Date: Wed, 16 Apr 2003 02:21:11 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jay Watson <fatalexception0@yahoo.com>
Subject: Nates Life part 4

The following story is fiction. Any similarity to any real person is purely
coincidental. This story depicts consentual sex between teenage boys. If
this sort of thing offends you or it is illegal in your territory I advise
you to stop reading this story immediately.

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After I'd talked to Eric I was once again in a state of optimism. It felt
kind of weird, something I hadn't felt in a while. It had kind of a nervous
edge to it, because in the back of my mind I was expecting something to
take that away from me.

That night I lied in my bed daydreaming about Eric. His hair, his eyes, his
broad shoulders, his cute face. All I could think about was making love to
him.  He was my best friend, and now we were about to connect in ways I had
only dreamed about. As I lay in my bed, unable to fall asleep, I put my
hands under my tented boxers, grab my throbbing cock, and begin stroking it
gently. Thinking about Eric straddling me, humping up and down on my lap
with my cock firmly planted in his ass. Me grabbing a firm, yet gentle hold
of those rosy cheeks of his, giving him a gentle slap every once in a
while. Him moaning at the feel of my cock deep inside his bowels, gently
invading his tight virgin hole giving him a new sensation he had never
dreamed of before.

Soon I took my pillow and mounted it, imagining it was Eric, with his legs
thrown over my shoulders. I'd slowly slide my cock back into his pretty
little fuck hole and slowly make love to him. Our eyes would meet, and we
would kiss eachother.  On the mouth, on the chest, all over our faces. I'd
run my fingers through his stunning golden brown hair, and his hands would
be clenched firmly to my ass as I slowly, rythmically penetrated him. With
every thrust he would moan a little, and his dick would twitch a little
from my cock head pushing against his prostate.  Then, we would both start
moaning intensly, he would blow his load all over his stomach and chest,
then I'd fill his hole with my seed.

The thought of all this sent me way overboard and I shot the milkiest load
I had ever shot before. I was in so much ecstasy I moaned very loadly. Within
seconds my mom rushed into my room to see what was wrong with me, and I
lied to her, saying, "Oh, it was just a bad dream. I'm alright." The truth
was, I was definately alright. I slept like a baby all night after that.

I woke up at 7:00 as usual and rushed into class at 7:45. The day went by
pretty much uneventfully. I met Eric after school and we went to get some
burgers, then play at the arcade for a while. Turns out he can kick my ass
at Tekken as well as Halo! No matter, though, I schooled him in a game of
DDR. When the sun went down, we headed back to my house.

I busted into the door and Eric and I stormed up to my room. I gave my mom
a quick kiss and hello then slammed my door shut and locked it with Eric and
I inside. We glared at eachother lovingly. I could tell that he was as into
it as I was. "Wanna fuck?" I wispered quietly. "Sure," he said without
hesitation, and removed his shirt. He'd been working out, I could tell.
He lost the baby fat, and was now the perfectly shaped, slightly muscular
dream boy twink I had always dreamed about. I followed suit and removed my
leather jacket and burgandy t-shirt, revealing my smooth moca colored skin
and nicely defined body. As we gazed at eachother we were both breathless...
gasping in anticipation. Before we removed our jeans we wrapped our arms
around eachother and kissed passionately. We fondled eachother all over,
slowly, gently, and eventually I slid my hand down to the button on his
jeans, and with one hand wrapped around him, I used the other hand to
unbutton and unzip his pants. He wiggled them down to his knees and pulled
off his shoes and jeans with his feet, all the time not taking his eyes off
of me. I also removed my pants, and soon he was in his red/blue plaid boxers,
and I was in my dark blue boxer briefs. Only a thin layer of cotton seperated
our now throbbing members from eachother. With one hand wrapped around me Eric
used the other to fondle my crotch. I did the same to him and soon our
hands found their way onto our dicks. Eric and I both pulled down our underwear,
and were now completely naked, alone, in the dim, blueish light of my room.

I subtley forced him onto my bed, and started licking his chest. The whole
way through his eyes were half closed, his pretty pink lips quivering, and
his head tilted back, sighing at a whipsers volume. I got myself up, hovered
over him, and positioned my dick right over his mouth, perpendicular to him
in a pushup like position. I sunk all 7 and 1/2 inches of my cock into his
mouth, and he willingly took every inch of it in without hesitation. Then
I lowered myself onto his member, and took his whole 6.5 inches into my mouth
as well. We were now in a 69 position; his face burried into my pubes and mine
into his. I started sucking and thrusting rythmically, rubbing his smooth
milky white legs. Meanwhile he was moaning from the pleasure I was giving his
cock, and perhaps the feel of my own cock sliding in and out of his throat.
He placed his hands on my ass and started rubbing me all over. We did this for
about five minutes, until I pulled out, and hovered up over him once again.

"I want you to fuck me, Eric," I said to him, as I was slowly stroking my cock
looking down at him. "In the ass?" he replied. "No, in the ear," I jestfully
snapped back at him. He got up, and I lied down in his place, which was
slightly moist with his delightful sweat which I would have the privilage
of smelling as I drifted to sleep that night. I tossed my legs up, and he
positioned himself between them. He ran his dick head against my sphincter,
which caused me to close my eyes, bite my lip, and moan like the bitch I
was about to become.

He began to push his cock head past my opening and into my ass. I moaned
and wrapped my legs around his waist firmly. He slowly slid more and more
of it in, and soon his entire length had penetrated me. I could feel his
pubes brushed up against my ass, and I was now gazing into his sexy green
eyes. "Ugh..." I moaned, "fuck me, Eric. I want it bad." He then began
to slowly thrust his waist, sending his cock in and out of me. This time
It felt sweet and loving, not like the crazy Nazi who took my virginity
at the Slayer concert. Thankfully, I was tight enough so Eric didn't comment,
but broken in enough from the insane biker fag to have a good first
time with Eric. He made sweet, passionate love to me, his fists pinned
down on the bed to either side of me, thrusting his cock in and out. My
legs wrapped around his waist and arms wrapped around his back. Both of us
panting, moaning, kissing eachother. It lasted for all but 15 minutes which
felt like an eternity. Then it happened, he let out a loving sigh, and filled
my ass with his hot man milk. It felt as if gallons oozed out of him as
he had what appeared to have been the best orgasm in his life right inside
of me. I followed suit and had an orgasm myself, which caused my asshole
to twitch, intensifying his orgasm. We lied their, kissing and rubbing,
in our post orgasmic bliss, for about 30 seconds. Then he slid his cock
out of me, unmounted me, my legs fell to the bed, and he took a random
piece of clothing I had laid out on the ground, and used it to wipe up
the mess we had made.

We put our clothes on, kissed eachother gently once more. Then he looks
me in the eye and says, "You're the best friend I ever had." "I love you,"
I say to him. "I love you too, Nate... I love you so much." We kiss some
more, then we hug, with our head on eachothers shoulders, silent. Then I
hear Eric sobbing. "What's wrong, buddy?" I ask.

"I... just... I can't... I mean... it's so... ugh! God dammit!"

"What?" I ask again. At this point his sulking uncontrollably, and I
desperately want to know why.

"Just... ugh... I'm... I have to go home. Goodbye, Nate!" he exclaimed,
storming out of my room. I treaded after him, wanting to know what the deal
was, but he stopped chasing him after he exited my front door. I locked
the door behind me, and sighed.

That night I couldn't stop thinking about him yet again. I didn't want him
to feel that way, to be in that state of mind, whatever it was. I wanted
to be his friend and help him through whatever it was he was dealing
with. I didn't cry that night, I just fell asleep. His scent was still in
my sheets from what had went down this evening, and I just drifted off
quietly.

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End of part 4. Email me at fatalexception0@yahoo.com