Date: Mon, 18 Nov 2002 10:48:21 -0500
From: mchalejamie@emailaccount.com
Subject: Reese and Me 23 - Positivity

Reese and Me 23 - Positivity
November 18, 2002

Written by Jamie McHale

Warning - This story contains sexual content of a homosexual nature.

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Reese and Me 23 - Positivity

    "So your parents have such an influence on you, that you started to
think we were a mistake?" I asked, my voice shaky.

    Reese stopped, turning one hundered and eighty degrees to face me, "I
didn't say that."  I could tell he was getting upset.

    "Well that's what it sounded like," I persisted, standing as firm as
possible.  I wanted to let it go, but for some reason I couldn't.  We were
standing in the rear parking lot of our school, late for class.  We should
have been on our way into the building, however we'd spent the entire ride
from home arguing.  I was angry, distraught and confused.  My mind was a
mess of emotions.  I wanted to talk it out with Reese, but it always turned
into an argument.  This was our second session since the night before, and I
think we were both getting tired of it.

    "Whatever," sighed Reese, turning back to head toward the school.

    "Don't whatever me," I hissed, following close behind him.  I reached
out and grabbed his shoulder to stop him.

    "Jake," he complained, "We're fuckin late.  Can we talk about this after
school?"

    "No," I replied, the anger in my voice becomming more and more evident.
I wanted to calm down, but there was too much going through my mind.  There
were too many problems.

    "Jake," whined Reese.  He turned around again, "I didn't mean it like
that!  God."  He straightenned, "Everything's gonna be okay with this police
thing," he said, trying to be supportive.

    For some reason, I couldn't accept that.  "We weren't even talking about
that."

    "Yeah, I know," he said, "But that's where all this started."

    "Where what started?" I demanded, holding onto his elbow.

    Reese paused, "When you got upset.  And now all you wanna do is fight."

    "Oh yeah, and like we've never gone through that shit with you?!  You
faught with me constantly, but when I have a fucking problem, it's 'oh
Jake's just upset cuz of something else!'"  I hadn't been considering my
words.  They just came out, and at the core, I couldn't say that I felt good
about it.

    "Whatever," Reese exclaimed, turning again.  I could see him shaking his
head as he walked away from me.  All of a sudden, I was so saddened that I
felt as though I was about to cry.  I needed to get out of there.  I knew I
didn't want to continue this fight with Reese, so I turned away and headed
back for the Jeep.

    "Jake," called Reese from behind me.  "Where the fuck are you going?!"

    "Home," I replied.  Suddenly the anger in my tone had disappeared.  I
realized that these arguments had been my fault.  The products of my scewed
emotions.  I knew I sometimes couldn't control myself when it came to Reese,
so I resolved to go home and be alone for a few hours.  I would see Reese
again after school, and things would be different then.  Perhaps I would be
more calm, and less upset.  I would have time to maybe get things in
perspective.

    "Jake!" cried Reese again.  I could hear him jogging toward me.  "Why
you goin home?"

    "Cuz ..." I muttered, "I dunno, I wanna be alone."  Just then, a warm
tear began down my cheek.

    Reese touched my shoulders, stopping me.  I whipped around to face him.
"You're crying," he said, gently removing the tear with his fingers.  We
stood there, staring into each other's eyes for at least a minute.  Reese
appeared as though he wanted to kiss me, however he held back.  I guessed
for fear that someone might see us.  "What's wrong baby?" he asked tenderly,
"It is the police thing, right?"

    "Yeah," I admitted.  "I .. I ..."  Another tear emerged from my right
eye.  I sighed aloud, "I just can't believe this is happening to me."

    "It'll blow over, Jake," Reese assured me.  "Like your parents said,
they can't charge you."

    "Cops always find a way to charge you," I muttered, "That guy Ritter
hates me."

    "Well, I dunno," Reese began, once again wiping away my tears, "They're
just being cops.  It's nothing personal.  Anyway, it'll blow over.  There's
no case.  Trust me."  He flashed me one of his amazing smiles.  I remembered
how much I loved him.  Suddenly, I was cursing myself for taking out my
hostilities on him.

    "I'm sorry for fighting with you, it's just that I don't know what's
happening right now.  Everything's fucked."

    "We aren't," he answered, passively rubbing my shoulder.  Suddenly Reese
gestured to the vehicle, "Let's go home, kay?"

    It was music to my ears.  With everything that had been happening, I
needed to be close to him.  "Yeah, sounds awesome."

    ********

    Reese followed close behind as we stepped into my dimly-lit bedroom.  I
stopped in front of my bed, remaining still.  My man came up behind me,
slowly and gently sliding his hands around my waist.  His body tight up
against mine, I could feel his warm breath on the back of my neck.  I almost
shuttered as the little hairs all over my body stood straight up.  I had
been earning for his touch, and now we would have the time alone that we
needed.

    Ever so tenderly, he kissed the crook of my neck.  I closed my eyes,
dropping my head down.  I could feel his breathing intensifying as I began
to rub his thighs.  Sighing with passion, I turned around and we kissed
passionately.  We stood, sliding our tongues in and out of each other's
mouths, switching sides as we went.  After a short time, I pulled away.
Reese opened his eyes, and we stared at each other for a few moments.  Reese
had on his ever-so-popular puppy-dog expression.  My heart was racing as I
leaned in and began to suck on his neck.  He dropped his head back as though
it weighed a hundred pounds, vocalizing his pleasure with a long, deep sigh.
  As I continued to kiss and suckle on his skin, my hands made their way
down to the front of his jeans.  I could tell that we was already
semi-erect.  I knew that time was no issue today, so I decided to make our
love session last as long as possible.

    Realizing that he'd have a massive hickey if I continued on his neck, I
stopped myself, dropping down onto the bed before him.  Staring me down,
Reese promtly joined me.  He climbed ontop of me, leaning in for another
amazing kiss.  It was as though time had stopped.  I could have remained in
that moment with him forever.  Everything was perfect.  I had forgotten
about my problems with the police.  I couldn't remember the reasons for our
previous argument.  Everything was completely euphoric.  Reese was the sheer
epitome of flawlessness.  The feelings he created in my heart and soul were
unmatched by any previously experienced.  He was my one true love, and I was
his.

    We kissed for what seemed like days.  After I had discarded his sweater,
I rolled him over so that I was ontop.  The passion was sweeping through me
in powerful waves, and it felt so tremendous that I barely knew what I was
doing.  Our love-making hadn't had such an effect on me for months.  It was
amazing.  And I could tell that Reese was experiencing very much the same
thing.

    After making my way to the massive bulge in the front of his pants, I
began to pleasure him with my hands.  He moaned for the first time, and I
wanted to just cry out in the heat of the moment.  I worked his cock for
nearly five minutes before unbuttoning him.  I was only getting started.
Reese glarred down at me from the pillows, as I revealed to the light his
throbbing uncut cock.  It had to have been nearly eight inches.  Reese had
been quite excited.  Gripping the base of his rod, I inserted the top few
inches into my mouth and began to give him the finest blowjob I had ever
performed.  In all, it lasted nearly a half-hour.  As I was so apt at doing,
I brought my man to the very edge of an orgasm, and then stopped to keep him
there.  Using both my hands to increase his pleasure, I worked him up to a
semi-climax over and over again.  Reese had buried the side of his face into
the pillow.  His moans were getting louder and louder.  His tight ass lifted
off the bed sheets everytime I brought him to the edge.  It was such a
turn-on; I was loving every moment of it.  Finally, I decided it was time.
Holding onto his small ball-sack with my right hand, I increased my rate of
sucking.  Faster and faster.  And then, when my baby reached his climax, I
let him go all the way.  Suddenly, he cried out, his entire body jolting
slightly.  His cock jerked in my mouth, and he released shot after shot of
hot cum into my throat.

    Within seconds, Reese had collected himself.  I was now on the bottom,
and he was on his way down to my lowers.  It was my turn.  I layed back and
revelled in it.  Reese knew exactly what to do, but on this morning, he
showed me just how great he was at love-making.  I couldn't believe the job
he was doing on me.  I glanced down at him.  He was deep-throating my seven
inches, sliding his tongue around all the way down my cock.  I was gripping
the sheets with both my sweaty fists.  My body shuttered with pleasure as I
finally reached my orgasm.

    We would have continued however, previously, we'd both been so caught up
in the moment that we'd tired ourselves out.  Anyway, the most special part
of the entire thing was getting to hold each other afterward.  Aside from
our socks, we were completely naked.  Curling up in my comforter, we held
each other tight.  We were facing each other when Reese opened his eyes.

    "Hi," I said, flashing him a smile.

    Reese laughed.  "Hi," he replied.

    I took in a deep breath, squeezing his waist.  "That was AWESOME," I
declared, unable to quit smiling.

    "Yeah," he agreed immediately.  "Felt like the first time."

    I giggled, but it was true.  That morning alone with him had been the
best thing to happen to me in a long time.  It was a more than welcomed
departure from my worries regarding the police.  In that moment, I told
myself that everything would eventually work out.  What good would it do me
to continue worrying about it?

    "So," Reese began, his voice soft.  "You wanna go back to school after
lunch or something?"

    "Yeah, I guess that'd be good," I answered, "Shouldn't really be missing
classes.  I have way too much work."

    "Okay," Reese checked the digital clock beside my bed.  "It's nearly
eleven!" he exclaimed.

    "What?!"  I rolled over to see for myself.  Reese was correct.  "Holy
shit!"

    Reese laughed again, "I didn't realize how long we were goin at it."

    I smiled, "It was soooooo good.  Let's do it again tomorrow."

    ********

    Last class was over, and I was standing at my locker awaiting the
arrival of Reese.  I still couldn't stop thinking about our time together
earlier that day.

    "Hey Jake," Chase Miles said from behind me.

    I turned to face my old friend, however he wasn't alone.  Next to him
stood a junior, whom I'd seen from time to time in the herded hallways of
the school.  He was perhaps an inch taller than I, however Chase still made
him appear short.  He had brief, dark brown hair, with which he did very
little.  Most days he was wearing a ball-cap.  And, he was quite cute.

    "Hi," I replied, curious as to what was about to happen.

    "I wanna introduce you to my friend," Chase said, passively glancing
around.  When he was sure that it was safe, he gave a huge wink.  I realized
that this was the person Chase had told me about.  "Jake, this is Cory.
Cory, this is Jake."

    Cory put forward his right hand for me to shake.  I accepted his
courtesy, "How's it going?"

    "Good," he replied, grinning.  "Heard lots about you."

    "Uh oh," I joked.  Suddenly I was feeling a little uncomfortable.  Just
how much had Chase revealed to him?  My array of bizarre life experiences?
My odd sex-life?  My past with Chase?

    "Listen," Chase said, "We kinda gotta go, but I was thinking us four
could get together this weekend or something?"

    I considered it for a few seconds.  I wasn't completely sure how Reese
would like the idea.  "Give us a call."

    "Alright, sure."  Chase smiled, turning away.  Cory followed, and they
made their way toward the exit together.

    I stood waiting for Reese for several more minutes.  After the corridors
had cleared, and there was no sign of him, I determined to go looking for
him.  The location of his last class seemed a logical starting point.  I was
walking toward the nearby science lab when I noticed someone I recognized up
ahead.  Approximately twenty feet in front of me, stood Beverly James,
Alex's Mom.  My heart sank in my chest.  I was so utterly shocked by her
sight that I had stopped, completely dead in my tracks.  I didn't know what
to do.  Critical questions began to shuttle through my mind.  What is she
doing here?  Could I ever face her?

    I watched her as she stood in front of the Vice-Principal's office,
apparently discussing something with him.  She appeared upset, or
distraught.  She hadn't noticed me yet, so I quickly cut into an arterial
corridor.  I couldn't believe this.  It had been months since that fatal
encounter between Alex and I.  What business could she possibly have had
with the VP?  Suddenly, the nightmarish image of Alex ontop of Chase,
cutting him up with the knife flashed before my eyes.  I stopped again,
leaning against the concrete wall for balance.  Holding my head, I sighed
aloud.

    "Jake," Reese said, approaching from the side hallway.

    I lifted my head to greet him, "Hey."  I was genuinely glad to see him.

    "What's wrong?" he asked softly.

    "Nothing," I lied.  The last thing I wanted was to worry him, so I
decided to keep what I'd just seen to myself.  I would tell him later, if
needs be.  "Just have a bit of a headache."

    "Oh.  Sorry I'm late, I was talking to a few people on the way outta
class."

    "No problem," I replied, gesturing for us to head out.  Of course, I
took an alternate route, so as to avoid any contact with Mrs. James.

    "I got asked by a bunch of friends if I wanted to go out for a late
supper downtown.  Wanna come?" Reese asked as we continued toward the back
exit.

    "Yeah, maybe," I said.  It occurred to me that I should ask him about
Chase and Cory.  "I was just talking to Chase.  Says he wants to get
together with us this weekend.  Him and his new guy."

    "New guy?"

    "Yeah, his name's Cory," I explained.  "I guess they're together."

    "Cool," Reese said, however without enthusiasm.  "We can do that, if you
want."

    "You want to?" I asked as we reached the exit.  Pushing the door open,
we stepped through.

    "Sure," he answered, managing a brief smile.

    I smiled back, "Good.  It's just cuz Chase has been trying to get ..."
I'd suddenly lost my train of thought.  Apparently, that day had been the
day of unexpected sights.  Parked directly beside my Jeep, was an unmarked
Ford Crown Victoria police cruiser.

    Reese had seen it as well.  He turned to gauge my reaction.  "Jake, it's
fine.  They're just trying to rattle your chain."

    I wore a tight frown as we continued toward my vehicle.  Having gotten a
little closer, I could see that there was a single occupant in the cruiser.
It was Ritter.  Suddenly, I was angered.  I wanted to confront him, to
somehow find out why he was hassling me.  He'd broached an attack on me in
my own home, and now he was at my school.  I wondered whether or not he'd
been inside.  Was there a connection between my sighting of Alex's Mom with
his presence there?  This was too much.  I resolved that it would be a
better idea just to ignore it all and go home.  I'd been in far too good of
a mood to allow this to turn it around.

    Reese and I passed in front of the cruiser.  I peered into the car to
see Ritter inside, glarring out at me.  To make my feelings obvious, I shook
my head.  Reaching the Jeep, I realized Ritter wasn't making any attempt to
speak to us.  I was glad.

    After climbing into the Cherokee, I glanced over at my man.  "You know
what?"

    "What?"

    "Fuck him," I said, "He's got nothing on me."  As we pulled out of the
parking lot, I was suddenly feeling optimistic about the future again.  I
knew that I had my problems to resolve.  But, I was no longer allowing them
to control my life.

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