Date: Mon, 23 Jul 2001 04:44:25 +0000
From: Jacyn Alias <jacyn2000@hotmail.com>
Subject: The First and the Last - Chapter 6

     I guess they like disclaimers here on Nifty. Don't read this if you
shouldn't for some reason. Well, that was easy. Oh, this is my first story
so any criticism is welcome. I mainly just want to know if people are giving
it some attention. I'll continue it with or without feedback since I'm so
easily walked on - but come on! Give a boy a break. My address should be at
the top, but just to be sure, its "Jacyn2000@hotmail.com" without the
quotes.

     The Heaven and Hell in this story are totally fictional and hence bear
no resemblance to the actual Heaven and/or Hell, living or dead. However, if
they do, then we're all screwed. Well, unless you're an asshole. Oops,
giving away plot, better just get to the story....


		    The First and the Last - Chapter 6
				 by jacyn


     Michael had just gotten home, feeling happier than he had in his whole
life. Considering his generally good life, that really meant something. As
usual, his parents weren't home. Throwing off his clothes as he went along,
Michael headed for the shower. After his experience - first sexual
experience ever - with Levi, he was erect to the point of pain. His whole
crotch was tingling, almost glowing, with urgency. Not to mention, precum
and sweat had left him a bit sticky.

     Setting the water at an appropriate temperature, Michael slid his tan,
youthful body into the stream. Michael sighed, the warm water felt good.
Using a washcloth, he gently went over his body. Michael was proud of how he
had developed. He often laughed to himself, thinking: "Hey, I'd fuck me!"

     Moving slowly, he scrubbed his small chest and nipples, his subtle six
back, his taut yet smooth arms. Reaching behind, Michael went over his tight
ass, continuing to his lightly haired, defined legs. Dropping the washcloth,
Michael used both hands to caress his thighs, causing his already-hard dick
to fill with even more blood. It throbbed, demanding attention.

     "Oooh" Michael let out a small groan, pinching his left nipple. With
his other hand, Michael gave his cock some aggressive yanks - up, down, up,
down, up. Moving lower, he rolled his balls around, while utilizing his
other hand to continue manipulation of his nipples. Michael's body, by now,
was convulsing. Little shocks were turning his spine into a highway of
sensual feelings. Precum flowed freely, covering the hand that was now
swirling it's fingertips around the crown.

     Michael let out some involuntary grunts; the sensitive head of his dick
had taken control of his brain. With all his patience and willpower drained,
Michael tightly grabbed his engorged appendage. Pulling and pushing
frantically, he could feel his so-desired release was coming soon.

     "Levi, please..." Michael's other hand, meanwhile, was around the other
side of his youthful body, gently pushing at his lower region's sweet spot.
He was never brave enough to actually go inside, but knew the simple
pleasure of his fingertips' touch. Though thoughts of Levi were certainly
encouraging.

     With stimulation coming at Michael in large waves, from so many
locations, he could not hold on any longer. His orgasm swept over his nerves
like a hurricane with no rest-bringing eye midway through. It came on
strong, and stayed strong. He couldn't move, forcing his hand to simply
squeeze as several ejaculatory bursts forced their way out, only to be
striped from the wall by running water.

     The last bit dribbled out, over Michael's hand. He brought his hand to
his face, hoping for a taste, but found nothing left, thanks to his
location. Though he desired some more boy-juice after his actions with Levi,
he would not be able to orgasm again after such a literally nerve-wracking
masturbatory session. Slightly disappointed, Michael made sure he was
totally rinsed off, turned off the stream, and stepped out of the stall.
Grabbing a nearby towel, Michael dried himself off.

     Ring! Ring!

     "Who could that be?" he said to no one in particular. Wrapping the
towel around his waist, Michael moved into the kitchen to grab the phone.

     "Hello?" Michael asked, wiping water from his brow before it got to his
eyes.

     "Where the hell were you, man?" Sam asked in a not-so-subtle manner.

     Michael suddenly felt nervous, what if Sam found out? "Oh, I just
didn't feel like school today. I'm sorry if I broke your sweet little
heart."

     "Fuck you, man." Sam went on the defensive; his thoughts from earlier
that day were still wreaking havoc in his confused mind.

     "Don't flip out, Sam. Geez." Michael was surprised with his friend's
strong reaction.

     "So what did you do all day?" Sam was hoping to get the spotlight back
onto Michael.

     "I hung around at the mall." Michael didn't see any reason to hide that
part.

     Sam's curiosity was buzzing. "You spent all day at the mall, by
yourself?"

     "Uuuhhh... yeah. Something wrong with that?" Now Michael was on the
defensive.

     "Well, no. It just seems weird. You obviously don't have enough money
to buy that much stuff, so you must have just sat around." Sam was trying to
put this together.

     "I did see some people that I knew." Michael was digging himself into a
metaphorical hole.

     "Oh.... Who?" Sam wasn't planning on letting this go.

     "Uhhh... well... uhh.... What difference does it make? God damn, you're
acting like some jealous boyfriend." Michael felt like slapping himself.
That statement had too many slip ups to go over.

     "What?!? Screw yo...." Sam caught himself before adding yet another
innuendo to their chat. "Just lay off, Mikey."

     Michael was having trouble deciding what to say. What could he say?
This hidden truth between them was causing a lot of friction. He felt
tempted to just spill everything, despite the bad reaction he knew would
come.

     "Sam, you're my best friend, right?" Michael couldn't help but pray as
he said this.

     "Don't get all queer on me, Mikey." Sam's shields were still up.

     Michael felt a surge of anger. "Damn it Sam, are we best friends?"

     "Uh... yeah." Sam mumbled, uncomfortable and nervous with where this
was going.

     "Good, 'cause I need to tell you something. Its important." Michael's
throat felt totally devoid of moisture.

     "What?" Sam was starting to worry - Mikey never acted like this.

     "Well, I... I mean, I've been..." he trailed off. Michael felt stupid,
as if something like this could ever be a good idea.

     "Come on, man! What?" Sam almost demanded.

     "Nothing, nothing. Just forget it." Michael said, feeling defeated.

     "Fine. Whatever." Sam's tone was harsh, but inside he felt relieved. He
had never actually done anything.... Well, friendly, with Mikey before. They
were close, but it never was shown in any direct actions.

     Just then, Levi came to a halt on Michael's front porch. Pounding on
the door, he exclaimed between panting breaths. "Michael! Mikey! Jesus. I
need your help!"

     Michael's face went white, what could have happened?

     Sam's face twisted into confusion, if he didn't know better, he'd think
he heard Levi's voice in the background.

     Michael, remembering who was on the phone, quickly sputtered, "Uh, I
gotta go. Bye." And hung up the phone.

     Sam was surprised by the suddenness, but shrugged it off. After Sam
finished the homework assignment he started before calling Mikey, he began
to feel hungry. His dad was probably back at work by now, so would be out of
the way. Heading downstairs, Sam expected to see Levi eating some cookies
with Karen in the kitchen. That's how she had always tried to comfort her
sons.

     However, Sam found a very different sight as he entered the
afore-mentioned room. His mom was heavily leaning on the kitchen counter,
sobbing.

     "Mom, what's going on?" Sam asked, concerned.

     Karen stood up straight, and wiped her eyes as she turned to look at
her eldest son. Sam gasped - on his mother's pure, white face was a deep
purple and black bruise over her left eye.

     Seeing her son's reaction, Karen quickly put her hand over the mark.
"Its no big deal. I was trying to stop your father from yelling at your
brother. He turned, and well, I had gotten on his last nerve. It was all my
fault."

     Sam just shook his head, and embraced his mother. Karen was surprised
that her son seemed so endearing, but gladly accepted as her tears began to
fall again. Within a few minutes, Karen composed herself enough to sit down
in the nearby dining room. Sam followed, sitting beside her.

     "Did Adam go back to work?" Sam inquired, speaking in a low voice, in
case his father was still nearby.

     "Yes, he did. When Levi ran off, he was so angry. After hitting me, he
got in his car and sped off. I'm surprised you didn't hear the tires
squeal." Karen answered, sounding weak.

     "What? What happened?" Sam was startled, to say the least.

     "Oh, you went upstairs before he left." Karen had a look of
understanding, and pain.

     "After you left, your father said some... harsh things. Levi was
crying, which only brought on more words. I guess he was just overwhelmed,
because he burst through the door and whipped down the street."

     Sam was blown away - it had never gotten this severe before. "Well, now
what?"

     "I'm not going to call the police, if that's what you mean. Your father
would never want anyone to know about this - too embarrassing."

     Sam felt caught between a rock and a hard place. Either he pressed for
more action, or kept up his 'no care' attitude toward Levi. "Uh, well, what
if he gets hurt?" He tried to sound nonchalant.

     "I know, I know. But your father.... He... no." Karen was terribly
pained.

     "Screw Adam!" Sam exclaimed, suddenly mad at the dumb shit he, and
everyone else, had to put up with from his dad.

     "Samuel!" Karen scolded. "You shouldn't say things like that about your
father. He's a good, decent, hard working man."

     Sam's anger was starting to bubble over his ability to restrain
himself. He's had this outburst in him for years. Of course he got along
with his dad, but it was only because he acted exactly as Adam wanted. Sam
even acted like him, despite how much it hurt others at times. This was too
much. Adam was an asshole. A selfish, petty, son of a bitch, and Sam was
done with it.

     "Adam can burn in hell for all I care! He's lead all of us around for
as long as I can remember, and I'm sick of it! How can you put that piece of
shit above your own kids! Levi never did anything wrong!"

     Karen sat in silence; her mouth was literally hanging open. Sam had
never shown the slightest concern for Levi. In fact, he acted just as his
father did. Yet now, he was like a totally different person. Sam's actual
words took a moment to sink in. At first, Karen felt angry that he would say
something like that, but Sam was right. She knew it. Deep down, she knew it
was true. Karen hadn't even married Adam by her decision. It was practically
arranged, by her parents. He seemed like a fine man, at the time, so she
went along. "Sam, could you go to your room?" Karen needed time to think.

     "Alright." Sam felt better, after getting that out. Back in his room,
he returned to his homework, but couldn't concentrate. So much had happened.

     "I can't believe Levi actually just ran way like that. It's not like
him." Sam thought. "Plus Mikey was acting weird. What was he trying to tell
me?"

     After recounting the recent past, it hit him. "I heard Levi when I was
talking to Mikey!" Sam exclaimed. "Why would he go to there? Could they be
friends? Maybe that's what he was trying to tell me. But why would that be a
big deal? Unless..." With that revelation, Sam jumped out of his chair,
charged down the stairs, and was out the door in seconds.

     "Hey, where are you going?" Karen's voice barely got to his ears in
time, though he didn't slow down.



     Michael hung up the phone after a rather rude 'farewell' and dashed to
the door. Quickly unlocking the deadbolt, the elder took the junior into his
arms. Michael didn't know what happened, but felt that his darling boy
needed some comforting  first.

     Levi cried very hard, in Michael's embrace. His thoughts were a jumble
and life seemed to have gone out the window. Most of all, Levi felt angry -
angry that his father was so cruel.

     "What gave him the right?" Levi thought, over and over. "And why didn't
momma help?"
But he didn't say a word; the tears were much better messengers.

     Michael held Levi for some time, finally deciding to help him inside
and into the living room, where they could talk comfortably.

     "Are you ready to tell me what happened?" The senior of the duo asked,
softly.
Wiping his eyes, Levi responded in broken segments. "He... I mean.. my dad..
he... he he.... He called me... all sorts of ...names. He was ...mad 'cause
I skipped... school... then when I.... Started crying, he.... Called me
'faggot' and said I wasn't..... his son. My mom tried to.... Help, but he
just threw her away. And Sam just left.... To his room."

     Michael's eyebrows were nearly at his hairline - he was shocked.
Michael always knew that Sam and Levi's dad was a real hard-ass, but not
like this. It made him wonder if Sam was just trying to please Adam with
some of his behaviors.

     "That's.... that's horrible, Levi." Michael quietly exclaimed. "But
I'll be here for you. Completely. You can stay here, I'm sure my parents
wouldn't mind. They probably wouldn't even know..."

     "Michael caused this whole thing, you know." The Man's voice rang in
Levi's ears.

     "Shut up!" Levi suddenly burst from the love seat they shared, pointing
an accusing finger in Michael's direction - The Man's words really hit home.
"This is all your fault! I didn't want to go to the stupid mall today! But
you made me, and now my life is ruined! I wish you had never showed up
yesterday!"

     Out of pure instinct, Michael stood up and attempted to grab Levi, but
the younger boy dodged his loving arms.

     "Don't touch me, Michael!" Levi yelled, walking towards the still-open
door.

     "Where are you going? Michael was starting to tear up, but fought to
hold it back.

     "Away from you." Levi didn't even stop to look at his former lover.

     "You can't just wander the streets! It's dangerous!" Michael pleaded,
tailgating Levi on his way out.

     "I have nowhere else to go, thanks to you!" Levi turned, pushing
Michael away.

     "No, no! I even just read about three boys who were killed yesterday! I
won't let you go!" The older boy tackled the younger as gently as he could,
which wasn't much.

     "Let me go, Michael!" Levi struggled.

     "No, Levi. I love you so much. I'm not going to lose you, not this
soon!" Michael said, pouring his heart out. "Please, Levi. I didn't mean for
any of this. I just want to make you happy."

     "He cares for you deeply, Levi." A new voice showed up in Levi's head.
At first, Levi didn't recognize it, but soon realized it was the demon -
Luke. "They put you and Michael together in the first place. If anyone is to
blame, its them!"

     Levi stopped squirming, understanding that Luke was right. The tears
began falling again, and Levi just let himself be held by Michael for the
second time.

     The younger boy's throat felt very dry, and sore from the crying, but
he had to get something out. "Michael... Mikey, I love you too."

     Michael couldn't hold back the tears anymore, he was just so happy
right at that moment. He stood up, and then helped Levi do the same. They
returned to the love seat, but never let go of each other.

     "Hey Mikey, what is it you said about three dead guys?" Levi asked, his
brain's left side regaining some control.

     "I read it in the paper this morning, before school. Near some alley,
they were found electrocuted. Parts of them had even exploded!" Michael
exclaimed.

     "What, like, our age? Do you know what street?" Levi was having
flashbacks of his first encounter with The Man.

     "Uh, 16 or 17, I think. I don't recall its name, but I know it's the
same one you use for school." Michael was very nonchalant, due to his lack
of knowledge.

     Levi felt nervous. "Could The Man have done it? Those three weren't
nice, but did they deserve that?" He pondered.

     Suddenly, Levi felt The Man's hands on his shoulders, as he had done
the day before. He could feel memories leaving him. The young boy tried to
hold on, but The Man was too strong.

     "Levi, you ok babe? You look spaced out." Michael said with a caring
tone.

     "Oh, uh, what were talking about?" Levi felt very confused.

     The Man's voice rang in his mind. "The lockets Levi. Give him the
locket that I bestowed on you."

     Shaking off the confusion, Levi did as he was told. "I have something
for you, Mikey." He said, with a knowing grin. Presenting his hand, he
showed the two lockets that were given to him by The Man.

     Michael's eyes lit up, taking them into his hands. "They are so....
Perfect, Levi."

     "Open them." Levi's smile broadened.

     With a little fumbling, Michael managed to discover the pictures
inside. He laughed. "These are great. You must have spent a fortune on
them."

     "Oh, uh, well, no. I had them as a present. You seemed worthy of them."
Smooth, Levi.

     "Wow, thanks." Michael gave his former, former lover a quick hug. "Hey,
where'd you get a picture of me?"

     Levi was stumped on that one, however something that his mother once
said came to mind. "A girl must have her secrets."

     Michael developed a terribly silly expression, and just burst out
laughing. Levi joined in.

     "Touche, babe!" Michael got out, between laughs.

     After calming down, Levi turned serious, looking at the older boy, who
was still wearing just a, now loose, towel. "Mikey, I never realized how
amazing you look, up close."

     "Is that so, babe?" His face was now showing a lusty grin, but
Michael's eyes conveyed desire much better.

     "Yes." Levi moved on all fours, forcing Michael to lie down as he was
crawled on top.

     "You're invading my space bubble." Michael grinned.

     "Am I?" Levi leaned back, placing his head right over Michael's crotch.
Looking up, Levi gave Michael a terribly sinful look. Then, sticking out his
tongue, Levi slowly dragged the wet muscle over his lover's groin. He could
smell soap, and a gentle musk that went straight to his own set of genitals.
Despite Michael's earlier masturbation, he was tenting the towel very
quickly.

     "Looks like I'm not the only one who wants your attention." Michael
whispered.

     "Looks like you're not the only one who is going to get my attention."
Levi gave the towel a slight tug, easily making it fall away.

     Michael felt exposed, and nervous. "So.. uh.. what do you think?" He
stuttered.

     But Levi didn't hear him. He was off in his own world, staring at the
hard dick that was so close to his face. He had never seen another guy's
cock, and was taken aback. It was so... neat. So simple, yet beautiful. Out
of instinct he took it into his hand. Levi touched Michael, fondled Michael.
He gently played with all that Michael had to offer. Levi felt like 'a kid
in a candy store.'

     "Oohh." Escaped Michael's mouth, as that desire for cum started to
invade his mind, however he didn't want to interrupt Levi.

     Hearing him make noise, Levi looked up. Michael's eyes were closed, his
mouth slightly open, and he was in pleasure. Levi suddenly remembered that
this was for more than his enjoyment, Michael was involved too, and he
deserved more than a pair of hands....

     Michael's crown was suddenly very warm. Opening his eyes, Michael saw
the most erotic sight of his young life. Levi, with his soft, pink lips
around a hard dick. Not just any dick, but Michael's own.

     Levi was delighted as he sucked up and down on the flesh-covered steel
rod. It wasn't salty, it wasn't sugary, and it wasn't bitter. It was
simply... Mikey. But Levi's taste buds were in for another treat. With the
next step in stimulation, precum began to flow rather swiftly. Realizing his
mouth was being filled with more than boy-dick, Levi moved up until just the
head was in. Lapping gently, Levi hoped to get a good taste of Michael's
essence. It was good - sweet, but contained a mist of salt, which accented
it perfectly.

     Michael groaned, he was feeling so horny. "Levi, I can't wait any
longer.... Can't... wait..."

     Levi needed no more encouragement. He started diving. Swiftly bobbing
up and down. Sucking on the up strokes, licking on the down strokes. An
outside party would call him a 'natural', to say the least. It just felt
right to have a dick in his mouth.

     Michael started babbling as all the sensations went to his head. "Oh
yeah. Yeah, Levi. Suck on it. Yeah. God, yes. It feels so good... yeah...."

     Hearing such positive feedback caused Levi to triple his efforts. He
himself felt very turned on, his young dick straining against his shorts.
Suddenly, amidst all the sucking, bobbing, licking, and swirling, Michael's
young, healthy dick expanded ever so slightly as his balls pulled into his
body.

     Levi's mouth was filled within moments with the masculine cum of his
elder lover. The thick fluid hit his tongue, drowning it with it's youthful,
testosterone-rich taste. His ears were filled with the sweet sounds of
Michael groaning and moaning, and his nose was filled with the delicious
scents of a teen's pheromones. With so many senses taking in sensual
information, Levi's hard dick began to spasm as his first auto-orgasm swept
through his body, forcing his mouth to become even tighter around Michael's
still-shooting cock.

	It took the last of Levi's strength to force himself to swallow, his body
felt like it had short-circuited, but knowing that was a part of Mikey kept
him licking in hopes of getting more, and giving even more pleasure.

     Meanwhile, Michael was beginning to understand why sex was running so
rampant amongst society - it felt like this! He would chuckle, but
considering his current position, he had other things on his mind, and a hot
boy on his dick. He was shooting more than he had ever before, despite his
earlier orgasm.

     Noticing that Michael's well had gone dry, Levi let the softening cock
pop from his mouth. He almost hated to do it, knowing this was the last of
it, but couldn't resist using his tongue to lick up the remnants of Mikey's
cum from various areas of his mouth, savoring them, and finally swallowing.

     Michael slowly opened his eyes, releasing the breath he'd been holding
since his dick began spitting. He was presented with a great vision -
darling, innocent Levi, licking cum from his lips. The young boy's smile
said more than words ever could.



     Samuel didn't know what he was expecting, or not expecting, for that
matter. However his curiosity was piqued and nothing was going to stop him.
What was going on between Levi and Mikey? It made no sense, and Samuel was
determined to find the truth. He ran at full speed, within 16 minutes,
Samuel's bestest of friends' quasi-large house came into view. Going around
back, since no one went in through the front door, Sam found something
rather unnerving - the door was wide open, and what sounded like... well,
not quite screams were coming from the entrance.

     Suddenly worried about his friend, Sam ran in the door, and followed
the sounds into the living room.

     "Oh my god..." Sam said silently, to himself. Before Sam was something
he'd never seen before, two guys having sex. Not just two guys, his brother
and best friend. Levi was hovering over a naked Michael, bobbing on his dick
with a lot of fervor. Sam quickly dove around the corner, hoping they hadn't
seen him. Softly peeking, Sam was relieved to see that Michael's eyes were
closed, naturally, and Levi was facing away. Standing there, watching two
whom he'd call family, had a strange effect. Sam felt jealous. He didn't
expect that, but he was. More of Levi, than Michael. He didn't really think
about experimenting or anything, but if he were going to - Michael would be
his man. "His man." That had an interesting ring to it.

     "I know what my dad would say," Sam thought, "don't let those dirty
fags get you too."

     Suddenly, with that notion, Sam began to feel bitter. Very, very
bitter. He could almost feel his heart shriveling, turning black. His dad
was right - they do recruit. Levi was a homo, and took advantage of
Michael's lack of girlfriends. That had to be it, since Michael would never
betray him otherwise. And he had just defended Levi to his mother! Sam was
going to get Levi for this, and Michael for stabbing him in the back. Sam
wasn't going to put up with such disrespect. Everything would be different,
now.

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     Sixth Chapter - acabado.
     I know, I know, this chapter was a bit late. But hey, writing doesn't
pay the bills. That's my parents' job. hahaha So, whatcha think of the sex
scenes? I think I'm really getting into my 'zone.' Do you agree? Email and
tell me! My address is "Jacyn2000@hotmail.com" without the quotes. Btw, in
case you're wondering, "acabado" is spanish for 'complete.' I've run out of
english words with that meaning, so had to move on. :-) If you see this,
Stephen, get a hold of me, geez! Thanks for reading, hasta luego!