular
legs. I begin sucking his cock through the cloth of this underwear and I
have him moaning my name.

"Ugh, Kyle. Don't stop. Suck me. Take them off, I want to feel your lips
around my dick."

I do as I am told and tear his underwear off. I tease him by licking his
balls and stopping just at the base of his penis. He grabs my hair and
pulls me onto the head of his throbbing shaft and I expertly swallow all
nine inches of his perfect chocolate member. He cries out in ecstasy. I
work my tongue around the head as I bop up and down and take a few minutes
to kiss, lick, and worship his dick.

"I love your cock, babe." I say in between mouthfuls of his dick.

"Aw, fuck yeah. Get up here, I want to suck you," he demands.

I guess I wasn't going slow enough, because he pulls me by the shoulders up
to the pillows and throws me onto my back. He kisses me once and makes his
way to my plump, erect nipples. He knows how much it turns me on when he
licks and lightly bites them.  And within seconds I'm ready to blow, but I
want this to last longer. He must have known I was close because he came
back up to my lips and kissed me again.  His hands reached down towards my
pants. He didn't have the patients to deal with the button and the zipper,
so he just rips them off. I didn't care. I want him. I need him.


He pulls everything off and pounces onto my seven inch cock. I moan as soon
as his lips make contact. I feel my cock enter into his throat and can last
no longer. I make one final moan and scream his name as I release my cum
into his throat.  Six intense blasts later, he lets go of my dick and licks
it clean.

Then, he flips me over onto my stomach, lifts my ass up, and dives in. His
tongue works wonders and within seconds I'm rock hard again.

"Oh my God. Holy fuck. Eat me. Ohhhhhh. Don't stop. Give me that chocolate
tongue!" I moan loudly.

He rims me for a few more minutes until he thinks I'm wet enough, then
moves away. I feel empty, but I know what's coming next. I push my ass
higher and hear him moan at the sight of my pink hole winking back at him.
I hear him spit onto his cock and listen as his hand pumps up and down,
spreading the makeshift lube over the surface of his raging dick.

"You ready for this dose of chocolate, baby? You ready to have my kids
swimming around inside of you? God, you look so sexy like this."

"I want it, please babe. Give it to me. I need it. Nowwww," I cry. He makes
me wait no longer and pushes all nine incredible inches inside of my hungry
hole. It feels so good that I shake with lust.

"Yessssssss," I hiss.

He begins to slowly move back and forth picking up a steady rhythm until he
is slamming into my body and hitting every spot in my body. God, he knows
how to fuck me. He reaches around and grabs my nipples and twists them in
his hands. It sends me over the edge and I cum for the second time.

"Oh, baby. I can't handle that hole grabbing my dick. I'm gonna nut real
soon. Ugh, fuck.  Oh, Jesus," he pants.

He slams into me a few more times and lets out a loud moan. I can feel his
cock swell in my hole and feel the warmth that his cum gives me.

"Oh, fuck. Take my babies up your ass. Oh, my God!! Holy fuck. Yes, take
them. Ahhhh, Kyle.  Uhhhhhhhh."

After he is done impregnating me with his children, he collapses onto my
back and twists my head to the side so he can kiss me in his post-orgasmic
high. He rolls to my side, pulling me with him, all while keeping his
softening dick inside of me. I can feel the cum start to flow out, and wish
I was tasting his sweet juices.

He pulls the hand with the promise ring to his lips and lightly kisses the
ring.

"I love you. So much," he says.

"I love you, too," I reply sleepily.

I turn my head to kiss him one last time and drift into the deepest sleep
I've ever had. I'm so glad I found such a perfect man.

_________

If you're still reading, thank you. I wanted this chapter to harness both a
romantic side as well as some good sex. This is my first attempt at writing
something for Nifty, so please send me your feedback and let me know if I
should continue writing.  I?m open to ideas!

Thanks!

   Colin

(cjames.courage@live.com)