Date: Fri, 7 Apr 2000 01:58:54 EDT From: Justin69SK@aol.com Subject: Michael's Secret Love Chapter 2 --------- Michael's Secret Love Chapter 2 Written By: Justin Case --------- Disclaimer: This story is a love story about two teenage gays, if it is illegal for you to read, you should probably leave. The story will describe sexual acts in a graphic nature. If this is illegal, you should leave. OK, I've given you two chances and you're still here. If this material is offensive to you, why haven't you left yet? This story is fiction, and any similarities to actual persons, places, and events in purely coincidental. --------- Words from the Author: Ah, my soapbox. My favorite place to be. I wonder how many of you, stop and read my messages at the beginning and end of each chapter I write. This is the place I get to sound off. To right the wrongs of the world. I was thinking today. Imagine that. Everyone, and I do mean everyone, has a secret. A secret that they tell no one else, or very few. Something they feel shame from. It doesn't necessarily have to be sexual, but often is. It could be drug use, alcohol use, an eating disorder, or any number of things. Truth be told, we all have a secret. It is how we live with our secrets, that defines us as a person. Don't let your secret eat you alive. Find someone, anyone you can trust, and release the demon. Do not be a slave to shame and guilt. You are a creation placed here by, the Great Architect of the Universe, just like me. Slave not; to your darkness, share it. If you can't find someone to talk to, email me. I will listen, I will accept you. "Walk tall my little ones, hold your heads high, fear not your shame, for you are the chosen ones."--Justin Case. You can find me at Justin69SK@aol.com and be on the look out for my web site coming soon, at http://justinscorner.tripod.com --------- We disbanded from the group of the other kids when we arrived at the Bonnie Eagle High School. James and I walked to our shared locker. Since my last name was Martin, and his Libby, we were the same home room. Our lockers were assigned alphabetically, by home room. James and I chose to share a locker. We share everything. Including our bodies. "James, I think I'm going to drop out of the competition." I said to him as we stood near the locker. James was fumbling with the lock, and had placed his back pack on the floor. He always had trouble opening the lock. He would get so frustrated. His little face would scrunch up, and turn bright red. He would let out these funny sighs, he was so cute. Especially when he was vulnerable with his emotions, like now. "Here babe, let me get that for you." I said, as I smiled at him. I looked into his baby blues, and see he is smiling back at me. He does know his limitations. "Thanks Mike, I am so lucky to have you." He says to me. "No, I'm lucky to have you." I reply. "We are lucky to have each other." James says so matter of factually. He picks up his back pack, just as I swing the locker door open. "Hey, I really mean it, I think I'm going to drop out of the competition." I say, waiting for his response. "Why, Michael?" James asks. "I don't want anything to hurt us, and our relationship. What would happen if you win, how would we deal with it? What if I win? How do we deal with that? Only one can sing a solo." I say, with genuine concern. I am keeping my voice to a whisper, I wouldn't want anyone to hear me. "Michael, know matter who wins, it will be meant to be. Just like our love for one another, its meant to be. I would love you no matter what, and this chorus thing, is such a small thing in our lives. Michael please, please don't." James said, with all the seriousness he could muster. "James Libby, you are the best." I said, as I realized how right he was. "Mike, I heard a teacher say one day; "if life as we know it, was represented by the length of a pencil, our individual lives, would only be a fraction of the sharpened point, in comparison to the entire pencil length", it made perfect sense to me. James said, as he looked deep into my green eyes, and smiled. When did he get to be so smart? I remembered back to when we were ten. I pictured in my mind, James running down the Shannuck hill. I remember him falling, halfway down. I remember running to help this little boy. I had never met him, but he attracted me, for some reason. He has been my friend ever since. It was a funny sight, this little, dirty blonde, boy, wearing blue jeans, and summer T-shirt, ass over tea kettle down the hill. I didn't laugh then, I was now, as I thought about it. "What's so damn funny, you?" James said, as he looked to me. "That's right, YOU." I said, as we grabbed our first period books and headed for home room. Just as the bell was ringing. James and I weren't in many classes together. We had music, and geometry, those were the only two classes we shared. This year the school board decided to go to block schedules. For those of you who don't know what it means, let me try to explain it. We have two blocks, A Block, and B Block, our class periods are eighty-four minutes each. To get all the classes in the amount of time in the week, we alternate between four classes in A Block, and four in B Block. For example A Block one week consists of Geometry, College English, Geography, and Spanish III, and I have those four classes on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. On Tuesday and Thursday I have my other classes, Physical Education, Music, and any elective class I take. During a B Block week the days and classes alternate, so instead of Monday Wednesday and Friday, I only have the classes from the A Block Tuesday and Thursday, while I have the other classes Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Confuse you? You ought to try getting up on a Monday morning, and not remembering whether its A Block week, or B Block, because it changes the lunch schedule, depending on what Block your in. I truly believe these higher educated people, the ones that think this stuff up, have to much time on their hands. I mean did you ever think about this? I talk to my Grandmother, she had Latin in high school as well as French. She is very well educated, and didn't learn with all these new techniques. These crazy new teaching skills seem to start somewhere in the West, and fail; by the time they reach Maine, its some great idea. James and I sit in home room together. Right next to each other. We sit in the third and fourth aisles, fourth desks from the front. Neither one of us wants to be seen. Just heard. We both like to blend in. "Psst, hey James." I whisper, we're not supposed to talk. You know the teachers have to have control. "Mmm?" He says. "What Block?" I always forget. "B, buddy, B." James says, and laughs at me. "Cool, we have music three days together this week." I say, and smile. More time together with my boyfriend. "Yeah, but late lunch too." James says, and frowns. "I know, but we'll be together more." I say, and smile at him. Look at those baby blues. "I'd rather have more time alone with you buddy, we haven't had any time since the chorus practice. I need you." James says, and looks at me with that look, the one only I know. "Let's ditch at lunch, no one will be home at my place, and we can get back for third period. I need you too." I say, and have the look on my face that only James' understands. "I am there buddy, I am there." James is all smiles, now. I can feel my prick start to grow. Damn the bell rings, and I have a bone in my pants. I am happy my jeans are the baggy ones. My baggy BOSS jeans hide my hard dick the best, no need to use the back pack for cover. The first two periods flew by. I was on pins and needles, with anticipation of my upcoming love making session with James. The bell rang, and I ran to our meeting place. We always met in front of the Bonnie Eagle High, right near the huge oak tree, on the side lawn. It had been a secret place for us, since we were kids, ten years old, playing at the playground. The playground, that was in the shadow of this creation of nature, that had to be older than anything in Covington. We ran, practically all the way to my house, it was only a half a mile. That was a good thing, the School Board decided last year; that all students would be bussed. No matter how close you lived to the school. Frieking Eugene, lived right across the street, and he was bussed. So we didn't have far to go. I remember my Dad saying to my Mom, "When we went to school we had to walk, through the snow, as much as two miles, and the snow was much deeper in those days." My Mom just said, "Yes dear." Dad went on for weeks about it. Please, if you ever come to my house, don't bring up the subject of school busses. He still goes on about it sometimes. I was eager with anticipation, I wanted my lover so much. His long arms holding me tight. His cock in my mouth. I wanted him so bad. We flew through the door to my home. Our hearts beating in our young chests. Faces red with the blood pumping. We were a sight. We barreled down the hall to my bedroom, I was first, James was nipping at my heels. He wanted me as much as I wanted him. With us it wasn't just sex, it was beautiful music we made with each other. I was ready for full opera. Hey we're only sixteen, not even in the prime of our sex lives yet. We won't be in the primes until next year, or the year after. We men are cheated, by the way. Our sexual primes come at seventeen and eighteen, and only last one to two years. Women on the other hand, have their prime at thirty to thirty-five. What's up with that? We entered my sanctuary, my inner sanctum. When James was with me it was our place, the place we were safest. We could be one. I was intoxicated with my sexual feeling for James. I was ready to burst. I needed to touch and feel him. I needed to be held, and to hold him. I needed to love him. We closed the door, he reached for me, and I willingly went into his embrace. I held my lover in my arms. We kissed, ever so tenderly. Oh so gently were his lips placed to mine. We slowly undressed each other, taking in the sight of each other. James was so handsome. His five foot six inch frame, his muscular body, his long arms, those legs, and the center of his body, his four and a half inch cock. His lovely cock, springing from the black pubic forest. His balls dangled below. I reached for his dick. I slowly ran my right hand up and down it, while I closed my fingers around the stiffened rod. We held our sweet gentle kiss. He ran his hands down my sides. The sensations of each and every nerve ending in my body was awake. He wrapped his left arm around my waist, and pulled me closer. He pumped his dick towards me, I released my grip. We stood there kissing, and rubbing our dicks against one another, his was rubbing me on my thighs, and just below my balls, and mine rubbed him just above his member on his belly. It was a feeling I wanted to last, as we glided to my double bed, arms around each other, still kissing, and pumping against each other. James pulled me on top of him. He looked up into my eyes, he just looked at me. His eyes said it all, he was mine. I was his. We could communicate like this, not saying a word, and knowing exactly what we were saying to each other. He was saying how much he truly cared for me. I was saying how much I cared for him. His eyes were telling me the comfort we gave one another, the comfort we found no where else. The comfort of our love, our secret love. James was my secret love. I was his. I moved my kisses down his body, I licked him. I nibbled on his body. I ran my hands down his sides, and held his thighs on either side. I moved my mouth to his cock. His four and a half inch dick. He was dripping a little precum, I slid my tongue over the head of his prick, and circled it with my lips. Oh that sweet, sweet, taste, the smell of his boyhood clung to my nostrils. James moved his head and body around. He moved his head to meet my member. He kissed my cock, he massaged my balls with his right hand. Then he mimicked my movements with his mouth on me. We slowly began to suck each other's dicks. We began our concerto, we began our love making, our expression of how we felt towards one another. We took our time. I reached my right hand up to his dick. I wanted to feel it with my hand while I worked my mouth on it. He did the same to me. I ran my left hand under his smooth ass. I grabbed his cheeks, and squeezed them in my hand, while I sucked at him. He reached his left hand over my ass. He had positioned us so I was on top of him, face down, and he was below facing up. He was massaging my ass, and sucking my cock. I began to pump my hips down into his mouth, and in unison he pumped his up into my mouth. I couldn't contain myself. I could feel his hips tighten. I could feel his cock swell in my mouth. I could feel that familiar feeling, building in the depths of my scrotum. I had to roll to my side, I pulled James over with me. We laid there never loosing a stroke, side by side. Connected by our mouths on each others sex. The feeling was too intense. I began to shudder. The thick hot come was about to erupt, like lava from a volcano. I felt the juices as they traveled up my dick. I felt my hot cream, spew into my lovers mouth. He pushed his mouth all the way into my cock. I could feel his lips against the base of my dick, and my pubic hair on his face. Shot after shot of hot seed pumped out of me into his mouth. The climax seemed to go on for minutes. Then I felt James's cock, twitch in my mouth. He grabbed my head with both his hands. He pushed my head into him, and thrust his hips into me, his cock spurted his boy juice, I felt the first shot hit the back of my throat. I drank him, I drank his young semen into my mouth. His cock continued to swell with each pump of his come. I swallowed every drop. We released each others hold, I moved around to hold him in my arms. Side by side, we clung to each other. Our breathing began to slow. I lightly ran my hands over his body, and we kissed. I felt his tongue enter my mouth, we exchanged the taste of our boyhood with each other. We laid there for another twenty minutes until we dressed each other, slowly. We had to return to school. Back into the world out there somewhere beyond our safe haven. We walked back to school. We wanted to savor the moment. We wanted to be with each other. My love for James was a secret, and his love for me was a secret. The world isn't ready for our love. Some are, but they don't live in Covington, Maine. We both were nervous about the audition. It was only a few short hours away. I was hoping James would get the solo, I imagined him singing "Where is Love" and I would jump up in the auditorium, and say "Right here." I would never. I just wished I could release my secret love. I was so proud, and yet had to feel shame. Not my shame, the shame pushed on me by others. --------- Well, boys, what do you think? Who will win the competition? Not really a cliff hanger, unless you like reading a story about true love. If you do you'll be back. If you don't there are other stories, and other authors. Keep your e-mails coming. I love all the mail. The address is Justin69SK@aol.com don't forget my web site is under construction, http://JustinsCorner.tripod.com To my special friends, and you know who you are. Terry, keep em coming babe, Pat, love to you and the frieking cat. Dwane good luck with the ball team. Eric, you are a case, but we love you anyway. To my new friend Addidas4ever, keep it buddy, and oh yeah theCoolestKid nice chatting with you. And to the hundreds of others whose names escape my little brain, love to you all. Ryan here is my love and I patiently await your homecoming. You are me, and I am you, you are mine, forever!