Date: Mon, 18 Dec 2000 18:49:11 -0800
From: Justyn <justyn51@hotmail.com>
Subject: Reese and Me 2 - Bliss

Reese and Me 2 - Bliss (Sequel to Reese and Me)
December 18, 2000

Written by Jamie McHale

Disclaimer and Warning: The following story contians sexual content of a
homosexual nature.  It is not intended for those under the legal age.  If
you are offended by homosexual acts, or it is illegal in your locality to
view such material, leave now.

Note: This story is the property of the writer, any copying in part or in
whole of this document is prohibited.  Why?  Cause I'll shoot you!  JK.  By
the way, this story is completely fictional and does not involve any real
people.

This story is the sequel to Reese and Me, submitted December the 16th 2000.

EMAIL me if you have any comments.  mchalejamie@hotmail.com

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    Reese looked down into my eyes, and I looked back up into his.  He
looked semi-sad, semi-happy.  If such a combination was even possible.
Even though we'd just been making out for two hours, I wanted to grab him
and pull him back down onto the couch with me.

    "I gotta go," he said, hesitating to grab his coat off the nearby
recliner.  I could tell that he was hesitant for the same reasons that I
wanted him back on the couch with me.

    "Come on," I pleaded.  We were barely halfway through the second movie
and he had to go home.  It was at times like this that I absolutely hated
his eleven thirty curfue.  Even though my own was no better.

    "I was late last night, Jake," Reese said, finally making a move for
his coat.  "Considering that I live right across the street, my Dad's
starting to wonder . . ."

    "Who cares," I cried desperately.  My hard-on felt as though it were
about to burst out of my pants.  We were just about to take them out and do
something with them when Reese noticed the time.

    "I do," he replied, starting for the stairs to head up to the main
floor.  "And if you ever want me to be able to come over again, you should
too."  With that, he began up the staircase.

    "Wait!" I cried, tearing my body off of the couch and making a run for
the stairs to follow.  My parents were fast asleep on the second floor, so
I thought it would be safe for me to give him a goodnight kiss.  Reese
didn't like the mooshy stuff, but I was whipped.  But hell, at least I
could admit it!  He loved me too, but he had a different way of showing it.

      I stood in the foyer watching him lace his shoes.  When he was done,
he slipped on his coat and bent toward me.  I took him by the sides of his
face and kissed him passionately.  When we were done, he turned to leave.

    "Goodnight, Jake," he said on his way out.

    "See you in class," I relpied, closing the heavy wooden door behind
him.  Making my way back downstairs, I jumped back down into the couch.
Without wasting any time, I unbuttoned my pants, slipped my six incher out
and starting whacking off.  There was just a little too much sexual
tension, and Reese hadn't been too much in the mood to have sex.  He was
confusing at times, but he was just so fucking hot that he could act any
way he wanted.  It wasn't just his looks though.  After two months
together, I knew that he had feelings for me.  He'd stuck with me through
some hard times.  A month ago, when my grandparents were killed in a car
accident, he was over at all hours of the day.  I was really close to my
Mom's parents.  And when I lost them it hurt, but somehow just having Reese
over, soothed the pain.

    I thought about the first day that I met Reese Pirelli.  It's not very
often that you meet someone and hit it off right away like he and I had.
We had sex the first day that we knew each other!  And that night together!
Woah!  I've never been to heaven, but I can't imagine that it's much better
than that.

    I ended up blowing my load into a bunch of kleenex and eventually just
falling asleep on the couch in front of the T.V.

    The next morning was hot!  I stood in the mirror in the master bathroom
upstairs, dressing.  Considering the scortching temperature, I decided to
wear shorts with my t-shirt.  I put on my bright orange pair of shorts, and
to go with them, my orange and white t-shirt.  I spiked my hair and was out
of the house and into the Cherokee in seconds.  Reese's Mom's Camry was
already gone out of the driveway, so I guessed that he was already gone to
school.

    Starting the Cherokee, I buckled up and pulled out into the street.
Traffic on my street was, as always, dead.  And the ride down to my school
was uneventful.  I parked the Jeep in the back paking lot and entered the
school with my back-pack.  The hall was loaded!  Even more than usual.  My
school's got a large population, but it's never quite as bad as it was that
day.  It was then when I realized that there were basketball tournaments in
the gymnasiums that afternoon.  Making my way through the traffic, I
arrived at my locker just befrore the second warning bell.  Period A would
be starting soon, and I began to fear that I'd be late.  I'd taken a
ribbing the day before from my teacher.  She said, or screamed, "Jake
Moraine!  If you're planning on being late again tomorrow, don't even
bother coming to class!"  I was like, "Fuck you, bitch," under my breath.
Sometimes I wish I could just tell them all off.  I didn't like a single
one of my teachers.

    I got in the door to my Period A just as the bell was ringing.  I
fake-smiled on my way past the teacher and had a seat next to Reese at our
table in the back.  After the announcements were concluded, Mrs. Singer
stood up and peered across the room, right at me.

    "You seem to have trouble getting to class on time, Mr. Moraine," she
said.

    My face turned bright red.  I could feel all the eyes in the room on
me.  I wanted to tell her off, but all I could muster was, "I guess so."

    "When the bell rings, you are to be in your seat ready to work," she
continued.

    I hate it when a teacher gives you shit in front of the whole class!
Not that I felt bad about being a little late for my first class in the
morning, but I was terrified of being up in front of other people.  That's
why I was always conveniently mising from class on the days that we had to
present at the front.

    Class started as usual, and Singer gave us all a new assignment due at
the end of next week.  Everyone got to work, and there was a lot of chatter
in the room.  I turned to the stud next to me, "So what's hapenning?"


    "Nothing, working," he replied dryly.  His notebook was open and he was
eagerly getting his work done.

    It was morning, and he was in a mood.  I decided I'd try to brighten it
like only I could, "So it's Friday, we going out tonight or what?"

    "Yeah," he replied, "I guess."

    "There's a dance at the Youth Center," I continued, "Costs like eight
bucks at the door, and they're open to everyone.  I heard it was going to
be packed, with basketball hapenning right now and everything."

    "Cool," he answered, finally looking up at me from his work.  "I'll
go."

    "Great!" I exclaimed.  He soon went back to work, and I started on
mine, but for a couple of minutes, I couldn't take my eyes off of him.  He
looked right awesome.  But then again, he always did.  I'd had a couple of
other guys when I was a little younger, (in grade 9) but Reese had to be
the cutest guy in the whole school.  And there were some hot guys in my
school!

     The school day went by pretty quickly.  But it always does on Fridays.
Reese and I climbed into our vehicles and headed home.  After arriving
home, we waved at each other and headed into our houses.  I'd spent most of
the day with him, as well as the night before, so I didn't bother inviting
him over for a bit.  We both needed our time away from each other.  But, we
definitely needed out time together as well.

    Soon, the evening rolled around, and after eating pizza with my
parents, I headed upstairs to my room to get ready for the dance.  I picked
out my favorite outfit.  A big beige sweater with a white horizontal stripe
going all the way around it, and big baggy blue jeans.  I had my evening
shower and got dressed.  I sprayed on some collogne and slapped on some
deodorant.  I decided to do my hair a little different.  Just to make sure
that Reese would definitely be in the mood tonight after the dance.  I
applied gel to it, and just messed it right up.  I let it set for a couple
of minutes and then headed downstairs for the foyer.  My Dad was waiting
for me there.

    "Dad I'm going to the Youth Center dance tonight, can I take the
Cherokee?"

    "Sure, just be careful.  And make sure that you lock the doors," my Dad
replied.

    He was so cool.  I was so happy that my Dad wasn't an ass hole.  I had
enough of that with my Mom.  I was glad that she worked most of the time
and I didn't have to put up with her.

    "Bye Dad," I said on my way out the door.

    "Bye Jake!" he cried, hoping I'd hear him.

    Climbing into the Jeep, I started it up and backed out into the road
and then right back into Reese's driveway.  He was already on his way out
the door.  Jumping into the passenger's side, he smiled at me.

    "Hey," he said.

    Now he was in a good mood!  "Hey," I replied, grinning back at him.  I
proceeded to pull out into the road and take off at thiry five down to the
intersection at Grey Street.  I turned right, and soon we'd arrived in
front of the Youth Center.  I parked the red Jeep in the mix of vehicles in
the immense parking lot.  The cool thing about the Youth Center dances was
that it wasn't a bunch of little kids running around.  It was mostly people
our age.  So it was fun.  And, a bonus was that they played pretty good
music.

    Reese and I entered the large building and immediately payed our eight
bucks.  Moving into the dance area, we were astounded by the amount of
people present.  There was a large grouping of people dancing near the
speakers, and another at the tables.  Reese and I made our way to the
tables area.  Having a seat at the nearest clear table, we took in our
surroundings.  The room was, of course, mainly dark.  However, they had set
up a bunch of strobe and laser lights above the speakers and sound
equipment.  This created a neat atmosphere for the dancers.  Even though I
didn't dance much, Reese did, so he was soon off to cut a rug with some
friends from school.  In the meantime, Alexander, Clay, Billy, Veronica,
and Marisa joined me at my table.  More friends soon followed and before
long, there was no more room at my table.  But, that was alright, 'cause
the way I see it, the more that marrier!  We all just sat there chilling,
with the music blarring in the background.  That was what I liked to do at
a dance.  Sit and chill with a bunch of friends.  Every now and then, I'd
catch a glimpse of Reese jumping around and head banging on the dance
floor.  Actually I was looking for him, hoping I'd spot him out there in
the mix.  I could never get bored of looking at him.  He was Reese, and he
was mine.

    Eleven thirty rolled around and Reese returned to the table.  At this
point it was surrounded by people socializing.  I had spent most of the
time shooting the shit with Alexander.  He wanted me to come over and drink
with him after the dance, but I knew more exciting things awaited me at
home with Reese.

    "You almost ready?" Reese asked me, coming right up close to my face so
I could hear him.  He got so close in fact that I thought the others at the
table might think something.

    I was about to reply that I wanted to stay for a while longer, but then
I noticed the look on his face.  He was slightly grinning, with an obvious
amount of anticipation in his face.  Three seperate girls had tried to pick
me up that night, and all it took for Reese, was to give me a certain look.

    I got up and, after we'd said our goodbyes to everyone, Reese and I
made our way out to the Cherokee.  Soon, we'd arrived at my house.  I ran
upstairs to make sure that my parents were fast asleep and then, made my
way back down to the basement to join Reese.  He'd put on some music.  A
burned Rap mix.  When I entered the room, there were no words said.  At
first, we just stood there and starred at each other.  Even though it was
quite dark in the room, with the only light coming from the hallway
outside, I still got caught up in his eyes.  Then, suddenly, we grappled
each other, falling back into the nearest couch.  Reese tore off my
sweater, almost ripping the seams.  But, I didn't care very much,
considering that I was already into his cargo pants, struglling to get them
off.  We kissed intermittantly, while we weren't too busy trying to rip
each other's clothes off.  We were just way too caught up in the moment!
There was too much lust and passion there between us.  We didn't care about
anything else, except each other.

    I wrestled him onto his back.  After pulling off his pants finally, I
went down on him, feeling his boner through his sexy silk boxers.  He was
breathing real hard now.  But, he soon lost interest, tossing me onto my
back.  I smiled as he stradled me.  He smiled back, before dipping down so
that we could kiss some more.  We explored each other's mouths and tongues
for a while, but, soon Reese was headed down my chest, kissing and licking
his way to my crotch.  He tore away my boxers, revealing my hard-as-hell
cock.  As I ran my fingers through his hair, he ran his tongue along the
length of my dick.  And then finally, he took the entire thing into his
mouth.  He sucked and sucked, getting faster and faster with every passing
minute.  I couldn't hold my load any longer.  I shot into his eager mouth.
He swallowed my cum, and brought his face up to my level.  I wasn't done
yet, and neither was Reese.  I grabbed him and threw him down onto his
back.  I removed his boxers, and immediately began sucking his long uncut
dick.  It was so sweet!  I kept him on the edge for a half hour.  I'd bring
him to the brink of blowing his load and then stop to kiss and lick the
length of his cock.  Then, I'd take him to the brink again.  And then
again.  When I decided to let him blow it, I started sucking furiously.
His breathing increaded steadily and he moaned loudly as he shot his hot
load into my throat.

    Reese didn't stop for a second.  He gripped my hips and turned me over.
I was getting tired, but he seemed to have the energy of a five-year-old.
He began by feeling up my ass and crack with his hands and fingers.  Then
he teased my hole with his knob.  Next, he inserted his knob.  I couldn't
hold it in, I had to cry out.  Then, he put in the first four inches of his
big dick.  He humped me hard, moaning more and more as the minutes passed
by.  My cock was still rock hard!  I was so turned on, that I thought I
might be able to fuck all night.  Reese finally orgasmed into me, with one
final cry that I'm surprised didn't wake up my parents.

    He relaxed and took out his cock.  We cuddled together and soon fell
asleep.  We ended up making love in the morning as well.

Well, what do you think?!  How 'bout I go for a trilogy?!  Tell me at
mchalejamie@hotmail.com