Date: Fri, 28 Apr 2000 14:11:54 EDT
From: Justin69SK@aol.com
Subject: Michael's Secret Love  Chapter 7 (ERW)

Michael's Secret Love
Chapter 7
April 27, 2000

Written By:  Justin Case

Disclaimer: Here you are, on a gay erotic site.  Do you belong here?  Is it
legal for you to be here?  If it is, then you are welcome to stay.  Oh, you
say you hate gays and just want to see what sick things they write about?
You're in the wrong place; I have to wonder how you found us, though.  Why
were you looking?  Strike a nerve, did I?  Feel a little defensive?  It's
OK, many of our own act like we hate us too. Your kind keeps us in shame.
Sorry, it's really not a choice, you know it and I know it.  After all, if
it were a choice you wouldn't be here living in denial.  We really are born
this way.  Hey, this story will contain some sexually graphic material so
keep your eyes open and your minds.

Don't try these things at home, unless you include me.  They could be
dangerous.  Remember, this story is fiction; I made it all up.


And now, words from our Author: Hello, hello!  How you all doing out there
in Netsville?  I hope this finds you all well and in good health. I really
do.  So many have written me with their problems.  My heart goes out to
each and every one of you.  Especially you, Drew; I hate Brian more than
you know; and Jenn is a bitch.  I know you love them both, but they are
some real selfish people and don't understand us.  Move on, my little
friend, open your heart and you will find true love. To you, Romeo, hey,
try the kid across the street.  You know what I mean.  He's ripe and ready,
I know the signals.  That hug he gave you was a 'meant to' hug; he's
checking to see your response.  You'd have better luck with him than
Charlie.  Charlie seems like such a one way kind of guy.  I've had my share
of them.  Oh, and to you, Jojo, thanks for talking to me again.  I wish we
could have the kind of love you want, but it will never be.  I am sorry; I
live in the minds of many.  For that I am truly grateful, but I have my
"real" life outside Netsville.  Hey, my real name isn't even Justin.  I
have a lifelong commitment and am happily involved with a real person in my
real life. I am flattered though, truly I am.

One last comment, to all of you.  I don't accept download mail.  I received
a virus a few months ago and no longer download.  I know your mail doesn't
have a virus; that's what the person whom I knew thought. He was just as
surprised as me when our computers failed.  I don't accept pictures, and
really don't like to send mine out.  I hate chain letters; I have good luck
and don't need to have my mail clogged with anything that really isn't
important, such as your letters of hope, they are very important.  I hope
you all understand.  Thanks for your cooperation.

You can still email me at Justin69SK@aol.com

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I sat there in the Lobster Shack, with James sitting across from me.  What
was I going to do?  I had no ideas; my mind was circling, like vultures
around their prey.  Around and around until they pounced.  Only nothing was
coming, my mind was not seizing any thoughts of correction.  I was feeling
dizzy.

"I don't know, he just ran off," I replied, as noncommittal as possible.

"Oh, that's too bad, I was hoping we could play Blitz 2000 on the machine
together.  That's why I wanted to meet here," James said, and sounded a
little put off.

"I don't know, James, I'm still not feeling well; I think I'm just going to
go home and lie down," I said, feeling so depressed and guilty.  I could
feel tears welling in my eyes.

"Why don't you come to my place?  I'll give you a back rub, that always
makes you feel better.  I'd like that; no one's home; they all went to some
church thing.  We'd have a couple of hours, just you and me," James said in
his most persuasive voice.  He smiled at me with want written all over his
face.

It was those baby blues that brought me around.  A massage would feel good;
one coming from my James would relax me and maybe I could think clearly.  I
said, "Yeah, I love you, James.  I really love you."

We left the Lobster Shack and headed to his place.  I was starting to
anticipate our time together, alone in his bedroom.  I was already
relaxing, well, not totally; my little friend was waking up.  I could feel
the beginnings of a boner building in my pants, thinking about James's soft
hands rubbing my body.  I loved this guy so much.  I felt like I had
betrayed our secret love and for that I felt guilt.  I knew I would have to
tell him of the incident, I just wanted to wait until the time was right.
I mean, after all, it wasn't hurting him.

As we walked to his house I could smell the crispness of the air.  I could
hear the chickadees chirping and the crickets peeping in the meadows.  The
beauties of God's creations are awesome in early spring here in Maine.  As
we crossed the bridge over the Saco River, I could hear the water rushing
over the rocks.  I wondered how many years it took for all the boulders to
be placed on the riverbed.  I thought about the power of nature.  I
realized how small we really are in this prodigious universe.  If we are
that minuscule in comparison, my problems were less than that.  Yeah, my
problems were nothing when I thought of them in that manner.  I'd just push
them to the back of my mind and live on.

I was beyond horny when we finally got to James's; my dick was aching to be
touched and caressed.  I hungered for his touch, I desired his tenderness.
I just wanted to be with him, to be loved and comforted, to love him in
return the way it is meant to be.  As we walked into the kitchen, I turned
to him and gently kissed him on the lips.

"I love you, Michael," James said to me as we embraced each other.

"I love you too, James, with all my heart and soul.  I love you today and
will love you the rest of my life," I said, with all my heart.  I meant it.

"Let's go upstairs and I can give you that back rub," James said, as he
took his arms from around my body.  He grasped my right hand with his left
and led me upstairs to his bedroom.

James had his own bedroom; it was at the top of the stairs on the right
side of the little hallway.  Across the hall on the left was the guestroom.
James's room was really neat; he is a clean freak.  Everything in order,
not like mine.  James had a twin bed, on the right wall as you came in to
the room.  The head of the bed was just inside the door.  At the foot of
his bed he had an old Army footlocker that was his dad's.  James kept his
most prized possessions in that trunk, including the letters I have written
him expressing my secret love for him.  Just opposite the footlocker was
his computer desk.  In the middle of the wall directly across the room from
the door was his window, the only one in the tiny room.  To the left of the
window was his dresser; on its top he kept my picture, and his cologne
collection. On the wall to the left as you entered the door, he had his
poster collection. James was a football fan; his favorite team was San
Francisco.  He had this fantastic poster of Steve Young; surrounding Young
he had other posters.  My favorite was the one he had of the whole
Forty-Niners team.

"Why don't you take your shirt off?  I'll put my comforter on the floor and
you can lie down on it," James said as he grabbed the blanket from his bed
and began to make a place on the floor for us.

I started taking off my shirt.  I was so excited, my nipples were erect.
My dick was screaming to be released.  I laid down on the soft down
comforter, stomach down.  I rubbed my hard cock into the blanket; it felt
so good.  James sat at my side and began to run his hands up and down my
back.  He paid close attention to my neck and shoulders, he actually
massaged them.  I was so relaxed.  His hands caressed me and it was pure
heaven.

"Hey, buddy, why don't you take your pants off?  I'll do your legs too,"
James said softly to me.

I rolled to my side and James helped me remove my pants.  The air rushed
over my legs like a blanket of cotton.  The feelings I was experiencing
were titillating.  My cock was raging hard and busting out of the slit in
the front.  James reached his right hand to my manhood and slipped it up
and down a few times.  I wanted to have him.  I lay back down on my stomach
and he began his massage again.  He used his fingertips to make slow and
deliberate linear motions up and down my back.  Then he began to
concentrate on my upper thighs.  He started on the inner sides of them.  He
had each of his palms inside my legs, rubbing me.  He slid his hands under
my boxers and massaged my buttocks.

I could feel the wetness of precum on my boxers as it oozed from the head
of my cock.  My dick and balls felt like there were like tiny pins and
needles tickling each and every nerve ending from the insides.  My
breathing became deeper, I started to moan.  God, I felt so good.  James
teased at my muscles and nerves with his fingers and hands.  He rubbed,
stroked, and pinched at me.  He put his hands below my stomach and moved
them to roll me to my back.

I was in front of my young lover, vulnerable and on fire.  He began to pay
attention to my nipples.  He pulled on them and rolled them in between his
index finger and thumb.  As he played with my tits, my cock twitched inside
my boxers.  He lowered his mouth to my right nipple and began sucking on
it.  When he moved to the left nipple, the air was cool on the right nipple
and I thought my nipple was going to have an orgasm.  He licked and chewed
on my left nipple and slid his hands down my sides.  He pushed them into my
boxers and stroked the outsides of my thighs.  I pushed my hips up to his
movements.

"James, oh James, I want to make love to you," I whispered up to him and
reached for the bottom of his shirt so I could pull it over his head.  The
nice thing about the basketball shirt was I could slip it right off his
body.  I drank in the sight of his delectable chest.  He was so smooth and
shiny, as the sunlight cascaded through the single window off his back.  I
played with his nipples as he had just done with mine.

James slipped my boxers down my legs.  I lifted my butt off the blanket
enough to have this done with ease.  James lowered his mouth to mine; he
lay on my body, still clad only in his beach pants.  Naked chest to naked
chest, he kissed me deeply.  He ground his pelvis into mine.  I could feel
his rock hard cock through the cloth of his clothing, rubbing against me.
I ran my hands down his sides and pushed them into his pants.  I felt his
pubic hair with my fingertips.  I pushed my hands deeper into his trousers;
I could feel the sweet nectar on the tip of his blood filled penis.

James lifted his hips off me; I undid his belt and pants.  I pushed them
down his legs as far as I could reach.  He lay back down on my body.  His
cock was like satin as it rubbed against mine.  We kissed again, long and
tender.  I felt his tongue enter my lips; I sucked it into my mouth.  I
pushed my tongue into his, we licked each other's tongues while we held
them in our mouths.  James reached his right hand between our bodies and
stroked my cock.  My hips made involuntary movements to meet his hands.
James pushed his own rod into mine and his working hand.  He grasped both
our cocks and jerked them while holding them together.  We pumped our hips
to each other's movements.  I needed release.  I could feel my orgasm
mounting deep inside my balls.

I moved my body so I could take James into my mouth.  I flicked my tongue
at the head of his cock.  I licked my lips to get them wet with saliva.  I
wrapped my lips around my teeth and pushed my sucking mouth down his shaft.
Slowly I sucked him into my mouth.  I felt James's mouth on my sac; he
sucked my balls into his hot mouth and slid his tongue around my nuts.  He
slowly stroked my member; he started at the head of my cock and rubbed the
juices into his hands and used it for lubrication while he jerked me off.

I was ready to explode.  I could feel his cock swell in my mouth.  He used
his left hand to play with my ass.  He probed at my hole with his left
index finger.  My cock was pulsating in his right hand as he stroked me.
He continued sucking at my testicles all at the same time.  "MMMM, yeah,"
James said softly to me.  "Yeah, that's it, babe. Yesss," he said between
his breaths.

My climax was mounting, I was to the point of no return.  James sensed it,
I felt his hand slipping up and down my cock tighten its grip.  I began
thrusting my hips forward and locking my mouth onto his dick.  I moved my
left hand to his dick below my mouth and began stroking his rock hard
member in time with my mouth.  His hips began pumping in rhythm to my
movements on his cock.

I felt the orgasm in the pit of my stomach as it traveled to my balls. I
could feel my hot thick come as it shot up my cock.  I felt my jiz shoot
out of the head of my dick.  Like a rocket bursting in air, bam, bam, and
bam, and bam again.  Four streams of hot juicy boy come shot onto James's
chest and face.

I felt his cock explode in my mouth.  I felt a jet of come shoot down my
throat.  He pushed his cock in as far as he could.  I reached both my hands
around his ass and pulled him to my mouth.  I could feel his cock swell on
my tongue with each shot of come he gave my wanton mouth.

We laid on the floor, spent and exhausted.  We lay there for at least
fifteen minutes, naked and facing the opposite direction, motionless and in
silence.  God, I loved him so much, I thought to myself.  I had to tell him
sooner or later about Eugene.  Or did I?  I was still so confused about
everything, for now I would just keep it Eugene's and my secret.

"Hey, love, we better get dressed before the family comes home," I heard
James's voice saying to me.

"Huh? Oh yeah, I guess you're right.  Thanks, James, I love you," I said,
coming back to earth from outer space.  "I got to be going home now, too,"
I stated as I got up to dress.

"Michael, you have the nicest butt.  Did I ever tell you that?  I mean it;
your ass is the sweetest thing on your body, behind your prick.  I mean
your prick is always in front," James said, trying his best to be funny.

"I got it the first time, you nut," I said as I smiled at him.  "I kind of
like your cock in front of my ass too," I continued the silly joke. Might
as well, right?

"Call me later, love?" James asked as I finished putting my clothes on.

"Yep, I'll call you about seven-thirty.  I have some history homework I
need to do," I said, and moved toward my lover to kiss him goodbye.

He stood there, still naked, his shriveled cock still glistening in the
sunlight from my saliva and the remains of his come.  I could not resist;
after I kissed him I dropped to my knees and licked the remnants of our
lovemaking from his deflated penis.  I could feel him start to get hard
again in my mouth.

"Hey, you better stop something you can't finish," James said to me, and
pulled his body away from my mouth.

"I just couldn't resist kissing him goodbye, too.  He's like way cute, I
love his one eye," I said and kissed him again on his lips.

I walked home, reflecting on the last day of my life.  I had cheated on my
lover with Eugene.  I had kept it a secret from James, the boy I loved.  I
had Eugene tell me he loved me and that he was gay.  I was still upset
about the way he ran off.  I thought to myself that I would call him before
dinner as soon as I got home.

I passed through the Shannucks' yard, and she wasn't out.  As I cut through
the Diamonds' and Masseys' corners into my own yard, I noticed Hawkeye was
out.  Hawkeye Massey lived next door to us.  He was the resident busybody;
he never missed a thing.  If he did, he made it up anyway.  Hawkeye was the
recipient of many a Halloween trick; actually, many pranks were played on
him when it wasn't Halloween.

"Hey there, Mr. Martin, congrats on your being selected to sing the solo at
the spring concert.  We'll see you there," he yelled from his back porch to
me as I crossed our back lawn.

"Thanks, Mr. Massey.  I hope I do well," I called over my shoulder.  I
didn't want to look at him; he might see the guilt of the pranks written on
my face.

I went straight to my bedroom.  I picked up the phone to call Eugene.
Damn, I remembered that I didn't remember his number.  I reached for my
address book, looked him up, and dialed the phone.  On the second ring his
mother picked up.

"Hello," I heard her say.

"Yes, this is Michael.  May I speak to Eugene?" I asked.

"I'm sorry, Michael.  I don't know how to tell you this.  Eugene is at the
hospital with his dad.  Actually, I was just going to call your mom.  I
need someone to come over and watch my little ones.  Apparently Eugene
tried to kill himself; he had to be rushed to the hospital down in
Portland.  I am just beside myself.  I can't talk long.  Could you please
have your mom come right over?  Thank you.  Is she home?"  Eugene's mother
was saying practically incoherently into the phone.

"Yes, ma'am, let me get her, hold on, please.  Is he all right?  Is there
anything I can do?"  I was in shock.

"I don't know. Michael, this all just happened.  It was quite a
shock. Please, I need to get there to be with him.  Let me talk to your
mom."

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Wow, poor Eugene.  I hope he's going to be OK.  I hate to leave you all
here, but I am tired.  Send me your thoughts if you desire.
Justin69SK@aol.com Hey, I hope you all realize that this is book one of my
'Secrets' Trilogy.  Yep, that's right.  This is part of a three book series
that deals with secrets and how they interact with relationships.  Each one
of the three books deals with one of the three main facts of life: Love,
Death, and Taxes.  Michael's Secret Love deals with Love.  Guy's Secret
talks about death.  Luke's Secret Art will be a tale about taxes.  I hope
you read them all.  They are all posted here.