Date: Fri, 2 Mar 2001 19:10:10 -0500
From: Marc Savoie <msavoie@vianet.ca>
Subject: When One's Life is Sex - Installment 2

	The Normal Disclaimer - If you're underage, or if it's illegal for
you to be reading this, don't read it. If you feel uncomfortable with teen
boys having sexual relations, don't read this. If you are offended with the
idea, don't read this. If you just don't want to read this type of material
for any other reason, don't read this.

	If you have any comments about this story, contact me at
msavoie@vianet.ca Tell me what you all think! Good feedback is as welcome
as bad feedback! This is a true story. It has happened, and I am telling it
as best I can. Hope it pleases you all!


	I'd seen Kyle numerous times over the next month or so, but we
never spoke of what happened.  I was always wondering what he was thinking,
whether he was looking at me in disgust, or with an indifference like he
usually did.  I always imagined the best, then the worse always took over,
making me almost cry each time.  I never really knew quite what to think of
him, and my thoughts always bewildered me.  It got to a point where I
dreaded going out with him and our friends, but I wasn't going to let
something like that ruin our friendship, so I just kept at it.  Finally I
got up the guts to confront him.

	"Kyle, we need to talk," I stated.  He looked at me with a funny
expression in his eyes and followed me away from our circle of friends.
"Are you angry with me cause of what happened?" I asked.

	"No, God no!" he replied.  I let out a quick breath and my
shoulders relaxed a little.

	"Did you like it?" I asked, still wondering whether he had been
asleep or not.

	"Loved it!  How's about I come spend the night at your place
again?" His expression was comical.  I laughed at him and agreed.  We
returned to our group of friends, and I was a lot less stressed and tense
then I had been at the beginning of the day.  We went out to the movies
with our friends then we went back to our homes.

	That night, after dinner, I called him and he came over.  Again, we
just sat in front of the TV until my parents decided to finally go to bed.
It was pretty late, and Kyle seemed a little tired.  We soon jumped into
bed.  I was stripping to my boxers while Kyle jumped on my bed and relaxed,
hands behind his head.

	I admired his body once again.  I scanned his body, from head to
toe.  Even with clothes on you could make out his slim physique.  I stared
at his face, which was twisted into a mischievous grin.  I then moved down,
scanning his shirt for any signs of his slim body.  I could make out his
slightly developing pecks.  I then reached his pants.  His Kackies were
laying against his slim legs.  I could just barely make out the shape of
his cock.  I was now in my boxers, and they were outlining my now growing
erection.  I jumped onto the bed.

	He looked at me with a questioning look in his eyes.  I smiled at
him and he smiled back.  I then grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled
it up over his head.  I took a few seconds to admire his chest with my
eyes. I then ran my fingers across it.  I paused at each nipple, slowly
rubbing them, making them stand on end.  I then moved down and played with
his cute little belly button.  He giggled a little at my childishness, but,
deep down, he loved it.

	My elbow slightly brushed against his still rising cock.  I came to
his belt and fumbled with it to get it undone.  I finally had it undone and
I was slowly pulling it out as he stared at my tented boxers.  I then
unzipped the zipper, slowly pulling it down.  I undid the button and opened
his pants.  I could clearly see the outline of his now-erect cock through
his boxer-briefs.  I pulled down his pants and he raised his butt a little
so that I could get them completely off.  I threw them onto the ground then
scanned his now bare legs.  They seemed even better in the light of my lamp
then they had in the darkness.  There was a light down of hair on his legs,
but not enough for him to be considered hairy.

	I slowly ran from the bottom of his leg up to his tented boxers,
rubbing my stiff cock against his leg.  I slipped the tips of my fingers
into the elastic of his boxers and slowly pulled down the front to reveal
his beautiful cock.  It's head stuck to the elastic at first, and when it
came uncaught it slapped back to his belly.  I giggled at him as he looked
at me quizzically.  He and I were staring into each other's eyes.  His eyes
were just as beautiful as the rest of him.  Their blatant blueness seemed
to scream their rebellion at his brown hair.  As we stared I slowly grabbed
his now very stiff cock in my hand.  He breathed in quickly, then returned
to his normal breathing just as quick.

	I slowly pulled his foreskin back from the head, which was, as
before, peaking just slightly.  I then broke our stare to look at his cock.
It felt and seemed so right in my hand.  I slowly rubbed up and down his
shaft, watching in amazement as the head went in and out of the foreskin.
I glanced up at his face.  His eyes were closed.  His face was one of
pleasure.  I continued pulling on his rock hard rod.

	He looked at me and stated that he wanted a blow job.  I looked at
him quizzically, he had been pretty straightforward about it.  I was,
however, happy to oblige.  I slowly brought my head down toward his cock.
I started by licking his balls.  He moaned lightly, not wanting to make to
much noise and wake my parents.  I then licked up the sensitive part of his
shaft.  He clamped his mouth shut so that he wouldn't moan as loud as he
would have if he let it out.  I pulled back the foreskin, then, and licked
the head of his cock.  His stomach muscles tensed almost immediately.  I
then took his entire rod into my mouth all at once.  He whistled as his
breath rushed into his mouth.  He let out a little grunt, but nothing more.

	I then sucked on his rod like there was no tomorrow, swirling my
tongue around it wildly.  Licking the head every time I reached it.  He was
going wild, keeping as quiet as possible.  His legs were stiffening and
unstiffening.  His hands, which he had placed on my shoulders, were
clenching and unclenching.  This heightened the sense for me.  The slight
pain he was causing to my shoulders made me more aroused.  His balls
tightened suddenly, and he placed his hands on my head.  He pushed my head
down onto his cock as he shot.  His cock rubbed against the back of my
throat, and I almost gagged.  I tried to pull up, but his hands were
keeping me down.  I slowly accustomed my throat to the foreign object in
it.  I then took the rest of his cock down my throat.  He started to spurt,
and the feeling of his semen in the back of my throat was beyond
explanation.  I sucked him until he was done coming, then got off his cock
and lay beside him.

	I hoped he would give me at least a hand job in return, be he
seemed afraid to touch my cock.  I made nothing of it, not wanting to make
him stop coming to my place, as much as I wanted something in return, I
loved having his cock in my mouth a lot better.  He fell asleep soon
afterwards and I took the opportunity of this somewhat being alone to jack
off and give myself the little amount of relief that I could.

If you'd like to know how our relationship developed gimme a shout.  Just
as before, the addie's msavoie@vianet

I wanna hear from all of you.  I want to know whether I should continue the
series.