Date: Tue, 25 Jan 2000 17:10:17 -0500 (EST)
From: Chris G <cgalt08@yahoo.ca>
Subject: turnabout part 4

The following story contains scenes of sex (and yes, even love!) between
young males. If this comes as a surprise to you, I can't even begin to
imagine what you are doing here. My hope is that you will enjoy my story,
and that you will let me know what you think at cgalt08@yahoo.ca

Turnabout -FOUR-

My hand continued its motions across Will's chest. His shuddering showed no
signs of lessening as I went on with my caresses. His breathing became more
ragged, and with my thumb and finger I nipped one of his buds. The
resulting gasp startled me so much I instantly withdrew my hand.

"No, do it again!"

"Man, I thought I'd hurt you! I like doing that to myself; I didn't know
for sure if you'd like it."

"I love everything you do." It was another of those simple, direct
Will-statements I'd come to admire so much. "Keep going!" he begged.

I went back to the nipple, and slowly increased the pressure of my nipping
fingers. I started pulling a little too. His head fell back on the pillow,
his mouth dropped open, and his chest began heaving, dragging the air into
him.

I got up and straddled him, nestling my slathered cock up against his
straining member. Mine twitched into firmer life at the feel of his pulsing
heat. I went to work on both his nipples together. Will's eyes were shut,
his head pressing back into the pillow with the intensity of his
feelings. I decided to shift gears. He wasn't the only one who had been
reading those stories.

I brought my knees together and forced open his thighs, murmuring, "Open up
for me." He did. And the next thing I made Will feel was the faintest of
faint tingles as I began to brush my fingers against the skin just under
his balls. The pressure I used was maybe just a bit heavier than a
breath. The constant swirling of my fingers against his skin went on, up
under his balls, down toward his asshole.

It got to him big time. He opened his legs wider and pulled his knees up. I
knew what he wanted-I seemed to have connected to him on some fundamental
sensory level. My fingers traveled onto his thighs, asscheeks, and then
back to that most sensitive patch right under his balls. Never any
pressure, just the faintest of strokes, the merest brushes of flesh on
flesh. He started to moan, a low growl in his throat as those tingles
spread from where I was touching him out across his body.

His hand, seemingly on its own, reached for his straining cock, needing to
react against what he felt. The cockhead was now a rich plum-like
purple,. I saw his hand start to move and knocked it gently away, saying
nothing more than, "Let it happen!" Will's eyes reacted to the growl in my
voice, but apparently he trusted me and put his hands back to his sides
where they began convulsively gripping and releasing the bed covers.

His hips began rotating and lifting, trying to push against my still-moving
hand. But I adjusted to his thrusts, keeping just the merest gentle touch
against the silky smoothness of his flesh. I teased him further by running
that gentle touch up the underside of his shaft, but I didn't touch the
head. Will's legs were now wide apart and drawn up. So great was his need
for release that his lower body writhed uncontrollably and his moans never
paused.

His hands shot up and grabbed me, pulling me up next to him. I was careful
to keep my lower body a little away so that his cock couldn't touch me. It
strained hard into the empty air as my hand continued to send waves of
tingles, chills, and delight up and down his body. My hand never stopped.

Now Will's mouth was wide open and panting. I wanted to kiss him, but I
knew I couldn't because he was breathing as though he'd just finished a
marathon. His moaning had become louder, his hips were lifting off the bed,
but I still kept the gentle, oh-so-gentle strokes going up and down, round
and round, cherishing that warm soft flesh between his thighs.

He couldn't take it any more. He stopped his moaning pants long enough to
get out a single, faint "Please!" I relented. With a sudden fierceness I
grabbed his straining, aching pole around the base with a crushing grip and
shoved my pursed lips down over the head.

Will screamed once, loudly, and rammed his hips upward to shove himself
into me. If my fist hadn't been clenched around the bottom of his dick, he
would have spitted me on that burning steel rod. There was no more need for
gentleness now; quite the opposite. My man was hurting in his need to
release. I'd never sucked a dick before, but I learned in a hurry what I
needed to do. I operated like a piston, my lips and tongue working his
head, my hand working his shaft.  The single loud scream Will had given was
replaced by a rising crescendo of harsh, almost sobbing moans as his climax
approached.

Then, with one last trailing high-pitched wail, I felt the cockhead expand
in my mouth. I almost lost the tip of my tongue down the gaping slit, and
when I pulled it back an explosion of jizz blasted into me. I swallowed
frantically, trying to keep up with what seemed like gallons of boiling
cum. Somehow, I managed to keep it all in me.

Will collapsed back, pulling in great gulps of air, his chest heaving
upwards until I thought his ribcage was going to pop out through his
skin. I looked down at him, licking my lips and reveling in my first taste
of man-cream. My man's cream, I thought in a fond haze of love and
gratitude.

Will's gasping breathing gradually calmed. Then, gently, ever so gently, I
placed my mouth on his. Our tongues joined, and Will started licking around
the inside of my mouth, tasting himself as his arms come around me and
gathered me to him as though he wanted to pull me right inside of him.

*****

Later, we sat in the kitchen, having by mutual consent pulled on our jeans
to go down in search of sustenance. In other words, we both had a major
need for food. In companionable silence we had raided the fridge of
everything we thought fit to eat, bulldozed our way through it, and now the
remnants of it all were spread around the table. Simultaneously, we both
leaned back in our chairs and sighed contentedly. The synchronicity of it
reduced the two of us to a helpless fit of giggling.

Recovering first, Will sat forward again and leaned his elbows on the
table. He looked across at me, the smile disappearing from his face as he
studied me. He took a big breath and said, "What did you do to me?"

I immediately stopped giggling. "Wha-what do you mean, Will?" Now I was
nervous.

"I mean what you did to me up there just now. And I don't mean the moves
you laid on me. I told you already: you've hooked me. I am totally,
absolutely, insanely, desperately, hopelessly, and forever in love with
you."

I felt the flush start in my toes, travel up my legs, hit my stomach (which
promptly dropped several feet lower than normal), flashed up across my
chest, and finished by flaming my face with what felt like 200-degree heat.

"Gee, Davy, I hope red doesn't mean 'stop' in this case." Will flashed a
quick smile.

"Go-goddammit Will, you're so. blunt! You keep firing stuff at me and I
feel like I haven't had time to catch up with everything that's been
happening before you get on to something else!"  He immediately leaped off
his chair and came around to me to kneel at my side. He draped his arm
along the back of my chair, but otherwise he didn't touch me.

"Davy, I'm sorry!" he said contritely. "But man, you absolutely just blew
me away!" He gave one short bark of a laugh and continued, "Sorry for the
bad pun!" I couldn't help but give a quick grin at that. "But David, and
you've got to believe me here, I feel just exactly the same way you do. I'm
just as excited and just as bewildered by this whole thing as you are. And
the only way I know how to deal with it is by being as honest with you as I
can. I want to know how you feel about absolutely everything, and I want
you to know exactly how I feel. It's not that I'm trying to pressure you,
to push you into anything, to try to get you somewhere you don't want to
go. If we make anything work out of all this, it's going to be because it's
right for both of us. I just wanted you to know exactly how I feel."

I slid down in my chair to rest the back of my head against the arm he had
behind me. I rubbed it back and forth a little. Actions have always suited
me better than words, and right now I needed to tell him as best I could
that I really wasn't bitching at him.

"I'm really not bitching at you," I said. "It's just that. well, you know
."

"No, you tell me. Try really hard to tell me exactly what you're
thinking. I want to know. I need to know."

I drew a deep breath. "When you said what you did just now, about lo-loving
me," I almost whispered, stumbling badly over the big L-word, "I just about
lost it. I mean, well, you already know about how lonely I've been, and
you've come along and filled that big hole in my life. I still have trouble
believing that even that much has happened. And now you sit across from me
in my own kitchen and tell me that I've done this really major thing to
you. You see, I can't even say the words!"

I got up and went over to lean on the counter, my back to him. The flush
hadn't died away; in fact, my face was faintly throbbing.

I felt, rather than heard, him come up behind me. His hands fell gently on
my shoulders. He didn't try to turn me around.

"What you're saying is you don't believe you have that kind of power," he
murmured.

"How could I? In just these few days I've turned from being an absolute
shit into someone who. who." I couldn't figure out how to say what I had
become.

Will finished it for me. "Into someone who has made me love you," he
breathed onto the back of my neck as a soft kiss landed on my nape. His
tongue made small circles against my skin for what seemed like minutes.

Then he stood back up and gently turned me to face him. "Davy, you have
become that person.  And the only reason I can think of for why that
happened is that that person has been inside you all along. You were just
covering it up. Let's face it: haven't you really been thinking, if not
actually saying it, that the same thing has happened to me? Where's the
geek?"

I hung my head at that. He cupped his hand under my chin and forced it back
to the level to look him in the eye.

"Hey, I admit it-no doubt about it. I was every bit of it. But I think that
was my way of hiding who I really was. Davy, we've found each other." His
voice throbbed as he said that. I was spellbound by his intensity. "And
each one of us has brought the other one up from the darkness to the
light. Geez, could I get any more dramatic?" He snorted in self-derision,
but then added, "I'm really serious about this. We are neither of us who we
were last week. We've done that for each other. It's new for both of us,
and we're both going to be learning as we go.  There. Now tell me what you
think."

He still held me by the shoulders, still held me in his gaze. There was no
getting away from him.

I took another deep breath, and finally I felt in control of myself. The
flush finally died away.

"Will, I think you're right. I wasn't really complaining about anything. I
think I'm just scared by the newness of it all, by how much everything I've
felt has changed so suddenly. I-I think I love you!" I blurted out.

"We'll see," Will replied calmly. "You may feel like you're being rushed
into something. God knows I do. But there really isn't any need for us to
rush into anything. What I said to you just now was my reaction to the most
intense experience I've ever had with another person. There's no rule that
says you have to feel the same way about me."

"But." I was starting to panic again. "I don't want to feel any different
than you do!" No, it didn't make a lot of sense, but then what else did?

"Why not? You're a different person. But Davy," he continued as his hands
slipped behind my shoulders to pull me into him, "we've got all kinds of
time to find out how we both feel. And right now we need each other,
right?"

"Right!" I said without hesitation, and pulled his head to mine and into a
long, passionate kiss.