Date: Sat, 14 Sep 2002 07:48:53 -0400
From: Tom Cup <tom_cup@hotmail.com>
Subject: In Memory of Steve - Chapter 4, A/Y,  interracial, incest

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In Memory of Steve
By Tom Cup
Chapter 4
Consummation

Just as I had hoped, I got to spend more and more time with Steve once he
and Angie moved into the spare rooms. In the evenings, as Steve sat with
Christopher in one arm, I would nuzzle next to him and he would drape the
other arm around me. I was erect most of the time. It was extremely exciting
to hug him, kiss him, touch him while Mom, Dad and Angie were a few feet
away in another room. The best times, however, were when we were alone in
the house.  It was during those times that our sexual activities moved to
new levels.

Mom and Dad took Angie shopping.  Steve and I stayed to watch Christopher --
he slept from the time they left until the time they returned. I was so
horny that day. I don't know if Steve was trying to turn over a new leaf,
again; he was always trying to do that, but he wouldn't take the hint that I
really wanted to jack off with him -- meaning I wanted him to jack me off.
We were sitting in the den. I was next to him; hugging him and rubbing his
belly.  Every time I would move my hand down toward his groin he would push
it away. It wasn't like a get away from me push; it was more like a not yet
sort of thing, if you catch my meaning. Anyway, it was really driving me
crazy. He stared at the T.V. with his right arm around me.  I squeezed him
and rub against him; begging him in my mind to touch me. The more he ignored
me the more turned on I got. In fact, I had a few minor orgasms while trying
to turn him on!

He was torturing me with his lack of intimacy.  I wanted him so badly.  He
allowed me to rub his belly and massage his chest.  I loved the feel of his
pecs. I would knead one and then the other.  He sighed deeply a couple of
times; I thought, finally, he would finally let me touch his cock, but again
he pushed my hands away.

"You are a horny little devil today aren't you?" he said.

"Yeah, come on let's do something."

"Like what?"

"Come on Steve. You know."

"OK," he laughed, "Let's shoot some hoops then."

"Steve!"

He laughed again and got up. I swear I was on the verge of tears. He turned
at the door, smiled, and extended his hand.

"Come on little lover. I'll stop teasing you."

He led me to my room. We closed and locked the door.  I was in his arms and
kissing him as soon as he turned to me. Finally, his hands started to roam
my body. He pulled away and looked at me. I saw in his eyes a man at the
banquet table ready to feast.  He knelt in front of me and unzipped my
pants. God was I ever ready. My jeans slipped over my hips and down my legs.
He rubbed his cheek against my brief covered cock. I shuddered. Steve
chuckled and looked up into my eyes.

"You ready?"

I nodded. I wanted him to hurry. I needed release. He took his time. He
slowly lowered my briefs, rubbed my belly and fondled my cock. I closed my
eyes, enjoying the feeling.

Gasping, my eyes sprang open and I stared down to learn how he was producing
the extreme pleasure I was experiencing. My cock was in his mouth. I moaned
at the hot, wet, feeling.  My body took over and I began moving my hips.
Steve grabbed my ass cheeks and guided me into a slow, steady rhythm.  I
shuddered. My whole body felt flush. I couldn't control myself, my head, and
my upper body thrashed. I would have fallen over if Steve weren't steadying
my legs. He continued to suck me; rolling his tongue over and over my
hardened cock, slipping it in and out of his mouth. I was whimpering. I
couldn't talk. I felt a tightening in my loins. I thrust myself at Steve. It
felt like I was passing out. I shook and cried out, my cock spasmed; I
crashed on top of Steve, unable to move.

Steve was laughing and hugging me when I finally came to my senses. It
seemed like the room was still spinning. It seemed I had been lying on the
floor beside him forever.  I had never experienced anything like that
before.  I thought that the best it got was when Steve jacked me off the
first time. Gawd! Was I wrong! I clung to him not wanting to let him go.

"You OK?"

OK? Was he kidding? I still felt faint but I nodded.

"You like it?"

Again, was he kidding? Like was hardly the word. My pants and underwear were
twisted around my ankles. I kicked at my shoes, getting them off my feet. I
continued to kick until my pants and briefs were off. I had had the most
intense orgasm of my life and it left me wanting more. I was still hard. I
tugged at Steve's pants determined to have him as he had me. He lifted his
hips; I slid his pants down and plunged my mouth on his cock.  Steve gasped,
telling me to watch my teeth.

I admit I was dizzy, out of control. I wanted to bite it. I wanted to
swallow him whole; but he instructed me, guided me into satisfying him.
Slowly I learned how to bring him the most pleasure. I stroked myself as I
bobbed my head over him, occasionally looking up to revel in his expressions
of pleasure.

"OK Mikey..." His words were pants, "I'm there buddy.... Oh God.... Pull
off.... I'm coming..."

I didn't. I forced myself on him even more. I felt his firmness become
harder. It was fascinating to me. The head of his cock expanded in my mouth.
My lips felt like they would crack. I choked on the first spits, which burst
from him. Like laughing with a full mouth of milk, I gagged and sputtered
his cum through my nose, but I refused to release him until he forced me.
He lay panting, with me beside him, licking my first taste of cum from my
lips.

"That was the best," Steve told me as we cuddled together.  I couldn't think
of the words to say. Tears began streaming down my face as I hugged him. He
became concerned. He held me tight asking if I were all right.  I nodded.
What could I say? How could I make him understand that this was what I
wanted, that I wanted to be with him every moment of everyday?

"I really love you Steve," I said.

"I know, shhhh... I know."

By the time Angie, Mom and Dad returned, Steve and I were in the den
watching T.V., with Christopher bouncing on Steve's knee.  I was jealous
when Angie sat next to Steve and they kissed.  I felt like she was an
intruder stealing what was mine.  I know it was wrong. I know that they were
married and it was me that was the intruder, but that is how I felt.  I
hated Angie at that moment.  I wished that she would drop dead and leave
Steve to me.  She wasn't the one that was satisfying him, I was.  She wasn't
the one proving love for him day after day.  I calmed myself thinking of the
moments we spent together while she was away. I knew that no one would
understand if they found out about Steve and me; so I decided to take every
opportunity to remind him of my love for him. I was desperate not to lose
him.


*****

For my eleventh birthday Steve took me skiing.  We had explored each other's
bodies with our tongues completely by then. I loved when he nibbled on my
ears and then circled his tongue in my ear. I would almost cum simply from
that sensation. I also loved licking his nipples and having mine licked.
The week before the trip, we had a chance to be alone. That day Steve had
slipped his tongue down my shaft and on to my ball sac. He licked and sucked
me there until I was going crazy with passion. I wanted him to suck me off.
I begged and begged him to please take me in his mouth.  Instead he lifted
my legs and ran his tongue down the crack of my ass. I gasped. He began
flicking his tongue over my hole. I wiggled and squirmed at this, yet
another new feeling. He licked and kissed my ass cheeks, always returning
again to the hole at the center of my upturned crack. When he pushed his
tongue into me, I grunted and was surprised to find myself cumming.

In the shower that week, I stroked myself and slipped soapy fingers in my
ass. It was a wonderful time of exploration for me.  I came with great
intensity each time. I imagined, now eagerly awaited, the time when I would
have Steve inside of me.  The thought excited and frightened me; as I
wondered when he would fuck me and if I could take it. We would be alone on
the skiing trip, overnight. I didn't talk to Steve about my expectations.
Somehow I knew that by the end of the trip we would be real lovers.

As we drove to the lodge, I kept my hand on Steve's thigh.  I loved to ski
but it wasn't the thing most on my mind. Excitedly, I look forward to being
alone with Steve, in a room far from Angie and my parents.  We sang to our
favorite tunes on the radio, joked about the prudishness of people, and
exchanged knowing glances; saying yes to each other with our eyes.

After we checked in at the front desk, we went to our room with our luggage
and gear.  Steve started unpacking things while I went to the bathroom.  I
took a piss, and then stood staring at my smiling face in the mirror.  I
can't say I remember stripping nude, but I had. Steve's eyes nearly popped
out of his head when he turned and saw me. He shook his head, and smiled,
saying, "Can't wait?" I smiled back, went to the bed, pushed the remaining
gear and supplies onto the floor, and climbed under the covers. Steve
laughed, and then went to the bathroom to relieve himself.

When he returned he was also nude. He slid in beside me. We cuddled slowly
rubbing and feeling each other's bodies.  We always had to rush before, for
fear of getting caught, but we were alone; we could take our time. What
surprised me was that my fear had completely disappeared. I felt relaxed,
almost sedate, as we kissed and explored each other's bodies.

"I want to get inside of you Mikey," Steve whispered in my ear.

"I know," I said, "I want you too."

"You do?"

"Uhn huhn."

We kissed. Steve left the bed and searched through his gear.  He came back
with a small tube.  He pulled the covers away, revealing my naked body. He
smiled as he bent to take my cock into his mouth. I breathed a sigh. He was
making love to me in the most serene manner.  I slowly rolled my hips,
enjoying the warm bath.  When I felt his hands under my thighs, I lifted my
legs offering myself to him. I watched him, smiling my consent, as he opened
the tube. He applied the contents first to my rectum, and then to his cock.

He fingered me slowly. It did hurt a little. I think because his fingers
were bigger than my own.  But the pain didn't last long; and soon my eyes
were closed, enjoying the sensation.

"You ready?" He asked

I opened my eyes, feeling drunk from having his fingers inside of me. I
smiled lazily and nodded. He smiled back and mounted me.  At first, all I
felt was the head of his cock gliding over my rectum. He made small pushing
motions. I felt a sharp stab of pain. I grimaced and an involuntary squeak
escaped my lips. The pain rushed up my belly and filled my cheeks.  Steve
didn't move. I was panting, trying to get control over the feeling; it soon
passed.  Steve stroked my hair. I opened my eyes. He was inside of me, just
past my ass ring.

"You OK? You want to stop?"

"I'm OK, don't stop." My voice sounded husky to me. Steve bent to kiss me,
his cock sliding a little further into me.  I staggered a breath. My ass
muscle twitched around his cock, then relaxed. I stared into Steve's eyes.
We both smiled. He began moving cautiously in and out of me.

It's hard to describe what I was feeling, as he continued to sink deeper
into me. What I thought was, this is where I belonged. I opened to him,
feeling myself stretch from the inside out. Steve's rhythm increased and I
felt him striking a barrier of some kind. At least that's what it felt like.
I figured he had gone as deep as possible. But, whenever he hit that
barrier, a flash of pure pleasure rushed from that spot into my groin and
belly -- spilling into my chest, causing my nipples to harden and making my
face hot.  I was starting to perspire. My underarms were wet. My back arched
uncontrollably. The wave came at an increasing rate, as Steve increased his
tempo -- striking that spot. My cock was wet and dripping. I felt like I had
to pee again but I didn't want to stop. The feeling kept mounting until I
didn't think I could take it anymore. Steve groaned out loud and pushed
himself deep into me, holding his cock against that spot as he came, pumping
his cum into me. I shook; groaning to my jumping cock, spurting out my own
orgasm.

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