Date: Fri, 18 Oct 1996 03:37:20 -0400
From: Awrt96@aol.com
Subject: Terry & Jonathan
This is a love story of two young guys. If that offends you or you are under
age, don't read it. If you like it and are interested in the story
continuing, E-mail me at AWRT96@AOL.COM
Terry and Jonathan
A Love Story
Dedicated to Pen Nomen who's not communicating anymore.
Chapter 1
The shower room at Bolton Hall School was loaded with hot, hunky young guys.
The hottest and hunkiest was 17 year-old Terry Mathers...longish sandy
brown hair, 5' 11", 165 lbs, cobalt blue eyes. His body was muscular without
being overdeveloped. His beautiful chest housed two large, round, rose
colored, pointy nipples that always seem to be standing erect. His cock,
even in repose, was beautiful....6 inches long, cut and with a sculpted head
that was slightly bigger that the slender, straight pale shaft it crowned.
His dick was surrounded by a thatch of light brown pubic hair that appeared
soft rather than kinky and curly. His nuts were big, hairless lowhangers
that swung sensuously whenever he moved. His ass was a thing that wet dreams
were made of...tight, rounded globes of milky white flesh that met in a
hair-free cleft and drifted down into long, shapely legs.
Perhaps a bit of background would be helpful. Terry was an unusual boy.
First of all, everyone in his school knew that he was queer. He recognized
his sexual orientation when only a child, was comfortable with it and never
felt the necessity to conceal it from others. He was also an orphan, his
parents having been killed in a jet crash the previous year. He was very
rich orphan since his parents had left him an estate worth several hundred
million dollars, all neatly tied up in a series of trusts that were managed
by his attorney and a raft of investment counselors.
As Terry was a very mature young man, his attorney had petitioned the
Superior Court to declare Terry "emancipated," meaning that he was judged to
be able to handle his own affairs. With emancipation came the freedom to
live his life without adult supervision. He continued to live in the family
home, a multi-million dollar mansion, with a youngish couple he had hired to
take care of his home. The Collins' managed the estate; Jennifer cooking,
cleaning and preparing meals, Jay taking care of the exterior of the
place...gardening, pool and tennis court maintenance and the like. They
stayed in a guest cottage located at the rear of the property. It was a very
satisfactory arrangement for everyone.
The Collins' knew Terry was gay and were not the least bit disturbed by it.
They quickly accustomed themselves to the fact that Terry was very
uninhibited and, more likely than not, would be bare-assed naked when
encountered at home. More than once they found him not only buck naked but
sporting a magnificent hardon. When that happened, it became a source of
humor for both Terry and the Collins'.
"Geez, Jay, I wish you were hung like Terry," Jennifer once said gleefully.
"Yeah, so do I!" Jay retorted and went on with his work.
Terry was more circumspect at school. While not concealing his gayness, he
didn't flaunt it. He was generally liked and respected by the faculty and
students. Not only was he extremely handsome but he also displayed a keen
intelligence and generous nature. He was a straight A student in all
classes, was fluent in four languages, played piano and guitar like a
professional and had a deep baritone singing voice that could have landed him
on stage. He was always involved in school activities including the annual
musical event that served a fund raising purpose for the school. Unbeknownst
to the student body and majority of the faculty, Terry contributed many
thousands of dollars to the school's endowment.
As important as his winning personality may have been in Terry's acceptance
at school, it probably was his athletic ability that made the difference.
Terry was an exceptional swimmer and captained the swim team. He played
starting point guard on the basketball team and led the school to several
league championships. He also was the dominant player on the school's tennis
team, good enough to have several colleges interested in recruiting him. His
exceptional athletic ability was due to his quickness and the strength his
young body possessed. He could bench press twice as much weight as anyone in
school. But he never seriously worked at weight lifting since he didn't
want his body to look like that of a weight lifter. He found that look
repulsive. Terry kept in shape by participating in the sports of his
choosing and from studying martial arts. He had earned a black belt in
Karate back when he was only 15.
This particular Friday afternoon, Terry was showering in the gym with
several other young athletes after a home swim meet. The guys were
jabbering away as young men are wont to do, talking about the meet, about
their plans for the evening, girls, fucking girls...the usual nonsense.
Although Terry made it a point to never do or say anything that would
compromise their friendship, he couldn't help surveying the activities in the
showers. All of the guys were handsome, healthy specimens of young manhood.
Several guys had soaped up their cocks and balls and were washing them
diligently. Others had their soapy hands buried in the clefts of their ass
cheeks. The visage of these beautiful teenage boys washing and rubbing their
bodies caused a tingling in Terry groin. 'God,' thought Terry to himself, '
I'd better watch it or I'm gonna spring a boner.' He turned around and faced
the wall until the feeling passed.
One guy in particular, Jonathan Riley, really interested Terry. He was new
to school this year and Terry thought he was the best looking boy he had ever
seen. Terry wanted to strike up a relationship with the handsome young man
but couldn't seem to get through to him. It was like Jonathan put up a wall
between them.
"What you got planned for the weekend, Terry?" someone asked.
Before he had a chance to respond, he heard another voice say,
"Yeah, you fuckin' queer, whose hard cock's gonna fuck your ass tonight?
Bet you'd love it if it were mine, wouldn't you fag?"
Suddenly, a deathly silence descended over the room, the only sound heard in
the shower room was the running water. Terry turned to face the group and
realized that the speaker was the new guy, Jonathan Riley. He looked at the
naked young man, secretly approving of and desiring what he saw. Jonathan
was about Terry's height and weight but had very fair skin and lovely red
hair. He was holding his substantial cock in his hands and pointing it at
Terry. 'Boy, wouldn't I love to have you do just that, Jonathan.' Terry
thought to himself. 'Nice cock and balls, Nice bod, too. I love red hair.'
But he didn't say any of those thing. Terry was in shock as no one had
every talked that way to him before. What he did say was,
"Just exactly what is your problem, Jonathan?"
"Swishy little queens like you! Why don't you come over and suck my dick?"
Jonathan retorted. "Maybe the other guys might want a blow, too. Come on
over, fag! I'll get it hard for you."
Jonathan's cock started to swell in his hand but Terry ignored the taunt and
turned back around. He had to admit that nothing would please him more than
sucking on Jonathan's cock and those of the other guys on the team but this
was neither the time or nor the place.
"Terry, look out!" someone shouted.
Terry turned to see Jonathan advancing toward him with a malevolent look in
his eyes. The last thing Terry wanted was a fight but he was not the type to
back down from a confrontation. Sure, he was queer! He never hid that fact!
But it had never come to this before. He just couldn't understand the
animosity that Jonathan felt toward him.
"Look, Jonathan, don't start something you're gonna regret," Terry warned.
"Oh, yeah, well I'm gonna kick your faggety ass, man!" Jonathan snarled.
"Jonathan," Terry replied with a cold edge in his voice "You're not gonna
kick anybody's ass. You wanna know why? Because I'm smarter, quicker and
stronger than you and you're gonna find yourself on the losing end. Keep
it up and you might find my dick up your tight little virgin ass! That is,
if it is still virgin!"
Enraged now, Jonathan dropped his cock and took a roundhouse swing at Terry.
Using his superior knowledge of martial arts, Terry easily blocked the wild
punch and gave Jonathan a shove. Jonathan ended up in a heap on the shower
room floor. Terry had easily humiliated him in front of their teammates.
Suddenly, tears of rage and humiliation flooded the boy's eyes.
"Don't get up, Jonathan!" Terry said coldly. "I'm warning you. Let it
drop. I don't want to have to hurt you, understand?"
Then, to some of the other guys in the shower, Terry said,
"Help him up, OK? I'll get out of here while you do."
With that said, Terry left the shower room. He went directly to his locker
where he quickly changed into his clothes and left the gym. He walked to the
student parking lot, got into his new cherry red Dodge Viper and, with tires
screeching, sped out of the lot. 'God, calm down, man,' Terry thought to
himself. 'Jesus, what is his problem? Oh, Jonathan's sooo fuckin'
beautiful...I really like him. Why does he have to feel that way about me?
God, what the fuck was that all about?' Terry headed home shaking his head
in disbelief.
When Terry arrived home, he realized that the Jay and Jennifer had already
left on a weekend trip to visit their families. The house was eerily quiet
without their constant chatter. 'It's gonna be a lonely weekend,' Terry
thought disconsolately. The idea of being alone all weekend saddening him.
He realized how dependent he had become on the couple's company.
In this pensive mood, he suddenly realized how famished he was. He raided
the refrigerator but found nothing appetizing there. "Shit, I guess I'll
have to go out and get something to eat," he said to no one in particular.
So, it was back into the car and off to find something good to eat. He
remembered the little Mexican fast food joint down on the Boulevard and
decided to go there for some soft tacos.
Terry wheeled the Viper into the shopping center parking lot. He entered
the restaurant, which, surprisingly, was empty, and sauntered up to the
counter. A cute little Hispanic guy, with a thick accent, took his order.
"Quiro dos tacos, por favor. Uno de pescado y uno de carnitas. Y tambien,
arroz y frijoles negras y una bevida," Terry said in perfectly accented
Spanish. The young hispanic boy was surprised at the young Anglo's
proficiency in his language."
"Si, senor, a sus ordenes," the boy replied, beaming a bright smile.
While he waited, Terry glanced around at the photographs that decorated the
walls. 'Oh, Hollywood egos,' he thought. 'All these actors giving head
shots to businesses. Hum. Oh, there's one of Brad Pitt. Now that's a guy
I'd give my left testicle to fuck!' he inwardly mused, feeling that familiar
stirring in his nuts. Soon, his reverie was interrupted when the young
Hispanic called his number and his meal was put on the counter.
He took the tray of food outside to the patio area where he sat at a table.
He wolfed down the Ahi taco first, then the one made of carnitas. The
roasted pork was delicious. He picked at the rice and beans that came with
the meal. "Not bad at all," he thought. As he absent-mindedly played with
the remaining food on his plate, lost in thought, a shadow was cast over his
table. He looked up and saw Jonathan Riley standing in front of him. A
shock of adrenalin coursed through his body as he realized that the boy who
had threatened him earlier in the day was now hovering over him.
"What the fuck do you want, Jonathan?" Terry growled, tensing up his
muscles.
"Hey, man, I want to apologize for this afternoon. I was totally out of
fuckin' line and I'm really sorry. I don't know what got into me. Please,
forgive me, Terry." Jonathan said.
Jonathan was carrying a tray of food. He looked at Terry beseechingly and
said, "Can I sit down here? Can we talk?"
"Sure, go ahead. But, look, I don't want any trouble with you," Terry
replied.
Sensing that Jonathan no longer posed any threat, Terry visibly relaxed.
The air was still filled with tension as Jonathan sat down and began to eat.
Terry went on eating the rest of his food, both boys sensing that if they
kept their mouths full, they wouldn't have to talk. Finally, when both had
cleaned their plates, there was no avoiding conversation.
"You in any hurry to go someplace, Terry?" Jonathan queried.
"No, I don't have any plans. No hot ass-fucking on tap," Terry replied
sarcastically.
As he said this, he realized that the patio was filling up with patrons and
that this wasn't exactly the best place in the world to discuss what had gone
on in the shower room today. Jonathan sense this, too, and asked, "Is there
someplace more private we can go to talk?"
"Well," Terry offered, "we could go to my place. There's no one there.
That is, if you're not afraid I'll try to get into your pants." His last
comments dripped with sarcasm.
"OK, cool. And I deserved the sarcasm, Terry. You lead and I'll follow
you," Jonathan said as he picked up both their trays to buss them.
They drove out of the parking lot, Terry in the lead, Jonathan following.
They
drove up into the hills until they reached the gated estate that Terry called
home. After opening the gate, they both drove up the winding drive way to
the house. The boys got out of their cars and entered the house.
"Shit, Terry, this place is fuckin' Hearst Castle!" Jonathan exclaimed.
Jonathan parents weren't exactly poor but they certainly didn't live in a
house this sumptuous. He looked around in awe at the fine furnishings and
art work. He had never seen anything like this. It was like being in a
museum.
"God, this place is really awesome, Terry."
"Yeah, it's nice. My mom was really into decorating when she did the
place."
"When will your folks be home?" Jonathan asked.
"They won't. They're both dead. I live here by myself," Terry replied
dejectedly.
Jonathan followed Terry through the living room into the large combination
kitchen/family room. Terry went to the refrigerator and took out a couple of
cokes, handing one to Jonathan. Jonathan stared out the large windows,
taking in the beautiful swimming pool and Jacuzzi located outside. He
marveled at the flowered garden and manicured lawn that stretched endlessly
before him. He saw the night lights of the tennis court looming over the
yard.
"You live here alone?" Jonathan stated, his voice filled with awe.
"Well, almost. I have a couple I hired to take care of the place and they
live here. They're out of town for the weekend so it's just you and me here
now."
"But you're just a kid like me! How can this be?" Jonathan asked.
"I'm folks left me a ton of money and the Courts have ruled that I can take
care of myself, so here I am, on my own." Terry responded.
"Fantastic! God, I wish I could be on my own and not have my old man
constantly on my ass."
"You'd better be very careful what you wish for, Jonathan. You never know
when it may come true."
As Terry said this, a great loneliness came over him. Inexplicably, he
finally allowed the hurt and pain he had suppressed all these months to come
to the surface in front of this stranger, this young man we wanted so much in
his life. Tears welled up in his eyes and he collapsed onto the sofa,
crying.
"Oh, God, I miss them so much...my parents!" he choked. "It's so unfair."
Jonathan was overwhelmed with emotion. Here was the boy Jonathan thought
had everything so much under control... here he was, weeping uncontrollably
in front of him. Tears welled up in Jonathan's eyes, too. He dropped down
onto the sofa and took the weeping boy in his arms and held him. He cooed,
"It's ok, Terry. Go ahead and let it all out."
Terry cried for a long while. All the pain and sorrow that he had felt over
the past year was slowly pouring out of his soul. As he regained his
composure, he realized that we was being held in the arms of the boy he
secretly lusted after and the one who had treated him so shabbily that
afternoon. He looked up at Jonathan and stared into the boy's eyes. They
were filled with pain and anguish as well as tears. Overwhelmed with
emotion, Jonathan tightly embraced Terry and blurted out,
"Oh, Terry, I love you! I love you more than anything or anybody on this
earth. I've been in love with you since the first moment I saw you. You
are so wonderful...I haven't been able to think about anything but you since
school started...Please love me, too, please...I'm so sorry for what I did
today. Can you ever forgive me?"
All of this poured out of Jonathan in a torrent of emotion, a flood of
words. This surprising turn of events startled Terry. He didn't comprehend
fully what Jonathan was saying. As his confusion cleared and the meaning of
Jonathan's words sunk in, he thought back to the events in the shower room.
"If what you say is true, Jonathan, what the hell was today all about?"
Terry asked.
Again, Jonathan erupted in tears. He was now as disconsolate as Terry had
been earlier. He sobbed so violently that Terry thought the boy's heart must
be breaking
"I'm hurting so much, Terry. I don't want to be in love with you. I don't
want to be a fucking queer. I don't want to daydream about kissing your lips
or sucking on that big dick I see in the shower every day. I hate going to
bed at night and then dreaming of you fucking me in the ass. But, I do and
it's killing me."
"Is that what today was all about, Jonathan?" Terry gently asked as he
slowly caressed the boy in his arms.
"That's part of it. I just got so jealous of you and the other guys. It
seems like you don't even know I exist. You're always joking around with
them, hanging around with them, touching them. You hardly ever even talk to
me. I feel so invisible around you...around them...especially since I'm the
one who's in love with you. They're not!" he said with some bitterness.
"Jonathan, you have to understand something. I've known those guys all my
life. We grew up together. They know me and accept me the way I am.
They've known that I'm gay since we were all little kids and it doesn't
bother them in the least. When my folks died, they were the ones that helped
me live through it. Every night one or the other of them would come and
spend the night with me, probably so that I wouldn't do any harm to myself.
I love each and everyone of them and I always will because they were there
with me when I really, really needed them! Can you understand what I'm
saying?"
"Yes, Terry, I understand that now. I guess I didn't know what you've been
through."
Terry gently wiped the tears from Jonathan's eyes with soft kisses. He
slowly laid Jonathan back on the sofa and moved his body up and on top of the
boy. He enveloped Jonathan in his arms and buried his head in the hollow of
his neck while Jonathan spread his legs inviting Terry to that very personal
part of his body. They lay there serenely for what seemed an eternity...not
talking, just enjoying the feel, the warmth of each other's body. Terry had
never felt so content, complete and fulfilled in his entire life. 'So, this
is what love feels like,' he mused to himself. 'It's like finally finding
the other half of me, the half that somehow had been lost.'
As they lie there lost in reverie, Terry realized that both of them had
developed erections. Terry pressed his hard cock up against Jonathan's and
felt the pressure returned. Terry arched his head up and placed his lips on
Jonathan's. Soon, they were kissing passionately...tongues entwined in each
other's mouths. Terry continued their love dance by slowly feeling up
underneath Jonathan's tee shirt. As he caressed Jonathan's body, he found
the lovely pink nipples he for so long had secretly wanted to suck. He
pulled the boy's shirt up, not stopping until Jonathan was nude from the
waist up. Terry continued the caresses with his hot wet tongue.
Jonathan's body felt like it had been hit with an electrical current. He
squirmed in ecstasy as Terry kissed, sucked and nipped with his teeth at the
swollen nipples. 'God, I'm gonna faint!' he thought. He became dizzy with
desire and lust as he felt Terry rise up off of him and move to his groin.
He felt Terry's hands unzipping his jeans, delve into his shorts and grab
his hard, leaking cock. Abruptly, Terry rose from the sofa.
"Come on, Jonathan, " he said, "Let's go to my room. You're gonna have to
come through with what you promised me this afternoon in the showers. I want
your hard cock fucking my ass."
They moved quickly through the house, shedding shoes and clothes as they
went. By the time they reached Terry's bedroom, both boys were fully naked.
Their hard cocks angled out from their pubes and bounced around as the
walked, their floppy balls, too, swaying sexily from side to side as they
moved. They fell together on the large bed in a passionate embrace, kissing
each other's mouths hungrily.
Virginal Jonathan had never felt anything so overwhelmingly sexual in his
life. Soon he felt Terry snuggle down between his legs and take his swollen,
hairless nuts in his mouth, one by one. Jonathan instinctively spread his
legs apart to give Terry complete access to his scrotum. He felt Terry swirl
his hot tongue over and around the smooth sack, moving the jewels inside back
and forth. Terry's hot tongue traced the seam of skin dividing the boy's
sack and the protrusion behind his balls. Having Terry suck on his nuts like
this was driving Jonathan wild. He writhed uncontrollably in his passion.
He soon felt even more exciting sensations when Terry started licking up and
down the shaft of his throbbing, leaking cock. 'Oh God, I've died and gone
to heaven' Jonathan thought as Terry's hot, wet mouth enveloped his cock.
Jonathan began to involuntarily thrust his cock into Terry's throat. He
could feel his cum boiling in his prostate, screaming for escape. But, Terry
would have none of that yet.
"Oh, no, lover. You're not gonna get off that easy. When that fucker
shoots, it's gonna be up my pretty little ass," Terry said.
"Oh please, Terry, let me cum in your mouth. I can't wait. Please, suck me
dry...Oh, fuck, I love you, Terry!" Jonathan rasped hoarsely.
Terry reluctantly decided that for their first time together he wouldn't
insist on being fucked. But Terry knew something that Jonathan didn't; how
good it felt to have something up your ass when you cum. He flipped
Jonathan's legs up in the air and worked his tongue up and down the boy's
asscrack. To keep Jonathan from touching his pulsating dick and foiling his
plan for drinking the boy's jizm, Terry took Jonathan's hands in his and held
them. He then really began tongue-fucking Jonathan's gorgeous pink, puckered
asshole.
What a sight! The red headed boy lying on his back, legs high in the air
writhing wildly while the sandy haired stud's face was buried in his ass,
eating him out. Jonathan strained at the restriction of having his hands
kept away from his burning cock. He literally screamed out,
"Please, Terry, let me cum!!!"
Terry backed his tongue out of the boy's asshole, loosened his grip on
Jonathan hand and licked the middle finger of his own right hand. When it
was nice and slippery, he pushed it into Jonathan's asshole. He slipped it
all the way up the steamy cavity until he felt the hard little nut that
lurked there. As he massaged Jonathan's prostate gland, he once again took
the boy's cock completely in his mouth and vacuumed it. Jonathan exploded in
Terry's mouth. He shot six or seven gigantic squirts of love juice, bucking
furiously into Terry's mouth as he came. Terry swallowed as much as he could
but Jonathan had jizzed so violently that some of the tasty white liquid
slipped out of his mouth, down the throbbing shaft and onto Jonathan's
carmine pubic hair.
"OH, FUCK, TERRY!" Jonathan screamed as the ecstasy of his orgasm hit. "Oh,
mother of fucking Christ, OH FUCK! Oh, I love you, Terry!"
Terry released the fuckpole from his mouth. With Jonathan's legs still
lying on his shoulders, he scooped the cum from the boy's pubes and rubbed it
all over his own cock. He knew that Jonathan's cum and his own prodigious
pre-cum would provide the perfect lubrication for an artful assfuck!
"Now, Jonathan, it's my turn to shoot my wad. I'm gonna fuck that beautiful
ass of yours so long and hard, you won't even know what day it is," Terry
rasped.
He spread the waiting cheeks in front of him and pressed the head of his
eight inch dick in to Jonathan's swollen pinkish pucker. Jonathan flinched
at the pain coursing through his asshole.
"Oh, fuck, Terry, it hurts," he complained.
"It will feel better in a minute, lover. Just relax and go with it," Terry
replied in a soft loving voice.
With that said, he slowly pushed a few more inches of his cock up the boy's
tight rosebud. When he met more resistance, he pulled back a little and then
suddenly, jammed his hard cock fully in the steaming hole. Jonathan whelped
at the pain but took the cock in. Soon the pain Jonathan felt dissolved into
a pleasurable rush, especially when Terry's cock poked and rubbed at his
prostate. Slowly, Terry began to fuck his cock into Jonathan's ass, back and
forth, in and out. He started making a circular motions with his hips as he
drove his dick into the now grasping hole. He leaned his body forward and
kissed Jonathan's mouth as his passion overtook him, his tongue forcing its
way in to meet Jonathan's. The two boys were lost in a mystical cloud of
love and desire.
"Oh, Terry, fuck me. It feels so fantastic having your dick in me,"
Jonathan said.
"Umh," was the only response Terry could come out with, such was his
passion.
Terry violently shoved Jonathan's legs up higher, bending Jonathan almost in
half. He seemingly was trying to shove his whole body up the boy's ass.
After several long hard thrusts into Jonathan's ass, Terry exploded with a
gush. He felt giddy and delirious as his cum found its way up the shaft of
his cock and into his lover's ass. Gush after gush of precious juice
squirted as Jonathan's rectum began to constrict, squeezing the last drops of
cum from Terry's cock. Terry realized that Jonathan's dick was shooting
another big load of cum between their hot bodies. When their orgasmic
sensations subsided, Terry collapsed on Jonathan and held him tightly,
murmuring,
"Jonathan, I love you so much. Don't ever leave me. I love you so much!"
"Oh, Terry, thank you so much. You've made me the happiest guy in the
world, " Jonathan cooed.
Floating weightlessly in the euphoria of their spent orgasms, the boys feel
asleep in each other's arms, the happiest two boys on the face of the earth.
Terry & Jonathan
A Love Story
Chapter 2
For more than an hour, Terry and Jonathan slept blissfully in each other's
arms. The ardor of their lovemaking combined with the tensions that had
spilled over that day had exhausted them. Terry was the first to awaken.
Slightly disoriented by sleep, he soon realized that his arms and legs were
entwined with another's. With that came the awareness that the boy lovingly
snuggled in his arms was the boy he had dreamed of and fantasized about so
often this school year. He looked intently at the fine, strong face resting
on his chest as though to memorize it for all eternity...the fine auburn
hair, the long, full, rich eyelashes reposing in sleep, the pug nose that
sported several freckles Terry had never before noticed. 'Oh, what a
beautiful face,' Terry thought.
Another awareness came upon Terry, that of an extremely full bladder. The
fullness he felt in his groin was causing his dick to thicken and harden. He
was emotionally torn. Should he untangle his body from this beautiful
"other half" of himself, the half he had so recently found, to do something
as mundane as taking a piss. Or, should he lie there quietly and revel in
the joy he was experiencing holding his beautiful Jonathan in his arms. The
discomfort in his abdomen painfully resolved that dilemma. He had no choice.
Nature didn't just call, she screamed. He had to piss.
Terry carefully separated himself from Jonathan. He managed to free his
body from his lover's embrace without disturbing Jonathan's peaceful sleep.
He quietly walked across the room, dick bouncing up and down as entered his
sumptuous bathroom. He stood before the toilet waiting for the pent up
yellow stream to begin. He tightened his stomach muscles in an attempt to
start the flow of urine. He gently took his hairless nuts into his left hand
and his pendulous cock in his right. He tenderly stroked his cock, hoping
to speed the flow but his cock was now so hard that he just couldn't piss.
He turned and sat on the toilet figuring that would help and it did. This
new body position lessened the tension on his prostate and he began to empty
his piss into the bowl. "Geez, that feels good," he thought. "A bean may be
a bean," he recalled from the limerick his father had often repeated, "but a
pee is a relief."
Memories of his mother and father flooded over him as he sat there relieving
himself. He recalled the warmth and love he had felt for them. His
reminiscences also brought back the sharp pain, the almost physical pain he
felt when they were taken from him. He felt the familiar cloud of loneliness
and despair again envelop his being. 'God, I can't keep doing this to
myself,' he thought. 'They're gone and I can't do anything about it!' he
forcefully reminded himself. 'Yeah, that's easy to say that, asshole, but it
isn't that easy to accept,' his mind countered. "Shit, when is this pain
going to go away?" he asked aloud, to no one in particular.
When he finished emptying his bladder, Terry decided that he needed
something to take his mind off his despondency. Physically exertion usually
did the trick so he decided to take a swim. He walked through the bedroom.
Glancing at the still slumbering Jonathan, he went to the French doors that
opened onto the pool. After swimming for a while, he got out of the pool
and reclined on one of the chaise lounges. As he lie there in the warm sun,
he closed his eyes, totally lost in thought.
The events of this afternoon quickly came to mind. He savored the joy he
felt when he held Jonathan's wonderful cock in his hand and then his mouth.
He recalled the exhilaration he felt while pumping load after load of his
hot semen into the boy's tight ass. But, most of all he recollected the
feeling of completeness, of wholeness that came over him just holding
Jonathan in his arms and kissing those luscious lips. These loving
remembrances brought warmth to his body and caused his to cock to swell. He
slowly began stroking his hand up the growing shaft until it was fully
aroused. He rolled his hefty testicles in his left hand, caressing his ball
sack. Soon, as his hand reached the tip of his steely cock, he felt the
wonderful wetness leaking from the tear drop-shaped slit that crowned the
head of his cock. 'Oh,' he though, 'it feels so wonderful, stroking my nuts
and dick.' So lost was he in what his hands were doing to his genitals that
he didn't hear Jonathan's approach.
Terry was startled by the feel of a hot, wet mouth swallowing his dick. He
opened his eyes and saw the glorious red hair that graced Jonathan's perfect
head moving up and down on him.
"Oh, fuck, Jonathan!" he moaned. "Your mouth feels so good on my dick!"
"I owe you one," Jonathan giggled, as he removed his mouth from Terry cock
and gazed up at his young boyfriend.
"Oh, no, fellah, you owe me more than a cock suck," Terry giddily replied.
"I want that monster of yours buried up my ass! You promised!"
"Not out here, asshole. Someone will see us!" Jonathan protested.
"Who's gonna see us, Jonathan? There's no one around for acres, you dumb
shit!"
With that Terry pushed Jonathan off of him, sprang up from the chaise
lounge, grabbed the lounge mattress and put it on the deck. He positioned
himself on his back with his legs up, touching his chest and said,
"Alright, Jonnie boy. Now's the time. Come and fuck this tight little ass
like you threatened earlier."
"Wait," said Jonathan, "don't you have some lube or something?"
"Just stick you tongue up my ass and that'll do fine." Terry pleaded.
Jonathan dove down between Terry legs like he had been doing this all of his
life. He started by running his hot tongue up and down the crack of Terry's
melon shaped ass cheeks. Occasionally, his tongue hit the boy's puckered
rosebud.
"Oh, yes, Jonathan, that's it. Rim my asshole. Tongue fuck me!" Terry
gasped.
Grasping Terry's ass cheeks in his hand, Jonathan rocked the pliant body
back and then buried his face in Terry's ass. His tongue flicked around the
boy's asshole, licking and sucking as Terry moaned in delight. Soon,
Jonathan stiffened his tongue and was forcing it up into the steaming butt
hole. He too was really beginning to enjoy this.
"Wait, Jonathan, move your cock where I can reach it." Terry ordered.
Jonathan lowered Terry's legs and then moved his body around until his legs
straddled his lover's head. Terry began to tongue Jonathan's cock and balls
while Jonathan pulled Terry's legs back toward his body, once again exposing
the boy's anus to his tongue lashing. He began anew the steady tongue work
on Terry's pulsating asshole. In and out he shoved his tongue. Terry kept
up his licking and sucking too. He mouthed the fine red hairs he found on
Jonathan's nuts. He tried suctioning the boy's protruding perineum then
arched up and let his hot tongue sweep across Jonathan's anus. Both boys
cocks were now on the verge of exploding in orgasm.
"Now, Jonathan! Fuck me now! Oh, please, Jonathan, fuck me before I cum!"
Terry gasped.
In a paroxysm of passion, Jonathan rose up and moved between Terry's lithe,
hard legs. He roughly shoved Terry's legs up onto his shoulders and
positioned his saliva-slickered cock up against Terry's waiting asshole. In
one swift push, his cock entered the boy's asshole. He experienced a rush of
feeling he had never imagined could be this exquisite. It wasn't just a
physical thrill he felt, not just a meshing of two young bodies in a lustful
embrace but an emotional melding of two souls as well.
"Hold on for a minute, sweetheart! Let me get used to your cock, OK?" Terry
gasped as he reached behind grabbed the cheeks of Jonathan's ass with his
hand. He held Jonathan motionless while the pain in his rectum subsided and
was replaced with pleasure. After a moment, during which the boys kissed
passionately, Jonathan slowly began thrusting his hard meat into Terry's ass.
The movement of the hard cock sent shivers up both boys spines. Both were
experiencing the incredible, unsurpassable joy of fucking and being fucked by
one you love.
Soon, Jonathan's lovemaking began to accelerate. Delirious with lust, he
pulled his cock back until it was almost free of Terry's grasping ass muscles
then jammed it back in until his nuts slapped up against Terry's ass.
"Yeah! Oh, yeah! Oh, fuck! Ride my fuckin' ass, you horny cocksucker! Slam
your cock in harder!" Terry demanded.
With Jonathan's cock ramming its way up his gut, Terry reached up and began
tweaking both of Jonathan's nipples. Suddenly, Terry violently twisted the
erect pebbles of flesh., then lifted his head up and pressed his lips against
the sensitive organs. He sucked and nibbled at the raw nipples on Jonathan's
smooth chest.
The sudden jolt of pain he felt caused Jonathan's cock to explode in a gush.
He pushed his throbbing cock as far up Terry's ass as he possibly could .
If he could, he would have shoved his whole body up the receptive asshole.
Spurt after spurt of his teenaged cum flowed up his dick into Terry's
asschute. Terry began to ejaculate too, causing his sphincter muscle to
squeeze Jonathan's cock with a vice-like grip. Each boy could actually feel
the spasms in the other's body. When his convulsions subsided, Jonathan
collapsed onto Terry.
They lie there in an euphoric embrace...Terry's legs now wrapped around
Jonathan's hips, his arms tightly hugging Jonathan's upper body to his, lips
smashed together and tongues battling in a passion kiss. And, Jonathan's
still hard cock never left Terry's ass. It remained buried deeply with that
molten place. Terry started contracting his sphincter muscles and Jonathan
moaned and began a slow fucking motion once again. Shortly, Jonathan
experienced an intense, almost painful second orgasm, one almost as powerful
as the first. This time he truly did collapse on top of Terry.
"I love you so fucking much, babe! " Jonathan whispered, too exhausted to
raise his voice any higher.
"I know, I know," Terry sighed while lovingly caressing his love's
shoulders, back and buttocks..
The afterglow of their orgasms left both boys in a tender loving trance.
Soon Terry shifted his body and the movement broke their revery. Jonathan
looked deeply into Terry's eyes and said,
"God, I have never felt anything so wonderful, so exciting in my whole life,
babe. I had no idea that fucking could feel so fantastic."
"That wasn't just 'fucking,' Jonathan." Terry responded solemnly. "That was
truly 'lovemaking!' I've never felt anything so tremendous, either. I'm
sure it's because I love you with all my heart and soul."
Now, more brightly, Terry said "Whattaya say we jump in the pool and wash
all of this cum off our bods, huh?"
"Won't that muck up the water in the pool?" Jonathan asked.
"Well, Jay has to have something to do on Monday, doesn't he? Terry laughed.
With that, he literally picked Jonathan up and threw him off, jumped to his
feet and made a running dive into the pool. A startled Jonathan clumsily
scrambled to his feet and followed. Soon they were cavorting like a couple
of kids...the kids, that in reality , they still were.
For the rest of that early evening, Terry and Jonathan just lounged around,
not even bothering to dress. Music played softly from the stereo speakers
secreted throughout the house. As the sun went down, the computerized
illumination system slowly engaged. Jonathan hardly realized that lights
were coming on all over the house so subtle was the system's performance.
Both boys were totally entranced with each other.
Jonathan stretched his beautifully sculpted six-foot frame out on the family
room couch. His shaggy red bangs cascaded carelessly down his forehead
while the rest of his gorgeous mane formed a halo of auburn on the pillow
beneath his head. He had propped his right leg on the back of the sofa , and
stretched his left leg out straight. His cock rested limply on the top of
his left thigh and his meaty nuts drooped down between his legs. Terry,
meanwhile, slouched in an overstuffed chair across from Jonathan, his left
leg flung over the arm of the chair. In this position, his cock hung down
over his testicles and just the hint of his ass crack was visible to
Jonathan's watchful eye.
"Jesus, you are so beautiful, Terry," Jonathan remarked. "I just love
looking at you."
Terry arose from his chair and moved over to where Jonathan lay. He sat on
the floor leaning up against the couch, his arm resting next to Jonathan's
thigh..
"I want a better look at that fat piece of meat that found its way up my ass
a while ago." Terry said. "In truth, I want to look at your entire body up
close. I want to know every crease and wrinkle in it. And I'm going to
critique it!"
Terry then began to touch Jonathan's body. He ran his hands up the
muscular leg stretched out before him. He gazed at the boy's foot.
"Hum, big feet...kinda ugly toes...some leg hair but not too much...soft and
silky, and shit, do I love the color!" he commented as he continued his
journey up his lover's calf and thigh. When he reached Jonathan's right knee,
he noticed a one inch scar.
"You've got a scar on your knee. What happened?" Terry asked.
"I fell down when I was a kid...skate boarding...cut it wide open. Took
twelve stitches to sew it back up. The sucker bled like hell...looked worse
that it was."
Terry placed a tender kiss on the knee and said, "All better, now," just
like his mom used to do to him. He continued examining his boyfriend's young
hard body. When he reach Jonathan's crotch, he lifted himself up and sat on
the edge of the couch. As Jonathan spread his thighs further apart, Terry
gingerly took his cock into his hand.
"Hum, five inches soft. Nice head, heart shaped...the doc gave you a good
cut...a little bigger than the shaft...nice big tear drop piss slit, the
better to lick off your pre-cum... nice big nuts, yum...one hangs a little
lower...'you a lefty?'...got a nice seam up the middle of the sack...a little
more of that soft red hair sprinkled there. "Hey, you've got freckles on
your nuts, too!" Terry exclaimed as he rubbed and squeezed the boy's
genitalia and then "combed" Jonathan's red pubic fringe with his fingers.
"Hey, you had better stop that or I'm gonna spring a boner, asshole, and
then you'll really be sorry," Jonathan giggled.
"Fuck you! Don't interrupt this scientific investigation, boy!" Terry
retorted, trying to sound professorial. Soon, his hands had found their
way up to Jonathan's navel.
"An inny," he commented. "Mine's an outie!"
The examination continued "....nice abs...stomach looks like a
washboard...lovely nipples, so round and pink... 'I really loved sucking on
them, too...almost as much as your cock.'...let's see, no chest hair, nice
firm squarish defined pecs... love em!...and more fucking freckles."
" Now, turn over, Patient!" Terry demanded.
Jonathan pulled his leg off the back of the couch and rolled over giving
Terry access to the nether side of his body. Terry climbed on top of
Jonathan's calves, caressing the glorious asscheeks he encountered.
"Hum, nice ass, boy!"
"Terry, you are fucking crazy! Totally out of your mind!" Jonathan laughed.
"Never mind, young man. Speak when you're spoken to, understand? Now, back
to your ass."
"Lovely, hairless, milk-white cheeks...nice and round and exceptionally
firm...nice crack ...hum, let's look and see what's in that lovely
asscrack...oh, a lovely pink rosebud, surrounded by a dusting of red peach
fuzz...the rosebud's a little puckered and a little swollen... 'have you had
a cock or some such thing up there recently, young man?' Oh, well...so it's
not virgin...it's still beautiful and sexy."
Terry 's inspection culminated at the boy's shoulders.... "hum, very nice
shoulders, nice and broad...more fucking freckles... 'what are you, son, a
fucking freckle factory?' ..."
When Terry finished, Jonathan rolled back over and asked, "Well, what's the
verdict, professor?"
"The most perfectly beautiful boy I've ever seen," Terry said truthfully,
tears welling up in his eyes. "You are so beautiful and I love you with all
my heart and soul. Please, Jonathan, love me, too! And, don't hurt me,
please. I don't think I could stand it"
"I do love you, Terry. More than I can say in words and more than you'll
ever know."
They met in an embrace and held tightly to each other. It was almost like
they were afraid to let go of one another for fear that the other would
somehow disappear.
"Jonathan, why don't you spend the weekend here with me?" Terry asked as he
wiped the tears from his eyes..
"Oh, God, I'd love too. I'll have to call home and see what's on tap
there."
Jonathan called home and told his mother that he was going to spend the
weekend at Terry's. He told them they'd be by later to pick up some clean
clothes and toiletries. With that taken care of, they made plans for dinner.
"I know this really great place in West Hollywood. Wanna go there?" Terry
asked.
"I guess so. What kind of food do they have?"
"Tube steak!" Terry said with a grin. "No, only kidding...Italian...really
good Italian."
"Sounds great. Let's go over to my house so I can pick up some clean
clothes and then we can come back and get ready to go, OK?"
They quickly dressed and hopped into Terry's Viper for the short trip to
Jonathan's house. Both boys glowed with the radiance that only young love
creates...
Terry & Jonathan
A Love Story
Chapter 3
Terry expertly maneuvered the Viper through the twisting roads and lanes of
the Santa Monica mountains. Geez, how he loved this car. It was so fast and
sexy looking. 'Reminds me of me,' he laughingly said to himself. Jonathan
was thinking along the same lines. Not only was he blown away by the car,
but also by the handsome boy sitting in the driver's seat.
Jonathan still hadn't come fully to grips with the events of the day. Not
five hours ago, this same boy had knocked him on his ass in the shower room,
filling him with a combination of rage, humiliation and, yes, he had to admit
it, desire. Now, here he was, looking lovingly at the cause of those
conflicting emotions. In the space of an afternoon, he had gone from hating
and resenting the handsome boy sitting next to him to loving him without
reservation. In that short time, they had gone from brutal physical and
emotional confrontation to loving embraces. Jonathan just couldn't believe
what was happening.
He had been tenderly kissed and loved and held and caressed by the most
gorgeous boy he had ever seen. His cock had been sucked masterfully, his
tight asshole passionately fucked, equally masterfully. Both acts had
generated incredible ecstasy in his young body. He in turn had buried his
dick up the sexy boy-ass he had lusted after all year. 'Jesus, what an
incredible day!' he thought. 'Christ, I hope this day never ends.' With that
thought coursing through his mind, he reached over and gently touched his
lover's hand.
Jonathan's reverie stopped short as the approached the driveway to his
house. 'God, I hope my father doesn't realize what I've been doing. He'd
have a fucking stroke. God only knows what he'd do to me. I wonder if he'll
be able to tell,' Jonathan thought apprehensively.
"Terry, let's kinda cool it in front of my parents, OK? They'd never
understand. Especially my old man. He'd absolutely go 'Postal' if he knew
what we've been doing."
"Don't worry, I'll be cool. What's with your dad, anyway?" Terry asked.
"God only knows. He's emotionally all-fucked-up. I think he secretly hates
me. He treats me like shit all the time. Nothing I ever do is good enough.
Remember when I came in second to you at that invitational swim meet? I was
really proud of myself but what did he say? 'You shouldn't have let that
faggot beat you!' Can you believe that?"
"Yeah, unfortunately, I can. There are a lot of people out there like that.
They expect you to do things that they couldn't possibly do themselves in a
million years. Just forget about it, Jonathan. You know you did well and
that's all that counts!" Terry said reassuringly.
Terry very slowly and carefully pulled into Jonathan's drive. He didn't
want to do anything that would set off Jonathan's father. They got out of
the car and walked around back to enter the house from the family room.
"Mom, Dad, I'm home," Jonathan called out.
"In here, sweetheart," his mom replied cheerfully from the living room.
As they walked through the family room and kitchen and into the living room,
Terry could sense tension building in Jonathan. He gave Jonathan a playful
shove and giggled as they neared the entrance to the living room. It didn't
relax Jonathan in the least.
Jonathan's mother sat in a chair with a book in her lap. Terry thought she
was very attractive. She had the same gorgeous red hair as her son. She was
dressed casually but very nicely. She smiled pleasantly as Jonathan
introduced Terry.
"Mom, this is my friend Terry Mathers. We're on the swim team together."
"It so nice to meet you, Terry." Mrs. Riley replied. "Would you boys like
something cold to drink?"
"No, thank you, Mrs. Riley." Terry responded. "We don't have much time.
We're planning on going out to get a bite to eat soon."
"Mom, where's dad?" Jonathan asked hesitantly.
"He's not home from the office yet, dear," Mrs. Riley stated. "He called
and said he'd be late. Something urgent came up."
"Well, come on up to my room, Terry, while I get some things packed,"
Jonathan said, his relief evident on his face.
As he followed Jonathan up the stairs to the second floor, he intently
watched Jonathan's tight ass undulating as he ascended the steps. 'God, what
a gorgeous ass!' Terry thought. 'I want to bury my face in it right here.'
Jonathan's room was at the end of the long hall. It was a typical
teenager's room. Posters of rock stars were hung on the walls...mementos of
past triumphs were displayed on the desk and bookshelves...trophies, medals,
awards...that kind of thing. As Terry surveyed these monuments to Jonathan's
athletic prowess, Jonathan blushed.
"I only keep them out to please my old man," Jonathan explained. "They turn
him on. And it helps in keeping him from riding my ass."
"I'd love to ride your tight little butt right now!" Terry said
conspiratorially.
"Hey, man, cool it!" Jonathan quickly replied, looking around to make sure
no one was in hearing range. "You promised to be cool, remember?"
"Ok, Ok, Jonathan. I'm sorry. I was just kidding around." Terry said
contritely.
Terry sat on the bed and watch Jonathan rummaging around looking for
clothes. Jonathan picked up an athletic bag and began stuffing clean
underwear and socks into it. He went to his closet and selected shirts and
pants to bring along. Jonathan then went into his bath and gathered up his
toiletries and carefully packed them. In no time at all, he had all he
needed. If the truth be known, he wouldn't have needed most of the things he
packed. Terry planned to keep the boy bare-assed naked most of the weekend.
They wouldn't need much of a wardrobe for what Terry had in mind.
As they approached the bottom of the stairs, Jonathan tensed as he
recognized his father's voice. 'Oh, shit,' he thought. 'I'd hoped we could
get out of here before he came home.'
Sitting on the sofa in the living room was Mr. Riley. He was a big, handsome
man, seemingly in very good physical shape. He and Mrs. Riley were in their
late 30's or early 40's Terry guessed.
"Dad, this is Terry Mathers. Terry, this is my dad."
"Nice to meet you, young man," Mr. Riley said politely but without much
sincerity. "I remember seeing you at the Invitational. You won the
freestyle."
"Thank you, sir. That was a tough meet...all those swimmers from the other
schools. Jonathan and I lucked out finishing like we did."
"Yes, I guess so," Mr. Riley replied, staring at Jonathan. "I thought
Jonathan could have done a better job, though. The competition looked a
little limp-wristed to me."
Both Terry and Jonathan stiffened at Mr. Riley's last remark but Terry was
determined not to be provoked into a confrontation. What good would that
have done at this point? The man was just as Jonathan had described him...a
totally fucked up asshole. Terry pitied Mrs. Riley. She seemed so nice.
"Well, Jonathan, I guess we'd better get going," Terry said before Jonathan
could respond to his father. "It's been a pleasure meeting both of you," he
said as he stepped forward to shake Mr. Riley's hand.
"I'll be back on Sunday night, OK?" Jonathan tentatively stated.
"That will be fine, dear," Mrs. Riley responded
"You have money, son?" Mr. Riley brusquely queried of Jonathan.
"Yes, Dad, don't worry. I'm ok."
"Well, don't get in trouble, you boys. And, don't break too many of those
young female hearts this week end," Mr. Riley said with a slight sneer.
"Don't worry, Mr. Riley. We'll be perfect gentlemen. Wouldn't think of
taking advantage of any young girls." Terry stated evenly. "This is going
to be an all-guy weekend."
Jonathan almost choked at the brazenness of his lover's remarks. But, he
had to admit, Terry was something else, for sure. He had never seen anyone
Terry's age be so cool and collected, so poised. It just gave him one more
reason for falling more madly in love with Terry.
As the walked out the front door to Terry' car, Mr. Riley followed.
"Is that your car, young man?" he asked.
"Yes, sir. I just got it." Terry replied.
"Quite a bit of car for a boy your age, isn't it?"
"Yes, I guess you might say that," Terry shot back, "But I can handle it and
I can afford it, Mr. Riley."
Again, Jonathan almost choked. 'Holy Christ, he won't take anything from
the old bastard' he thought. The boys then got into the car. Terry started
up the ignition and revved the engine almost to red line several times,
staring at Mr. Riley. He then drove slowly and carefully out of the drive
way as Mr. Riley watched, a look of resentment on his face.
"Boy, you were right, Jonathan. Forgive me for saying it but your dad's a
real prick!"
"You're fucking unbelievable, Terry! I've never even seen grownups talk
that way to my dad. It was really fantastic. I fuckin' loved it! But, I
gotta warn you. He'll get back at you. Mark my words. He always does."
Jonathan warned.
"Don't worry about it, Jonathan. I know a few things that he doesn't. I'll
take care of him if he gives us any trouble."
With that, Terry punched the accelerator and the bright red vehicle lurched
ahead speedily. Shortly, they were pulling up to Terry's house. As they
entered the house, Jonathan asked,
"What are you gonna wear tonight?"
"Oh, I bought a new sweater last week and I think I'll wear it with my gray
pants."
"You mean the ones that cling to your ass like skin and show off your
bulge?"
"Oh, you noticed! Yeah, 'them's' the ones."
"Such English, and out of the mouth of a straight A student, too! I'm
surprised." Jonathan humorously rebuked Terry.
"Hey, that be only one of dem thangs I does good wit ma mouf, boy," Terry
twanged.
"You're telling me? I can still feel your tongue up my ass!" Jonathan
laughed.
In preparation for their night out, Terry called the restaurant and made
reservations for dinner. Mario, the maitre d', or major-domo as was more
likely in an Italian restaurant, knew both Terry and the depth of his wallet
very well. He unctuously promised Terry he would save a very good table for
them. Terry thanked him but requested a table that was kind of out of the
way, one that would afford he and his guest a little more privacy. Mario
assured Terry that would not be a problem. Terry hung up the phone and said
to Jonathan,
"I think I need a shower. Coming?"
"You bet," Jonathan excitedly replied.
Terry went into the bath and turned on the water. The shower stall was
large, big enough to accommodate four or more people. It was entirely tiled
in large slabs of Carrara marble, a sophisticated beige in color with
chocolate and white veins flowing through it. A large seat ran across the
full rear of the stall. The multiple faucets and other accessories were a
gleaming 24 carat gold plate. The entire area was enclosed in clear glass.
While waiting for the water to reached a comfortable temperature, the boys
unselfconsciously stripped naked.
Terry and Jonathan entered the huge shower together. Since there were
several shower heads spraying water at varying angles and heights, both boys
were quickly soaked. Terry soaped up a wash cloth with fine French-milled
soap and sensuously began washing Jonathan's back. Wanting to actually feel
the soft skin of his lover, he jettisoned the wash cloth and soaped his
hands. He slowly and sensuously caressed Jonathan's back. Embracing
Jonathan's hard muscled body from behind, he generously soaped Jonathan's
chest, paying close attention to the protruding nipples he encountered there.
Terry felt his cock harden. He knew that the same thing was probably
happening to Jonathan. His hunch was corroborated as his hands slipped down
his lover's hard stomach to his pubes. There, he encountered Jonathan's
throbbing eight inch cock.
Holding Jonathan close, he lovingly took the pulsating meat into his hand
and gently stroked it from its base to its head. His fingers worked the head
of the beautiful cock, thoroughly cleansing it. Dropping the heavy cock, he
hefted Jonathan's full nuts into both hands and tenderly laved them. Both
boys moaned in sexual ecstasy-Terry, overjoyed at being able to caress his
lover's most private parts, Jonathan overwhelmed by being touched and
caressed the one he loved. While still luxuriating in feel of Jonathan's
body, Terry temporarily abandoned Jonathan's genitals. He reached his soapy
right hand back and pressed it between the boy's firm, freckled ass cleft.
As he washed between Jonathan's legs, he rubbed the quivering fuckhole he
found there, occasionally pressing his soapy finger into the puckered anus.
"Oh, God, Terry! That feels incredible but my asshole's still sore from the
screwing you gave me earlier."
"Mine is too, my Jonnie-boy!" Terry said. "Anyway, I guess we should save
something for tonight. I intend to poke the hell out of your tight ass.
I'm gonna poke it all night long!"
"You won't get any complaints from me, lover. But, just remember...what'
goes around comes around! That spelled C-U-M-S!" Jonathan warned humorously.
"Wouldn't have it any other way, you gorgeous stud," Terry acknowledged.
"Now, come on, do your duty. Wash me!"
The two gorgeous teenagers spent over an hour in the shower, touching and
exploring every inch of each other's bodies with hand, mouth and tongue. At
one point, they lay down in each other's arms on the large seat and let the
warm water flow over their bodies. They shampooed, conditioned and rinsed
each other's hair, washing out the chlorinated water from the pool. At one
point, Terry grabbed the hand held shower spray. He pulled the shower head
off and let the jet of water rush out of the hose.
"Hand me the bath oil, babe," Terry requested.
"What are you gonna do?" Jonathan queried.
"Just watch and see. It feels fantastic."
When Jonathan handed over the bottle of bath oil, Terry opened it and poured
some into his palm. He smeared some over his fingers and applied that to the
nozzle. He then smeared more bath oil on his finger and pushed it into his
anus. Jonathan watched in amazement as what Terry then proceeded to do.
Bending forward a bit and leaning on the back bench, Terry shoved the nozzle
up his ass. He moaned as the rush of water filled his bowels. When his gut
was full of water and no more could enter his body, water mixed with feces
began leaking out of his asshole. Soon, an equal amount of warm water was
entering and exiting his shithole. In no time at all, the water coming out
of his asshole was as crystal clear as that which was entering him.
"I'm cleaning myself up for you, sweetheart," Terry leered as the jet stream
pulsated and throbbed against his prostate, making his cock steel hard once
again.
"Oh, fuck, Terry," Jonathan said in awe as he watch the flood of water
streaming from Terry's asshole.
Terry knew if he continued with this incredible stimulation he would shoot
his load of teenage cum, something he didn't want to do just yet. Terry and
Jonathan had teased one another but each made sure not to bring the other to
orgasm. That experience was best saved for later that evening in Terry's
large bed. Terry pulled the nozzle out of his ass and felt the water that
had built up in his body him rush out. 'Oh, God I love that feeling' Terry
thought.
"Wanna try it, Jonathan?" Terry asked, proffering the spurting hose.
"Oh, man, does it feel as sexy as it looks?" Jonathan asked.
"You better believe it, Lover boy!" Terry retorted. "Here, let me help
you."
Jonathan took the hose in his hand and let Terry rub the bath oil all over
the nozzle and down the hose. Terry then oiled the middle finger of his
right hand. He motioned for Jonathan to lean forward on the back bench,
taking the hose from the boy's hand. Once Jonathan was in position, Terry
gently pushed his finger of the boy's ass. He worked it around a little,
relaxing Jonathan's sore anus. When it was lubed enough for comfort, Terry
pressed the spurting nozzle up against the waiting asshole and then gently
shoved it up the boy. Jonathan tensed as he felt the warm steady stream
rush up his chute and strike his prostate, making his dick harder that it
already was. Soon, his bowels were full and he too began to expel a
combination of water and feces while taking in more clean water.. And, as
happened with Terry, the fluid being expelled soon turned crystal clear.
"Oh, fuck, oh God. This is unbelievable!" Jonathan gasped.
"Hey, now, take it easy. I don't want you cumming."
"Shit, Terry, suck me off, please. Please!!"
Terry couldn't refuse the beautiful red head anything, so he dropped to his
knees in front of the boy. He took the swollen nuts into his hand and the
reddish purple cock head into his mouth. He then proceeded to swallow
Jonathan's prick right up to the pubes. A few strokes of his tongue had
Jonathan squirting shot after shot of teen age cum into Terry's waiting
mouth. When the spasms in his body subsided, Jonathan pulled the hose from
his ass. He collapsed into Terry's arms as the pent up water flowed out of
him.
"Holy Fucking Jesus. Mother of Fucking God! That was so fucking hot!"
Jonathan panted, spent. "Oh, Terry, that was fucking wonderful!"
"Well, I really wanted to save that cum until tonight, but what the hell,"
Terry said.
"Don't worry, there'll be more where that came from, you talented
cocksucker!"
"Thanks for the compliment, asshole. And, you promise, right?" Terry
laughed.
As they stepped out of the shower and dried each other with luxurious
towels, they were a model of pink, puckered, wrinkled boyhood.
Terry & Jonathan
A Love Story
Chapter 4
After thoroughly drying each other, Terry and Jonathan returned to the
bedroom to change for dinner. Terry rummaged through his drawers, looking
for just the right set of underwear. He finally settled on pale blue silk
boxer shorts. He loved boxers, especially silk ones. They made him feel
exceptionally sexy when he wore them. He loved the way the soft material
caressed his cock and balls when he walked. He loved the way they allowed
his 'fuck' equipment to show through no matter what pants he was wearing.
He loved the attention he received from other guys when they checked out his
crotch. Yeah, Terry loved silk boxers.
Jonathan sat on the bed and watched Terry intently, enjoying immensely the
vista of his . still nude lover. He loved the curves of Terry's ass, the
hairlessness of his asscrack, the way Terry's ass dissolved into those
beautiful legs. As Terry bent over to slip on the underwear he held in is
hand, Jonathan could see Terry's big nuts hanging down between his legs. A
jolt of sexual energy stabbed Jonathan's groin at the sight. It was all he
could do to keep from rushing over to Terry and lapping at those oval
beauties. As Terry bent further over, Jonathan saw the puckered rose bud he
had recently fucked. Once again, for what seemed like the hundredth time
this day, his cock rose up in a stiff erection. Terry turned to Jonathan as
he pulled up the flimsy garment, up past his big loose-hanging nuts, up,
further up, catching his cock in the waist band and then flipping his dick
into the shorts.
"Christ Almighty, you are one horny dude, Jonathan. Look at you," Terry
giggled, secretly pleased that he had this kind of effect on Jonathan.
"I can't help it, Terry," Jonathan replied plaintively. "You looked so
damn sexy putting on those shorts. What are they made of? They look so
soft and comfortable."
"Silk. Haven't you ever tried them before?"
"Shit, no."
Rummaging around the drawer again, Terry pulled out a pair of green silk
boxers and tossed them over to Jonathan.
"Here, put these on. They'll go real good on you, what with your coloring."
Jonathan thanked Terry profusely and then began to slip on the underwear.
The shorts felt so soft and sexy rubbing up against his calves and legs as
he pull them on. Still erect, his dick made a big tent in the fabric.
"Terry. I can't wear these. You know how easy I bone up! I'll embarrass
the shit out of us."
"Bullshit, Jonathan. That's half the fun of wearing them. You never know
when you're gonna throw a rod and when you do, it excites the shit out of
everyone around you. Wear 'em! It'll be a real hoot! Especially where
we're going."
"O.K., Terry, if you say so. But don't say I didn't warn you."
The boys finished dressing and were ready to hit the road. They drove over
the hill and pulled up in front of a trendy, West Hollywood restaurant.
Several valet parking attendants swarmed towards the car, eager to be the
lucky one that got to drive the exotic vehicle. Jonathan couldn't believe
how gorgeous all of them were. He suddenly felt very young and naive. As
the door was opened for him, he felt the young attendant's eyes survey his
body then smile invitingly. Unnerved, Jonathan got out of the vehicle and
joined Terry at the curbside.
"Geez, Ter, did you see those guys? All of them are gorgeous!" Jonathan
whispered.
"Hey, they'll probably all aspiring actors. They do this between acting
jobs."
"One of them practically undressed me with his eyes. I couldn't believe it.
He was so obvious about it," Jonathan continued.
"Get used to it, babe. You are fucking gorgeous and you're in Boy's Town.
You'll be getting that kind of reception all night long. But, remember,
you're mine, all mine!" Terry chortled, amused at his friend's innocence.
As the entered the restaurant, Maitre d' Mario greeted them.
"Ah, Signore Mathers! How are you, my friend? I have reserved a wonderful
table for you and your guest! And, we have some exceptional special
dishes tonight!" Mario said with a syncophantic continental accent.
"Thank you, Mario. This is my special friend, Jonathan."
Mario looked the boy over approvingly and exclaimed, "Mi piacere, Mr.
Jonathan!"
He led them to a table located in an alcove off the main dining room. Terry
was pleased with the site, out of the main dining room yet not near the
kitchen or other distractions. Three other tables occupied the room, all
generously spaced to provide maximum privacy. As Mario seated Jonathan,
Terry reached into his slacks for Mario's gratuity. He palmed a hundred
dollar bill which he surreptitiously slipped to Mario as they shook hands.
Mario didn't even look to see the denomination of the bill he pocketed.
"Enjoy your evening, gentlemen!" Mario said expansively. "If you need
anything at all, any thing at all, Signore Mathers, please do not hesitate to
ask. I am at your service, gentlemen."
"Thank you, Mario, I'm sure we will," Terry replied graciously.
Mario nodded deferentially and left the table. Jonathan looked in awe at
the surroundings. He had been in Italian restaurants before but none quite
as sumptuous and elegant. The table was set with elegant crystal glassware,
silver service and exquisite china. The room was fashionably decorated in
soft pastels which complimented the table cloths and napkins. Large bouquets
of fresh roses graced the room along with smaller bouquets on each table..
Jonathan noticed that the wall coverings were richly padded, adding
sophistication and elegance to the room as well as sound dampening. He was
mightily impressed, not only with the restaurant but with the sophistication
of his friend.
"Boy, that Mario is something else, isn't he?" Jonathan commented.
"Yes," chuckled Terry. "Mario talks in exclamation points! Like this
place, babe?"
"Oh, yeah, this is really something else. How come they know you so well
here?"
"In this world, Jonathan, money talks and bullshit walks! They all knew I'm
rich and my money buys entree into the finer things of life. Besides, I use
to come here with my parents. That's when I first met Mario. Even though
they aren't here to enjoy it with me, I still come here. Not only is it a
great restaurant but it also brings back wonderful memories for me. Now,
having you here with me, will make it all the more special."
A beautiful young waiter approached the table. He greeted Terry by name as
he gave each boy a menu. He took their drink orders and retreated giving
them time to peruse the bill of fair. Jonathan noted that the young waiter
was exceptionally well endowed in addition to being gorgeous. A big bulge of
testicles pushed out against the fabric of his black trousers. What appeared
to be a gigantic piece of meat traveled down the young man's left thigh.
Normally, genitalia that large would have been a turn-off for Jonathan but
on this young man, he thought it sexy and appealing. 'I wonder what it
looks like hard,' he thought to himself.
"See anything you like, Jonathan?"
Jonathan blushed crimson. It was like Terry had read his mind. His private
speculations were causing him embarrassment. He was especially chagrined for
being so transparent.
"On the menu, dummy," Terry said mirthfully, laughing at his friend's
embarrassment.
"Geez, there's so many choices. What's good here?"
"Everything is! How about this, Jonathan? Why don't we let the waiter
order for us? I guarantee you'll have a meal like you've never had before."
"OK, sounds good to me. I'd eat anything he brings to the table I'm so
hungry."
"I saw the way you checked out his basket, and I don't meant the bread
basket, either. Didn't you mean to say you were horny rather than hungry?"
Terry teased as Jonathan once again blushed bright crimson.
The waiter returned with a virgin strawberry daiquiri for Terry and a ginger
ale for Jonathan. As he placed the drinks before the boys, he recited the
special dishes being offered that evening and then proffered the standard
waiter query,
"Are you gentlemen ready to order or would you like a little more time to
decide?"
"Rossano, we'd like to leave our dinner in your hands. Bring us whatever
you think we might like."
"Very good, Mr. Mathers. It would be my pleasure. I will try not to
disappoint you and your guest."
While they waited for their meal, Terry and Jonathan traded small talk.
Both surveyed the other tables in the room and found that each was occupied
by a male couple. No women were to be seen. Nearest them, an extremely well
dressed, silver-haired gentleman shared the table with an equally well
dressed younger blond man. They were deeply engaged in conversation, this
older man and his somewhat effeminate companion. Though the boys were unable
to hear the topic of the conversation, it plainly appeared there was a
difference of opinion between the two. The older man kept trying to place
his hand on the younger man's only to have the young man pull back.
Finally, the older man gave up and signaled the waiter for the check.
Within minutes, the check has been paid and the quarreling couple left.
Terry looked lovingly at Jonathan, emotion rising in him. They were in the
first stages of their relationship and the whole world had a rosy complexion.
Terry was thankful that they weren't having the problem the couple that left
were obviously experiencing. Taking Jonathan's hands in his, his eyes
tearing up, Terry said,
"God, I love you so much, Jonathan." I truly never thought I'd be able to
feel this much love for anyone ever again and then, all of a sudden, into my
life barges this wild eyed, red-headed Irishman, threatening to kick my ass.
It's like I suddenly found a part of me that was dead or missing and now I
feel so complete. I haven't been this or felt this fulfilled in my
entire life and it's all because of you."
"Oh, Terry," Jonathan said softly, with great emotion. "I feel just like
you do. I know exactly what you mean. I feel like I've found something
missing in my soul. And, it' not just the sex, either. When I fell asleep
in your arms, I felt so safe and secure, so completely content. I can't
really put into words what I'm feeling All I know is that I never want it to
end."
As Jonathan finished pouring out his heart to the lovely boy across from
him, Rossano approached. From a distance he had recognized the look of love
glowing on the faces of these two innocent and beautiful boys. 'Lovers
desperately in love' he thought. 'So wonderful.' He thought back to his
first real love, Gianni, in Rome and felt regret that he had left him to come
to America. 'I'm going to make sure this is a feast they will never forget,'
he vowed to himself.
He waited for the appropriate moment. When he saw an opening, he hied to
the table and dramatically offered the two handsome young men the appetizer
he had selected for them.
"Ah, my young friends, I bring you a lovely 'aragostini alla Veniziana' to
start the feast. I hope you will be pleased. I have told the chef that I am
serving two very special people and reminded him that he must cook like he
has never cooked before. I told him he must make this 'una cena speciale,'
a very special dinner. Now! Enjoy!" Rossano declared in his most dramatic
manner.
Famished from an afternoon of lovemaking, the boys attacked the baby
lobsters with gusto. Rossano was right, the appetizer was lovely. The
lobsters were plump and succulent, sauteed in a sauce of garlic and herbed
butter, mouth-wateringly delicious.
"Oh, man! This is phenomenal! I've never tasted anything like this!"
Jonathan enthused.
"Yeah, it is really good, isn't it?" Terry replied happily.
He was elated not only because of the wonderful food but also with
Jonathan's evident delight. Terry wanted this evening to be special and it
sure was starting out that way. After the appetizer had been cleared,
Rossano again appeared with the second course. This time he brought to the
table a special pasta dish, 'spaghettini alla carbonara,' angel hair pasta
served with a rather delicate sauce of bacon, eggs, parsley and Parmesan
cheese. The boys rhapsodized over the wonderful mixture of subtle
flavorings.
Next came the main course, 'Osso bucco alla Romana,' tender, succulent veal
shanks braised with carrots, celery, onion, tomato and white wine. With an
appropriate flair, Rossano presented each boy with a tiny silver spoon.
After Rossano departed Jonathan looked quizzically at Terry.
"What's the spoon for, Terry?" Jonathan asked.
"It's so you can enjoy the marrow in the shank bone. The Italians think
that's the best part of the dish." Terry responded, showing Jonathan how to
extract the marrow.
"Where did you learn all of this stuff? Christ, Terry, you're no older than
I am yet you seem so grown up. I feel so juvenile and stupid."
"Well, my parents took me everywhere...from the time I was a just a baby. I
got to travel all over the world with them, ate in the finest restaurants,
stayed in the finest hotels. It was a hell of an education. Years of that
kind of experience and you're bound to pick up something of the world, don't
you think?" Terry replied humbly.
"You are like no one I've ever met before. Even my folks friends aren't
anywhere near as sophisticated as you...and they're in the entertainment
industry."
"Yes, I know. Your dad's with Spectrum Entertainment, isn't he?" Terry
stated more that asked.
"Yeah, he's a vice president. In charge of their film division. I guess
it's an important position. Sure pays the bills! Geez, this dish is so
fucking good.." Jonathan said.
Rossano surveyed the remains of the main course. He was delighted that very
little except bones could be found on the boy's dinner plates. He had the
bus boy clear the table while he disappeared only to return with two salads,
delicate leaves tossed with vinegar and oil and crumpled Gorgonzola cheese.
"Salad, now? After the main course?" Jonathan asked, sampling the salad.
"Yep. Again, it's the Italian way. They think the salad should come
between the main course and the dessert. It cleanses the palate and settles
the stomach."
When that course was summarily devoured, Rossano returned with the coup de
gras, the dessert course. He placed before them an elegant Tiramisu, a
delicate dessert of sponge cake, cocoa, marscapone, rum, vanilla and whipped
cream. It was almost to beautiful to eat, but the boys didn't let that stop
them. They consumed the dessert with what could only be called a teen-
ager's enthusiasm for things sweet.
"Signori, Cappuccino? Espresso?" Rossano offered.
"Jonathan?" Terry questioned.
"Cappucino!" Jonathan replied to the waiter.
"Per me, Rossano, espresso forte. Voglio stare alzato tutta la notta." Terry
stated with a somewhat lewdly with a nod in Jonathan direction.
"Molto bene! E buono fortuna!" Rossano responded, with a knowing smile.
"What the hell was that all about, fellah?" Jonathan asked.
"I just told Rossano that I wanted a strong espresso 'cause I wanted to be
awake all night long!" Terry laughed, taking Jonathan's hand in his. "I
love you, Jonathan."
Jonathan once again felt an overwhelming love for this exceptional boy
sweep across his soul. 'Geez, how lucky can anyone get,' he thought
gratefully, gently squeezing Terry hand. Soon, they released their hold on
each other as Rossano had arrived with their coffees.
"Oh, Rossano, the meal was superb! We couldn't be more pleased. It was
perfect!" Terry complimented the waiter.
"Quasi perfecto, amico! It would have been perfect with some excellent
wines, ha, but in this barbaric country, that is not possible. When you are
older and can have wine in a fine restaurant such as this, Signore Mathers,
we will make it perfect! Now, is there anything else you require?"
Terry glanced over at Jonathan, who with a broad smile on his handsome face,
slowly shook his head in reply.
"No, nothing more, thank you, Rossano, solo il conto!"
When the check arrived, Jonathan watched in awe as Terry placed three one
hundred dollar bills on the silver tray. 'Boy, this place is really
expensive,' Jonathan thought. 'And that doesn't count what he gave the guy
at the door!' Rossano smiled broadly as he removed the tray from the table.
"Thank you, again, Rossano. It was wonderful." Terry said to the waiter,
indicating that the excess money on the tray was his gratuity.
"Thank you, Signore Mathers." Rossano replied gratefully.
Terry and Jonathan rose from the table and made their way toward the front
of the restaurant. Mario spied them coming and whispered something to a
young man standing near who quickly walked away. As they approached the
maitre d', Mario extended his hand to both boys and said,
"I trust everything was acceptable, my friend."
"Yes, Mario, everything was perfect. Rossano is to be congratulated."
Mario escorted his two young and most handsome customers to the restaurant's
entry. The door opened as they approached, as if manipulated by unseen hands.
Parked at the portico, with the engine running, was Terry's car. The same
smiling, handsome young attendant waited to ease their entry into the car.
Terry tipped the young man generously as he got into the car.
Soon, Terry and Jonathan were underway on a new adventure.
Terry & Jonathan
A Love Story
Chapter 5
The night was young and the boys were blissfully in love with each other.
The Viper slowly cruised down Santa Monica Boulevard. The sidewalks were
crowded with strolling young men and women...some straight, some gay, some
lesbian. Friday night on the boulevard was a festive event. Jonathan was
struck at how many handsome young men he saw. He was also surprised at the
reaction the two of them got when Terry stopped for red lights. Beautiful
young men smiled at them, acknowledging, even envying, the beauty of the two
boys in the exotic car. As they drove farther east, the traffic thinned and
Jonathan noticed a change in the appearance of the people that lined the
boulevard. Near the restaurant, the men seemed so sophisticated and very
well dressed. As they moved eastward, the men he saw became younger, some
even younger than he and Terry. And they dressed more blatantly sexy...very
tight pants, bare stomachs showing.
"What's with these guys, Terry?" Jonathan asked.
"Well, they're'gentlemen of the evening'...hustlers." Terry replied.
Just for fun, Terry pulled over to the curb where a young blond boy of about
15 stood. He ogled the young man's body openly, his eyes looking the boy up
and down. The blond boy smiled sexily, thrilled at the possibility of
getting picked up by two obviously rich young guys. 'This could be worth a
lot' he thought... 'enough to score some good shit tonight!' He reached down
and began rubbing his basket provocatively.
"Hey, dudes, what's doin?" he asked.
"What?" Jonathan asked.
"Boy, you are naive, Jonathan. He's a whore, a hustler," Terry whispered in
Jonathan's ear.
" Hey, fella, how much? Terry asked the young hustler.
"Depends on what you guys want," the young hustler replied, still
seductively rubbing his crotch.
"How old are you?" Jonathan asked.
"Almost sixteen," the youth answered. "Pull around the corner and let's
talk."
Terry drove around the corner. As the car came to a halt, he turned off the
engine. They waited until the young hustler sauntered up the car, his
bulging crotch at Jonathan's eye level. Terry could see that the young man's
cock has gotten hard in his pants. As he continued to rub the bulge he said,
"What are you dudes into?"
Jonathan was shocked to hear Terry say, "Fucking some hot ass. How much?"
"Both of you? For $200 I'll let both you dudes fuck my tight little ass.
Got some place we can go?" the boy leered.
"Let him in between us, Jonathan," Terry said.
Somewhat stunned by the situation, Jonathan opened the door and got out.
The young man got in between them, straddling the gear shift console, one
leg touching Terry's leg and as Jonathan crowded back into the car, one
touching Jonathan's. Terry gunned the engine and the car took off.
"Let's see what you got, kid," Terry demanded of the boy.
The boy reached down and began to unbutton his jeans. As he wore no
underwear, his hard six inch dick poked out. 'Shit this is hot,' he thought
to himself. 'I usually get stuck with some ugly old man.' He then reached
down and pulled his hairless nutsack out too.
"Well, what do you think, dudes?" he asked with some pride.
Jonathan could not believe what was going on. The boy then lowered a hand
down into both of the boys laps and groped. 'Jesus, these fuckers are big.
They're really gonna stretch my little hole,' he thought.
Terry removed the boy's hand. He wasn't really interested in fucking this
young boy, although he did admit to himself that the boy was cute. This had
all been an exercise in the 'Education of Jonathan Riley.' Terry punched the
accelerator and drove back to side street where they had picked the boy up.
As the pulled up to the curb, he reached into his pocket, took out some cash
and stuffed it in the boys open fly.
"Let him out, Jonathan." To the boy he said, "Hey, kid, take the money and
go home. Don't peddle your ass out here. It's gonna kill you."
The startled boy fished the bills out of his fly, noticing that it was two
hundred dollars. He was stunned as no trick had ever done anything like this
before. 'This crazy dude is giving me two hundred bucks and I didn't even
have to spread my cheeks for it. Un-fucking- believable,' he thought. He
quickly stuffed the money into his pocket, shoved his still hard cock and his
balls into his jeans and buttoned up. As Jonathan got out to let him go, the
boy reached over and gave Terry a kiss on the cheek saying, "Thanks, dude, I
owe you one." With that he stepped out onto the curb and strutted away, but
not towards Santa Monica Boulevard Terry noticed.
"Shit, Terry, I never realized this kinda stuff went on," Jonathan said,
somewhat in awe as he sat back down.
"You're learning, kiddo," Terry replied. "Wanna go dancing? I know a club
we can get into."
"Shit, yes, Ter!" Jonathan exclaimed excitedly
Terry drove down a few dark streets and pulled up in front of the
nondescript building that housed the dance club. There was a crowd of young
people lined up waiting to get in. The doorman recognized Terry's car and
came over, opening the door for Jonathan. He greeted Terry by name and
escorted them to the entrance of the club. Terry confidently directed him to
be sure to look after the car as he handed the man some money. The doorman
assured him he would take special care of the vehicle. He then opened the
door to the club and directed the boys in, much to the dismay of those
waiting in line.
The club was much nicer on the inside than it had appeared from the curb.
Loud music assaulted the boys' ears and thick smoke their eyes as they
became accustomed to the dim light. A waitress came up, greeted Terry with a
hug and assured him that his customary table was waiting for him. As she
escorted them to the table, she asked,
"The usual, Terry?" Terry nodded and she turned to Jonathan. "What would
you like, Coke, Seven UP, coffee, Cappuccino? Jonathan ordered a coke.
As the waitress left to get their drinks, Jonathan asked, "Jesus, Terry, how
do you do it. Everybody knows you here. They treat you like you own the
goddamn place. I can't believe it."
" I do," Terry calmly replied.
"Do what?" Jonathan asked.
"Own the place," Terry replied matter-of -factly.
"You what? You fuckin' own this place?" Jonathan said in disbelief.
"Yes, I own the place. I decided that this might fill a need, both in my
life and others and was probably a good business opportunity, so I opened
it. It's been great, too!"
"Jesus, when will the surprises stop with you?" Jonathan said.
"Never, I hope, Love," Terry said as his hand softly caressed Jonathan's
cheek.
The waitress arrived back at the table and served their drinks. As she and
Terry briefly talked business, Jonathan looked the club over. The large
dance floor was crowded with gyrating dancers...boy and girl couples, boy and
boy couples and girl and girl couples. Jonathan had never danced with
another guy before and wondered how he was gonna react to this new
experience. 'Shit, as long as I'm with Terry, I can do anything,' he thought
happily.
He noticed that a spinning mirrored globe hung from the ceiling, directly
over the dance floor. The globe reflected unique, ever changing patterns of
light and shadows on the youthful dancers below. The dance floor was
surrounded by booths and tables, all of which were fully occupied by carefree
youths. A large ornate bar, crammed four deep with good looking young
people, ran across the entire back of the club. 'Again, like nothing I've
ever seen before' Jonathan thought excitedly. Christ, what a night!'
As soon as the waitress left, Terry took Jonathan by the hand and led him to
the dance floor. As they reached their destination, a soft sensual ballad
began to play over the speakers. Terry took Jonathan in his arms. He felt
Jonathan's back muscles tense as they began to sway to the music. "It's ok,
Jonathan. It's alright. No one is gonna bother us, Love." With those
soothing words, Jonathan melted completely into Terry arms. They held each
other closely as they danced, both lost in the golden aura of love that swept
them up. Soon, just as Jonathan feared, he began to get an erection. Terry
noticed his lover's involuntary reaction and, slipping his hands down to
Jonathan's ass, pulled the beautiful boy even closer. Soon Terry's awakening
rod was dueling with Jonathan's insistent hardon. Terry gently nuzzled
Jonathan's neck and whispered in his ear, "Our dicks are dancing together,
Lover." Jonathan felt weak with desire and passion. Terry then brought his
lips to Jonathan's and they kissed softly. 'Jesus, a few hours ago we were
fighting and I was hurting so much and now I'm kissing him....and in fucking
public, too' Jonathan though. 'What is happening to my life?'
When the ballad ended, the music changed to a faster beat. Terry and
Jonathan, oblivious to the fact that each sporting obvious hard ons,
continued to dance. Soon, a friend of Terry's danced close by. He reached
out and grabbed Terry's protruding bulge and said over the music, "Happy to
see me, Terry?" Terry laughed and said, "No, Jerry, him!" pointing to
Jonathan. Jonathan blushed crimson for what seemed like the hundredth time
that day. Jerry moved away and the two boys danced and danced and danced.
As the evening went on, patrons of the club stopped by the boys' table to
pay their respects and, secretly, to get a closer look at the handsome young
man that had so obviously captured Terry's heart. Jonathan knew he wasn't an
ugly boy but had never thought of himself as handsome. Tonight, though,
swept up in the excitement of this incredible evening and reflecting the love
in Terry's eyes, he felt absolutely beautiful. The other young people in the
club felt the same. As Terry talked to his various friends, Jonathan felt
the need to visit the men's room. He excused himself and wandered to the
alcove that housed the rest rooms. As he entered the room marked "Men," he
pulled up in surprise and shock.
There in front of the urinals, one of the gorgeous young boys he had seen on
the dance floor was kneeling, hard cock in his hand, giving another beautiful
boy a blow job. The boy was fervently deep throating the hard dick. The
recipient of the suck was standing with his pants and undershorts down around
his ankles and seemed blithely unconcerned that anyone was watching. Jonathan
watched in fascination as the boy on his knees lavished his oral attention to
the other boy's dick and nuts. Embarrassed but excited, Jonathan immediately
sprung a huge boner. He stumbling back out the door and accidentally ran
smack into a rather good looking young man, almost knocking the guy down.
The young man noted Jonathan's excited condition and reached down to grope
Jonathan's bulging pants. "Nice!" was all the boy said as Jonathan pulled
himself free from the young man's grip, excused himself and hurried away.
When he arrived back at the table, he realized that Terry was not there. A
wave of momentary panic swept over Jonathan as he searched the crowd for his
boyfriend. 'Shit, where is he?' Jonathan asked himself. He saw that two
fresh drinks had been served, assuring that Terry had not deserted him.
After a moment, the young man he had crashed into at the door to the men's
room approached the table. "Want to dance?" he asked Jonathan.
Jonathan said, "No thanks, I'm waiting for a friend of mine to come back."
"My name's Sean, by the way. I just saw Terry go back to the office. Don't
worry, he won't get jealous if you dance with me," he said with a sexy smile.
"It's not that," Jonathan replied. "It's just that I don't quite feel like
dancing just now."
"You do look a little flushed. You a little flustered over what was going
on the boys' room?" Sean asked.
"Christ, yes, can you believe that? In a public head like that!" Jonathan
exclaimed.
"Yes, I believe it. Chris, that's the guy doing the sucking, Chris would
suck a cock on Sunset Boulevard, given the chance. He's such a slut!" Sean
laughed. "But, you missed the good part. After you left, he actually fucked
the guy in the ass right there in front of the pisser."
"You're kidding me. No shit?" Jonathan said.
"Yep, right there in front of me. They're both exhibitionists, I guess.
The least they could have done was go into the back room if they wanted to
have sex." Seam stated. "Sure made it 'hard' for me to piss!" Sean said
giggling.
"I'll bet it did," Jonathan laughed.
As they talked, Terry came back to the table saying, "Hi, Sean, trying to
seduce Jonathan here? Well, you can't have him. He's mine, all mine, you
horny bastard."
"Hey, it never hurts to try, Terry. And, you! You are fucking gorgeous,
Jonathan. As gorgeous as Terry-boy here, but I've never gotten anywhere with
him either." Sean said.
"Them's the breaks, Sean. Jonathan, want to dance?" Terry said.
As Sean disappointedly walked away from the table, Jonathan said, "Yes, I'd
love to, Terry, but I've really got to take a piss before we do."
"I thought you already did that," Terry said.
"Not quite," Jonathan replied.
.
"Well, I could use a little relief, too, so I'll go with you." Terry said as
he took Jonathan's hand in his. They walked hand-in-hand to the bath room.
When they entered, Jonathan was relieved to find that the room was
unoccupied. The boys strolled up to adjoining urinals, fished their dicks
out of their pants and let the yellow streams flow freely. After washing
their hands, they went back to the dance floor. Again, a soft ballad was
playing and as the gently held each other and swayed to the music, Jonathan
asked, "Terry, what's the back room?"
Surprised at the question, Terry asked, "Who told you about the back room?"
"Sean did." Jonathan confessed.
"What did the bastard do, invite you to go there with him?" Terry said, a
note of displeasure creeping into his voice.
"No, nothing like that, Terry!" Jonathan said adamantly. "It just that when
I went to the john earlier, I walked in on a couple of guys doing things.
And so did Sean. He just said they should have gone into the back room. I
just wondered what the back room was."
"Just exactly what were these guys doing in there?" Terry asked with
concern.
"Well, one guy was giving the other guy a blow job when I went in and I
guess a few minutes later, he fucked the guy, right there in public."
"Oh, shit. These horny assholes are gonna get this place closed down if
they're not careful. Damn it! I guess we're gonna have to put a guard in
the goddamn toilet."
"What's the back room, Terry?" Jonathan once again asked.
"Well, you might as well see for yourself," Terry said resignedly.
As they walked off the dance floor, Terry explained about the back room. He
knew how hard it was for many young people to act on their emotions since
most lived at home with parents and other family. He set up the back room at
the club to help these kids. He established rules that had to be honored for
admittance into the room; rules such as, no singles, only couples; no dope
or booze; no coercion or violence and no restriction because of sexual
preference. If you weren't mature enough to accept the rules, then you
couldn't go it. If anyone is caught with any banned substances, they would
be forever banished, not only from the back room but also the club.
They walked to the back of the club, past the restrooms and the office to
where a hall bisected the one they were in. The boys made the turn and
walked to the end of this hall where an unmarked door, guarded by a rather
large young man, stood. The man greeted Terry warmly and opened the door for
the boys. A foyer served as the entry the way for the room. The foyer was
nicely decorated with plush carpeting, settees, tables and chairs. The walls
were hung with erotic art of all genres. Another door was located at the
back of the foyer. Terry took Jonathan by the arm and they walked through
that door into another world.
Jonathan was stunned. The large room consisted of over thirty mattresses
lined up against the walls of the room. Large armoires were located at each
mattress. The mattresses were covered with fine linens and numerous pillows.
To Jonathan's amazement, almost all the mattresses were occupied by naked
young people in every possible combination of lovemaking. There were lesbian
couples engaged in cunnilingus, gay boys in various combinations of sucking
and fucking, straight couples making passionate love to each other. No one
in the room seemed the least bit concerned that other's might be watching
what they were doing. It was an incredibly sexy sight and it took it's toll
on both boys. Each boys' pants started tenting as their cock grew to full
erection.
"Jesus, Terry!" Jonathan whispered. "This is unbelievable!"
Terry took Jonathan by the hand and they walked to one of the unoccupied
mattresses. Terry slipped off his shoes and bent down to take off his socks.
He slowly pulled his sweater over his head and did the same with his
T-shirt. Nude from the waist up, and with Jonathan watching in wonder, Terry
unzipped his trousers and pulled them and his blue silk boxers off. Now
fully naked, Terry reclined on the mattress, his hard cock resting on his
stomach. He smiled at the stunned, immobilized Jonathan who finally shook
off his shock and began undressing. When he was completely nude, he joined
Terry on the mattress.
Their mattress was situated between two interesting contrasts. On their
right were a couple of gay boys making love. One beautiful young brunette
was on his stomach and a equally beautiful young blond was sinking his large
cock into the first boy's tight, round, succulent ass. Jonathan and Terry
watched as the blond masterfully fucked his lover. Jonathan was totally
turned on watching the blond wrap his arms under the arms of the boy beneath
him, kiss his neck and then pound his dick into the boy. The moans of lust
coming from the brunette testified to his pleasure at the powerful fuck he
was receiving.
Terry's attention was directed to the mattress on their left. On it were an
extremely beautiful young straight couple, at most, 18 years of age. They
both had long brown hair. The girl's hair formed a halo on her pillow, the
boy's draped down on to her. The boys was lying between the girls legs, his
cock apparently in her pussy. Her legs were wrapped high on the boy's hips
and her hands were on his ass, as she joyously took the passionate thrusts of
his hard dick. Although Terry couldn't actually see the cock that was
fucking the girl's cunt, he could see the undulations of the boy's ass make
fucking motions. As he thrust powerfully into the girl, he moved his upper
body sensuously over the girl's so that the nipples of her tits were rubbing
against his. Terry moved down toward the foot of the mattress so he could
be a better view.
Now, Terry could see the large hard dick pounding in and out of the girl's
juicy cunt. He could see the boy's large nuts swinging back and forth as he
thrust his pole in and out. Terry could also see the girl had two of her
fingers up the boy's asshole, giving him a finger fuck as he was dick-fucking
her cunt. Terry almost swooned in passion. 'God, would I love to have my
dick up that guy's ass!' Terry thought to himself. 'So fucking hot and he
apparently likes it in the ass, too!'
While concentrating on the couple, Terry felt Jonathan snuggle up behind him
and envelope him in his arms. Terry felt Jonathan's hard dick slide in
between his legs as Jonathan began to stroke and caress his body. He turned
his head slightly and whispered, "Fuck me, Jonnie, please. I'm so horny
right now." Terry was lying on his right side so he lifted his left leg
slightly to give Jonathan access to his aching asshole. Jonathan spit on his
hand and delivered the natural lubricant to Terry anus, pushing saliva-slick
fingers all the way up Terry's rectum. Then he spit again and slicked up his
own cock. He slowly entered Terry from behind, giving both boys a electric
thrill. Terry was ecstatic... watching a gorgeous boy fucking a juicy cunt
while a large hard bone was stuffed up his ass.
As Jonathan slowly fucked Terry's ass, the boy next to Terry climaxed,
shooting a wad of boy cum into the girl's twat. Terry could see the boy's
nuts draw up to half their size and could see his perineum quiver as blast
after blast of hot semen shot from his prostate, up his long cock into the
girl's pussy. Both loudly moaned as their orgasms over took them. They
kissed passionately and then separated. As he recovered, the boy looked over
at Terry and Jonathan. He stared at the area between Terry's legs, watching
Jonathan's hard cock moving in and out of Terry's tight asshole. He hadn't
expected it but he was really getting excited watching another guy get fucked
in the ass. His own cock started to rise up in erection again. He seemed
somehow drawn to what was taking place on the mattress next to him. 'Maybe
it's because Jessie slipped her finger up my ass,' he thought. 'I never
would have guessed it would feel so good.'
Terry looked directly into the eyes of the boy on the next mattress as
Jonathan continued to fuck him. 'Yeah, you'd like to try this wouldn't you,
you gorgeous thing you.' Terry wasn't even touching his dick but the monster
stood straight up from his groin, swaying from side to side with Jonathan's
fucking movements. "Come on, Jonathan, fuck me! It feels so good having your
dick up my ass!" Terry hissed loud enough for the boy to hear. Terry was
secretly pleased when the boy reached over and touched his aching cock. As
the boy started stroking the hard dick in his hand, Terry said to him, "Suck
it man! Take it in your mouth!" To Terry's surprise, the boy
unhesitatingly did just that.
The action the boy was giving Terry didn't bother his girlfriend at all.
She was enjoying watching her macho boyfriend suck another guy's cock.
Since the boy was on his hands and knees as he sucked on Terry's dick, his
ass was up in the air. She moved behind the boy and took his low hanging
nuts in her hand and massaged them. She pulled his now hard again cock back
between his legs and began to lick it as well as his nuts. As she was
sucking his nuts, she spied the boy's rosebud winking at her in invitation.
She couldn't resist. She lightly swept her tongue over the purplish
pucker. Her boyfriend flinched in delight at the touch. She became more
bold, holding his asscheeks in her hands, buried her face in his ass and
pushed her tongue up his hot hole. She tongue-fucked the boypussy
vigorously, sending her lover to new heights of pleasure.
Jonathan was fully aware of what was happening around him. As eroticism of
the situation captured him, he began to violently stab his cock into Terry's
ass. Soon, in a paroxysm of lust, his dick erupted in wave after wave of
almost painful sensations as he came. He poured his love juice into his
lover's ass and fell back down spent. As Jonathan moved away from him, Terry
lay back, his dick still in the mouth of the straight boy from the next
mattress over. Suddenly, the boy released Terry's cock from his mouth,
pulled away from his girl friend's grip and squatted over Terry. Holding
Terry's dick upright, he said, "Fuck, I'm so hot, I gotta feel this cock up
my ass!"
He directed the head of Terry's cock to his asshole and sat on it. The hot
dick going up his ass seared his intestines but he was determined to take it
all. He began moving his haunches up and down on the steel hard dick like he
was doing sit-ups in an exercise class. As he feverishly moved up and down
on the stiff pole, his big floppy nuts swung to and fro and his asslips
contracted. Terry, as he had done to Jonathan earlier in the day, reached up
and grabbed the boy's erect nipples and twisted them. The sharp pain caused
the boy's sphincter to tighten and that brought Terry closer and closer to
orgasm. Terry's dick continued to slam up into the boy's hot ass. On one
downward swoop, the youngster literally screamed, "Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum!"
His dick swelled even larger and stiffly pointed to the ceiling. Then, as
his sphincter grabbed a hold of Terry cock in a tight grasp, spurt after
spurt of creamy boyjuice erupted from his cock and splashed all over Terry's
neck, chest and stomach. "Oh, fuck, oh, shit! Auugghhhhhh!" the boy gasped
as his orgasm swept over him. He had never felt an orgasm like that before.
It felt like his whole body was on fire and convulsing. Terry ejaculated
his hot cum into the boy's ass at the same time.
The girlfriend, who's name turned out to be Jessica, couldn't believe how
excited she got watching her boyfriend being fucked in the ass. She once had
surreptitiously watched her brother as he fucked one of his guy friends but
even that hadn't aroused her passion like this. As she watched her lover
squatting up and down on the hard cock, she began to stroke and tease her
clitoris. Her pussy was dripping wet from a combination of the boy's cum and
her own natural sex juices. Her fingers tripped over the swollen little
organ in her pussy and soon, her manipulations brought on a massive orgasm
that left her limp and spent.
All four participants to this orgy of passion collapsed together to rest.
Jonathan was spooning Terry, his arms around his body and his thigh between
his lover's leg. The boy, Adam, was snuggled up close, face-to-face with
Terry while Jessica held Adam from behind. Adam leaned forward and tenderly
kissed Terry on the lips and whispered, "Thank you. That was so wonderful."
"The pleasure was all mine," Terry reassured him.
They all lay together, a jumble of arms and legs, breast and chests, cocks
and balls, and one lone pussy for about a half an hour. They quietly talked
about what had happened, four happy contented young people until it was time
for Adam and Jessica to leave. As the young couple rose to dress, Terry said
to Jonathan, "Think its about time for us to head home too, lover?" Jonathan
responded, " God, yes. I'm exhausted!" Once dressed, they walked out of the
room together, marveling at the tangle of other bodies in passionate embrace
on the floor around them.
Once back into the club, they stopped at the bar for a soft drink and Adam
and Terry exchanged phone numbers. As social ritual dictated, they each
promised they to give the other one a call. They went to the door together
and as they stood outside waiting for Adam's car, they hugged. When Adam's
car finally arrived, Terry and Jonathan got into the Viper and started the
drive back home.
"Terry, you hungry?" Jonathan asked. "I'm starving again!"
"What are you, a bottomless pit?" Terry laughed. "We'll stop somewhere in
the Valley and get something to sate that voracious appetite of yours. At
least the one for food. I think the other appetite was handily taken care
of for you."
"You should talk, Asshole." Jonathan chortled. "You got the fuck of a life
time tonight."
And off they went into the night, hands comfortably resting on each others'
thighs, hearts intertwined.
Terry & Jonathan
A Love Story
Chapter Six
As the boys drove over the hill back to the Valley, they silently
contemplated the events of the evening. Jonathan's thoughts were completely
overwhelmed with the events of this afternoon and evening. Boy, what an
education he had gotten in just a few short hours! He hadn't been a total
virgin before today but had never had sex with another boy before. His
sexual experience consisted of 'hetsex' with a couple of girls, the first
at age 14 with an older girl who had seduced him on a church-sponsored
overnighter.
The teenage church group, complete with the requisite contingent of adult
chaperons, was camping out at a mountain retreat owned by the church. After
everyone was tucked away in their sleeping bags, the girl made her move on
innocent young Jonathan. She wasn't particularly good looking but she
certainly was much more experienced in the ways of sex than he.
The girl crept over to where Jonathan had set up his sleeping gear.
Jonathan had not zipped his bag so it merely served as a blanket, covering
him in the night air. She crawled under the bag and snuggled her body up
against his. They started out by kissing and feeling each other up. Soon
the girl had her hand down the front of Jonathan's shorts, squeezing and
massaging his limp little dick. Her manipulations soon had Jonathan sporting
a boner. She gingerly pulled his shorts and jockeys down to his thighs and
took his cock into her mouth. Poor Jonathan, so excited by the prospect of
losing his cherry, he blew his wad almost the moment she had freed his cock
from his shorts. The touch of her hot, wet mouth on the head of his cock
triggered his orgasm. Thoroughly disappointed by his quick, messy release,
the girl went back to her own sleeping bag, leaving Jonathan with a sticky
gob of teenage cum on his stomach and chest. He rubbed his young juice into
his skin and happily fell asleep. The girl never approached him again.
The next morning Jonathan breakfasted with his friends. He felt exhilarated
by the fact that he had experienced his first non-self-induced orgasm. As he
and his best friend, Charlie, began policing the camp grounds, Charlie said,
"What were you and Charlene doing last night after lights out? I saw her
creep over and get into your sleeping bag and then the covers went up and,
before I knew it, she went back to her own bag."
"Charlie, you won't believe it! She came over and started rubbing my dick
and then put it in her mouth!" Jonathan whispered, blushing crimson.
"No kidding? Geez!" gasped Charlie. "Oh, shit! What did it feel like?"
"It was OK. Better than doing it to myself. Do I smell like cum?"
"You jizzed?" Charlie again gasped. "In her mouth?"
"No, all over myself. I shot my wad the minute I felt her tongue on my
dick. My shooting like that must have pissed her off at me 'cause she got up
and left right then...left me with cum all over myself. I just rubbed
it into my skin and went to sleep. Shit, I really need a shower! I feel
kinda icky! You won't tell anyone will you?"
"Nah, your secret's safe with me, stud," Charlie said with awe in his voice.
Of course, by the end of the trip as is likely to happen with those sort of
things, Jonathan's secret was being discussed by all the teenagers in the
group.
Jonathan's second experience with girls came when he was 16. He started
going steady with Sarah, a girl at his old school. They did the typical
teenaged courtship thing, holding hands, kissing, petting. One day when they
ended up alone at the girl's house after school, their relationship passed
into a new phase. It started out with the usual kissing and groping while
they lie on the sofa. Soon, Jonathan was lying on top of the girl, pressing
his erection up against her crotch. He slowly began undressing her, pulling
up the blouse she was wearing, undoing her bra. He was mesmerized by her
budding breasts and the hard nipples he encountered. He slowly began licking
and sucking on her tits, all the while still pressing his cock, through their
clothes, up against her vagina. Sarah pulled Jonathan's T-shirt up over his
head, exposing his chest. As they kissed, Jonathan sexily rubbed his hard
nipples against hers, causing the girl to writhe in pleasure. As their
passion increased, Jonathan arose from her and stood next to the couch. With
her eyes glued to him, he began to unbutton his Levi's. He pulled his pants
and his shorts down simultaneously and kicked them off. There he stood,
naked before her, his gorgeous seven inch cock angled up toward the ceiling,
dripping copious amounts of precum. She reached up and took his low-hanging,
scrotum into her hand. As she gently felt the pendulous sack, she rolled the
walnut-sized testicles from side to side in their lightly haired sack. With
her other hand, she reached up and began to slide her fingers up and down his
now throbbing, pulsating love pole.
Jonathan reached down and began to pull the rest of Sarah's clothes off.
When she was fully naked, he lay back down on her and she wrapped her legs
around his waist. Jonathan's swollen cock found itself on the lips of her
vagina, not entering her. The involuntary thrusting movement of his hips
caused his dick to rub up and down Sarah's hairy groove. Jonathan's precum
dripped all over her pussy and stomach as he rubbed his cock up and down.
After a moment, Jonathan reached his hand down to her crotch, replacing his
dick with a finger. He rubbed the exterior of her snatch and then slowly
inserted a finger into her cunt. Her fuck hole was slippery and wet and as
he rubbed the little nub he found in her cunt, Sarah writhed in ecstasy.
Taking a cue from some of the pornography he had read, Jonathan moved his
body down the couch until his face was level with Sarah's crotch. Having
never seen a vagina up close and using both hands, he spread open the
vaginal lips before him. 'Jesus, that's the ugliest thing I've ever seen,'
he thought as he stared at the hairy gash. 'And, Christ, what a god-awful
smell. Ugh! She smells like two day old fish! Oh, well, wonder what it tastes
like?' With that thought coursing through his mind, he reached his tongue
out and flicked it over her tiny clitoris. 'Hm, doesn't taste as bad as it
smells,' he said to himself.
Sarah loved what Jonathan was doing with her cunt. She reached up and
pulled his face into her crotch and held it there as Jonathan licked and
sucked at her pussy. The feel of Jonathan's tongue on her clit was bringing
her to an exquisite pitch of passion. Soon, every nerve in her body seemed
on fire and she experienced an electric rush to orgasm. She bucked her hips
into Jonathan's face, squeezing his head between her legs, trapping his
tongue on her clit as she convulsed. Finally, as she began to come down from
her orgasmic high, Jonathan pried her legs apart and extricated himself.
The sight and smell of the girl's gash and the pain of having his head
squeezed so tightly between her legs had caused his erection to flag
somewhat. As he rose up, she grabbed his cock and pulled it to her mouth.
She sucked and licked on the cock until it has fully aroused once more.
Since he was so large and Sarah was so inexperienced, he felt her teeth
scraping uncomfortably on the head of his dick. Jonathan decided for his
second sexual experience, he wasn't going to settle for a blow job so he
pulled his dick out of her mouth and lay back down on Sarah's supine body.
Taking his angry-looking cock into his hand, he aimed it at her pussy and
pressed up against the sloppy opening. With one lunge, he entered her up to
his balls. Sarah gasped in pain at the invasion, feeling her hymen rupture
at the force of Jonathan's invasion. She tried to get Jonathan to pull his
dick out of her but he paid no attention. He was now fully engaged in a
passionate rutting. He forcefully thrust his hips, ramming his big cock in
and out of her cunt. His ass cheeks and anus contracted and expanded with
each thrust. His nuts slammed up against her ass as he fucked. Soon, Sarah
was once again got caught up in the excitement of intercourse, forgetting
completely the pain she had experienced. She reached her hand underneath
Jonathan and grabbed his nuts, squeezing them roughly. Her other hand
reached around and grabbed his ass, pulling him into her. Soon, he felt an
orgasm approaching. As his big nuts pulled up tight in her grasping hand, he
exploded orgasmically within her. He timed each thrust of his cock into her
grasping pussy. Each thrust coincided with the spurting of his teenage
jism. After six or seventh lunges into her cunt, six or seven almost
painfully pleasurable ejaculations of his semen, he collapsed on top of her.
"Oh, Jonathan, oh my Jonathan," Sarah sighed.
"Oh, Sarah, my or my, Sarah!" Jonathan replied, his energy spent.
"Oh, God, Oh my God!" Sarah's mother screamed as she walked into the family
room and saw her beloved daughter, stark naked with an equally naked boy
lying between her legs.
That was the ignominious end of Sarah and Jonathan. Sarah's parents forbid
her to see the boy ever again. And, they never did see each other again
because shortly after their passionate afternoon, Sarah was shipped off to an
all-girl's boarding school.
It was just as well that the traumatic incident happened. As much as he
desperately tried to convince himself that Sarah was the object of his lust,
that truthfully wasn't the case. She was just the convenient receptacle and
deep down Jonathan knew it. As Sarah had sucked on his dick, Jonathan
fantasized that it wasn't her mouth giving him pleasure but that of his best
friend, Charlie. The whole time he was ramming his cock into Sarah, it
wasn't her cunt he was fucking. In his mind, it was his friend Charlie's ass
that he was plowing. Ashamed for deceiving Sarah, Jonathan vowed he would
never touch another girl sexually again. He never could bring himself to
approach Charlie either, such was his denial and self loathing. The next
year, Jonathan's family moved to California so he never saw Charlie again.
"You ever have sex with a girl, Terry?" Jonathan asked.
"Nope, I'm a virgin. Of sorts, I guess," Terry laughed. " I've had all
kinds of girls hit on me but they just never interested me sexually. I
doubt if I could even get it up for a girl. Have you?" Terry asked.
Jonathan responded affirmatively and then went on to briefly describe his
past sexual experiences. Terry was surprised by the fact that Jonathan's
description of the incidents was turning him on. Of course, it was the
thought of Jonathan's gorgeous cock ramming into a pussy rather then the
pussy itself that he found exciting. Terry likened it to the feeling he got
while watching Adam fucking the girl at the club. Adam's cock driving into
the grasping hole, his nuts slapping up against the girls ass was what turned
him on, not the girl writhing in passion beneath the boy that stirred Terry
up.
Descending from the hills, Terry pulled into the parking lot of an all-night
coffee shop. The boys strolled into the diner together and were spotted by
several friends. More than one eye brow arched at the site. Most of the
guys had witnessed the altercation that afternoon in the shower room and were
surprised to see the two boys in each other company. Terry and Jonathan
waved at their friends and selected a table in the corner, one that would
offer greater privacy. After their orders were taken, they got up and
visited with the other guys.
"I'm surprised to see you two together," Sam said as the Terry and Jonathan
approached.
"We kissed and made up," Terry replied. The other's recognized Terry's
sardonic sense of humor but Jonathan visibly blanched at the remark.
"Actually, after class we sat down and discussed what happened today and
decided it was silly. There really wasn't anything to fight about and, since
we're teammates, maybe we should try to be friends," Terry remarked.
"Hey, that's great, you guys. Wouldn't be much of a team if we're fighting
amongst ourselves, would it?" Sam said with a warm, understanding smile.
"See you guys at school on Monday," Jonathan said, relieved that they were
headed back to the privacy of their own table.
Soon the food they had ordered was served and they ate in silence.
Jonathan's insides were in turmoil. 'Jesus, I wonder if they figured out
just how friendly Terry and I have become,' he thought. The thought that the
guys on the team might find out about his sexual orientation was very
upsetting to him. Terry sensed what was on Jonathan's mind but decided now
was not the time to talk about it. He didn't want to see Jonathan crack up
emotionally in front of all their friends. He realized that just because he
found it easy to come out of the closet didn't mean it would be easy for
Jonathan. Jonathan would come to that decision in his own way and time. But
to let Jonathan know he understood the turmoil the boy was in, Terry softly
kicked him under the table. That act brought a smile to Jonathan's lovely
boyish face. When they got back in the car for the short drive home,
Jonathan looked lovingly at Terry and whispered, "I really am in love with
you, Terry." Terry silently smiled at Jonathan, a smile filled with joy and
happiness.
The activities of the day and night had exhausted both boys. In preparation
for bed, they stripped down and once again showered together. Although boy
both got erections as they bathed each other, they didn't act on the
erections. They were both tired and sleep was the commodity that they craved
most. After drying off, they fell into bed. They wrapped themselves in each
other's arms and kissed innocently. Just holding each other, they drifted
into a blissful sleep, as content and secure as either boy had ever been in
his life.
The sun streamed in the French doors, awakening Terry. During the night
they had shifted positions and Terry woke to find himself lying on his left
side, his body pressed up against Jonathan's backside. Terry's arm was
wrapped around his lover and Jonathan, still deep in sleep, held his hand
tightly. Terry affectionately nuzzled Jonathan's neck, then tenderly kissed
the nape of the boy he loved so wholeheartedly. Enveloped in the golden
mist of young love, he felt his heart would burst with the love he felt.
'I'm the luckiest guy in the whole world,' he thought. 'Here I am with the
love of my life cuddling in my arms and two whole days left before we have to
go back to real life. God, how absolutely wonderful I feel! It doesn't get
any better than this' he mused, chuckling to himself as he recalled the
television commercial from which that line came. 'Shit, I've been watching
too much TV.'
As they lay in each other's arms, Terry caught a whiff of his own breath as
it reflected back from Jonathan's neck. 'Ugh! Morning breath!' he thought.
'I'd better get up and take care of that before Jonathan wakes up.' Terry
slowly extricated himself from Jonathan's grip and quietly went to the
bathroom. After taking a much needed piss, Terry brushed his teeth and
rinsed his mouth with mouthwash. He jumped into the shower for a quick wash
and shave. He wanted to be presentable to his love. After drying off, he
quietly dressed in white shorts and a powder blue tank top. Leaving Jonathan
to his peaceful slumber, he went into the kitchen where he poured himself a
glass of orange juice and started a pot of coffee. While the coffee brewed,
he retrieved the Saturday newspaper from the front door, then took the juice,
the coffee and the paper out onto the patio. In the bright spring sunlight,
he read the newspaper, starting from page one.
For some unknown reason, Terry loved reading the newspaper. Even at the
tender age of 17, he read the paper from beginning to end each day. As he
read, he heard Jonathan stirring about in the house. Before long, Jonathan
appeared on the patio with a glass of juice in his hand. He went over to
Terry and kissed him gently on the forehead and sat down opposite him. "Can
I have the sports section?" he asked. As Terry handed him the section, Terry
queried, "What do you want to do today, sweetie? Your wish is my command."
"I don't know. What do you want to do?" Jonathan said.
"We could drive up the coast and have breakfast in Solvang! I know a good
little restaurant there," Terry proposed. "Or, we could stay here and fuck
all day!"
"What's Solvang?" Jonathan asked.
"It's a Danish community up the coast. They have all kinds of restaurants
and shops and things."
"OK, let's go to Solvang. It's not that I don't love you but I came four
times yesterday and my butthole is still a little sore from the fucking you
gave me yesterday!"
"Sounds good to me!" Terry responded jovially.
As Terry finished reading the paper, Jonathan went into the bathroom to
perform his morning ablutions. When he reappeared, he was too was dressed in
white shorts and T-shirt, white tennis shoes with no socks. He looked for
all the world like a tennis player. As Terry went about putting on his
tennis shoes and gathering up his wallet and other necessities, Jonathan
asked about something that he had wondered about all night.
"If it's not too personal, Terry, how much did last night cost you?"
"Too personal? You've had your dick in my mouth and up my ass and you think
as simple question is too personal?" Terry laughed. "Nothing, Jonathan, is
too personal for you to ask me, understand?
Somewhat chagrined, Jonathan said, "Sorry, Terry."
"Nothing to be sorry about. And, in answer to your question, let's
see...three hundred for dinner, a hundred for Marino, twenty for the valet
attendant, and twenty at the club...oh, two hundred to that kid on Santa
Monica, and yeah, another twenty at the coffee shop. That's what, $660?
God, you're an expensive fuck!"
"Is that what I am to you, just an expensive fuck?" Jonathan said, with hurt
in his eyes.
Terry took the boy into his arms and said, "No, Love. You're not just a
fuck! You're the best thing that has ever happened to me. I know it's crazy
but in these past wacky 24 hours I have fallen hopelessly in love with you.
And, I'll just die if you don't feel the same."
"Oh, Lord knows, I do! How the fuck did this happen?" Jonathan said in
amazement.
"Who cares how it happened. The important thing is that it did. Now shag
your beautiful, fuckable ass out to the car. I'm getting hungry and it's
an hour and a half drive. I figure we ought to be there about 9:30."
Out the door the boys scampered. They went to the garage but instead of
firing up the Viper, Terry started the engine of the black Mercedes 500 SL
convertible parked there. Jonathan noticed that there were several other
very expensive cars in the large garage.
"You wanna drive, Jonathan?" Terry asked. Without waiting for an answer he
moved over the console to the passenger seat.
"Geez, this is a really neat car too!" Jonathan said as he slipped behind
the wheel.
"It was my dad's. He had just bought it...just before the accident. The
beige Roller Coupe over there?...that was my mom's. The Land Rover, too.
They loved cars. I've kept all of them just because I couldn't bring myself
to sell them," Terry said, a note of sadness creeping into his voice.
Excited with the opportunity to drive the expensive sports car, Jonathan
pulled out of the gated drive and headed for the freeway. Soon they were
speeding west toward Ventura, then northward to Santa Barbara and their
destination beyond. The scenery was magnificent...green rolling hills dotted
with oak trees and an occasional head of cattle. Traffic was surprisingly
light so they made very good time. In a little less than 90 minutes, they
turned off Highway 101 to the Solvang off ramp. They drove down a highway
lined with gigantic fir trees. Signs denoting horse ranches slipped pass
them as they drove into the tiny Danish community of Solvang. Terry directed
Jonathan to park in a public parking lot next to his favorite restaurant, the
Little Mermaid. As they got out of the car, Terry took Jonathan's arm and
directed him toward the small public men's room located at the front of the
lot.
"I don't need to piss, Terry," Jonathan said as he realized where they were
headed.
"You have to see this," Terry replied. "You'll love it."
As the boys entered the small building, they encountered one toilet stall
and a piss trough. Terry grabbed Jonathan's arm and directed him into the
empty stall. Terry followed him in and latched the door shut. They had
hardly entered the stall when they heard someone approaching the rest room.
Terry put his finger to his lips signifying silence and then pointed to a
small hole that had been drilled into the wall of the stall. Jonathan sat
down on the toilet and peeped through the hole. Terry could see a smile
brighten Jonathan's face. The cause of the smile was the sight of the dick
of a young man who was pissing into the trough. Terry reached down to
Jonathan's crotch and gave it a squeeze. He could feel that Jonathan was
already hard. Terry slowly unzipped Jonathan's shorts and pulled out the
boy's cock and then bent over and took the pulsating cock into him mouth.
Without taking his eyes off the young man pissing, Jonathan lifted his ass
off the toilet so Terry could pull his shorts and boxers down to his ankles.
The stream of yellow piss coming from the young man's flaccid cock began to
subside. Jonathan watched as the guy took his cock between his thumb and
forefinger and slowly squeeze the remaining drops of urine from his cock,
then shake the meaty protrusion several times and then flip it back into his
pants. Both boys heard water running as the young man washed his hands and
then departed.
"Shit, Terry, this is wild," Jonathan whispered.
"Yeah, isn't it? I love to watch these guys piss. Lots of honeymooners
come here and I imagine that the dicks have just come out of some
pussy...really turns me on."
"I can tell," Jonathan again whispered, pointing at the bulge in Terry's
shorts.
Terry then did something that surprised Jonathan. He unzipped his own
shorts and stripped them and his underwear off. He then removed his tank top
and hung everything on the hook inside the door. There he stood, completely
naked with a raging boner. Jonathan reached for the big dick but Terry
stopped him. Terry turned around and bent over at the waist and pried his
ass cheeks open to reveal his pulsating anus. Jonathan got the message and
leaned forward, bringing his tongue into contact with the pulsating asshole
that stared at him. He licked it several times, moistening the hole with his
spittle. After a few moments of this, Terry turned once again towards
Jonathan and straddled Jonathan and the toilet. He eased himself down until
Jonathan's hard cock was aimed directly at his asshole. Terry sat down
abruptly, impaling himself on Jonathan's cock. While Terry was taking the
hard dick up his ass, another young man entered the restroom. Jonathan
immediately pressed his eye up against the hole in the wall to get a good
look at the cock that would soon be hosing down the trough. While Jonathan
enjoyed the view, Terry began to move slightly up and down, using his tight
sphincter muscles to milk Jonathan's cock. It was all Jonathan could do to
keep from moaning in lust and giving away their activities.
As Jonathan watched, the young man pulled the shorts he was wearing down,
exposing both his ample cock and large nuts. With a hand that sported a
shiny, brand new wedding ring, he tugged on his dick for a minute and soon a
heavy stream of yellow liquid flowed from the head of his dick into the
trough. While pissing, he took his nuts into his other hand and gently
massaged them. When the stream of urine stopped, the young man didn't pull
up his shorts. Rather, he began to stroking his dick into a hard on. Soon,
he was hard as steel and a drop of precum formed at the tip of his cock. He
turned his body around so that the hard dick was aimed directly at the small
peephole in the wall, continuing to stroke it. He then moved out of
Jonathan's line of sight.
As Terry continued to manipulate Jonathan's cock with his ass, they heard
the young man say, "Open the door, OK?" Jonathan glanced up to see the young
man peeking through the crack between the door and the door jamb. Terry rose
up letting Jonathan's cock escape from his ass and turned around only to sit
on the hard member once again. Terry also reached up and unlatched the door
to allow their new friend to enter, hard dick in hand.
The young man was in his early twenties and very good looking. His cock was
large, around 8" long, thick and cut. As he moved forward, he closed the
door behind him. Terry, pleased at the handsome young man before him, took
this man's left hand into his. He brought it up to his mouth and began to
suck the man's ring finger into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the
bright gold ring he found. The young man smiled lewdly and pulled his finger
out of Terry's mouth, replacing it with his cock. Terry then proceeded to
suck him off and while his hot ass fucked Jonathan's cock at the same time.
The young man came first, spurting gush after gush of warm sticky cum into
Terry's mouth. When he came down from his orgasm, he bent over at the waist
and took Terry's hard cock into his mouth, providing Terry with an expert
blow job. Terry soon exploded in orgasm which brought Jonathan off too. All
three young men remained immobile for a few minutes gaining their composure.
Finally, Terry said, " Wanna join us for breakfast?"
"I'd love to," the young man replied. "You guys are really hot!"
The three handsome young men left the restroom together and meandered over
to the restaurant. They picked a table in the corner, removed from the other
patrons. While waiting to be served, they discovered the young man's name
was Tim and that he was on his honeymoon. He had left his bride asleep in
their honeymoon suite and had gone out for breakfast since he was tired of
being holed up in the inn at which they were staying. He said she had been
fucking him senseless, day and night, for the last three days and he needed a
break. Soon, they were voraciously consuming their meal. After finishing
his breakfast, Jonathan excused himself and went to the restroom. Tim
shortly followed and both were gone for about twenty minutes. Jonathan
returned alone, handed Terry the money he had gotten from Tim and said that
Tim had gone back to his motel.
"What took you so long?" Terry asked.
"I fucked him in the john," Jonathan whispered with a sly grin.
"In the john? I thought his ass would have been more appropriate," Terry
responded with a grin.
"You know what I mean," Jonathan shot back. "I couldn't believe it. He
even carries rubbers around with him. I'll say one thing, though. As loose
as his asshole was, this wasn't his first ass fuck."
"That wasn't the first time he sucked cock, either," Terry said. "Well,
let's pay the bill and look around the town a bit, OK?"
Terry paid the check and the two boys wandered around visiting the various
shops they encountered. Each made some minor purchases and were headed back
to the parking lot when they spied Tim and his bride walking hand in hand.
As the two groups of young people passed each other, Tim winked broadly at
the two boys. His young bride seemed no wiser to what had transpired between
the three youths, the look on her face displaying her enchantment with her
new husband. When an appropriate distance separated the two couples, neither
Terry nor Jonathan could contain themselves. They broke into hysterical
giggles.
Terry and Jonathan
A Love Story
Chapter 7
Terry and Jonathan spent the remainder of the blissful day exploring Solvang
and the coastal area between there and home. As Jonathan had not seen much
of Southern California since moving there, it was a real treat for him to see
such spectacular scenery. The boys drove the opposite direction from the one
they used entering Solvang. Soon, they were passing a beautiful lake, Lake
Cachuma, which glistened in the sun. The blue, blue waters contrasted with
the surrounding countryside. The lake, which had suffered terribly from the
recent drought, was now filled to capacity. A pier jutting from the shore
line disappeared into the water.
"That's weird, Terry," Jonathan opined. "Look how that pier just disappears
into the water."
"That's because, during the drought as the water receded, they kept
extending the pier. Now that the water level is up again, the end of the
pier got submerged."
"That's amazing. This whole area is really beautiful. It's so different
from what I'm used to. We didn't have anything like this back east where I
grew up." Jonathan said.
"This is one of the prettiest spots in the state. It's called the Santa
Inez Valley. The Reagans have a ranch not far from here and so does Michael
Jackson. My folks thought about buying a ranch but it never happened. After
they were killed, I thought about it, too. You know, a place to go to get
away from it all but it just seemed too remote. It's much more fun to spend
time in the city."
"Yeah, but out here, no one would ever bother you. You could do whatever
you want.," Jonathan sighed wistfully.
"Hey, buddy. You can do anything you want, even in the city. It's just a
matter of attitude. Sure, there are gonna be people who hate you just
because of who you are...but fuck them! Who needs them?"
"Yeah, Terry, but it really hurts when you hear those kind of things. You
know, all the time I was lying to myself about who and what I was, I'd still
cringe when I'd see and hear the things that some people say. It made me
feel so dirty and perverted. I wanted to change so bad but I just couldn't.
I wanted to like girls! I didn't want to be a queer. So, I tried to make
myself feel better by bashing gays too. God, how could I have been so
fucking insensitive...so fucking stupid?"
"Like that asshole, the Reverand 'Fucking' Shelton or whatever his name is?
He's made a career out of gay bashing. That's how he earns his living.
It's his job. He keeps saying outrageous things about gays and the other
bigoted assholes out there keep sending him money. He's got a good thing
going for himself. Probably is pretty wealthy by now.
"Think so?" Jonathan said.
"You can bet your sweet ass on it. You know, I've often wondered about
people like Shelton. I think deep down inside, he's scared shitless that
he's a homo and the way he avoids dealing with it is to put people like us
down. Can you imagine what the inside of his mind must be like? All that
hatred and intolerance crashing around in there all the time? Damn, how can
anyone live in such a negative atmosphere? Oh, well, when he dies and goes
to meet his maker, he's gonna have to live with it. Can't you just see it?
Shelton meets God at the Pearly Gates and hears:
'Well, Mr. Shelton, you've spent your life pretending to be my disciple.
What do you have to say for yourself?'
'You're a WOMAN!"'
'Yes, I am and your worst nightmare come true! I'm a lesbian. Looks like
you made the wrong choice, doesn't it? Well, I'm a forgiving God. I'm not
going to punish you terribly hard. After all, I was the one who gave you
such a limited intelligence in the first place. But, I have to admit, I
expected you to make more of your impaired abilities. I can't let you get
away Scott- free now, can I? Let's see. What should your punishment be?'
'Oh, please. I'm so sorry. I see the error of my ways.'
'Not good enough, Lew, Baby! Besides, I hate groveling! Hum, let's see. I
know! I'm gonna send you back to that insignificant speck you call Earth and
the experiment will continue. You're going back as everything you despised
when you were there. I'm gonna send you back as an illiterate,
poverty-ridden, no talent male prostitute, peddling your worthless ass on the
streets of the city, just begging people to fuck your ass for a couple of
dollars.'
'NO, PLEASE!'
'Oh, yes, Lew, Baby. For a couple of years, while your still young, you'll
find a few people who want to fuck you. Then, as you get older, you won't be
so desirable. You'll spend the rest of your miserable existence as a
disease-ridden derelict, living in hovels, hungry all the time. And, at
night, in your dreams, you'll remember how despicably you lived your previous
life. Oh, that sounds entertaining to me, don't you think?'
POOF!
"You're truly sick, Terry!" Jonathan laughed.
"Yeah, but wouldn't it be nice if assholes like him got exactly what they
deserved? Wouldn't it be wonderful if other people treated them the way the
treat others? That reminds me. When I get home, I've got to send some money
to the groups that are fighting those right-wing bastards!"
"Boy, how did we get on such a depressing topic? Let's not think about it
anymore. Let's just concentrate on the beautiful scenery and how much I love
you," Jonathan said finally.
"You got it. Proper attitude, that's what counts! You ready to head on
home?"
"I guess so. I do have some homework to do although I really don't relish
the thought of doing homework on a Saturday."
"Talk about a depressing subject! Anyway, we've still go tomorrow to do it.
Let's just go home and 'veg' for the rest of the day."
"Sounds like a winner to me!"
The boys leisurely drove back to Highway 101 and then headed south towards
Los Angeles. The time was spent silently, each boy lost deep in his own
thoughts. Jonathan, still awed by the dramatic change in his life, pondered
what the future held. As much as he loved Terry, was he really willing to be
openly labeled a queer, a faggot? Could he face his family and his friends
at school if they knew the truth? Was he strong enough to deal with this
new reality? Or, on Sunday night, would he retreat into the 'hetero' facade
he had effected for most of his young life. His mind whirled with the
contradictions...the unmitigated joy of loving and being loved by Terry and
his terror at others finding out.
Terry was lost in his own reverie. He had finally found someone to love
wholeheartedly, someone with whom to share his life, someone to love him.
Would it last or was this just a passing affair that would wither and die
under the pressures of life? He looked over at the red- haired boy sitting
in the passenger seat and once again, his heart skipped a beat, the love and
yearning for the boy filling him with an almost painful ache. 'Please God,
let this last,' he silently prayed and reached over and took Jonathan's hand
in his. His lover smiled at him but Terry saw the tears that brimmed in
Jonathan's eyes. 'Are those tears of joy or pain?' Terry wondered, afraid to
ask for fear of hearing the answer he desperately did not want to hear.
The remainder of the drive was uneventful. Terry cranked up the volume on
the radio so as to make it impossible for the young men to communicate. The
loudness of the music conveniently prevented them from talking about the
issues swirling through their minds. The boys lost themselves in the warmth
of the sun, the wind flowing around them and the tempos, the rhythms of the
music blaring from the radio.
They reached Terry's house 90 minutes later, about 2:00 in the afternoon.
Los Angeles was hot and unexplainably humid. Although both guys were tired,
they were not ready for a nap. Terry moved to the stereo receiver. He
loaded the CD player with several discs and soon the sound of the Modern Jazz
Quartet could be heard, music diametrically opposed to what they had listened
to on the car radio. Winking, Terry began to slowly and seductively undress
under the intent gaze of his young paramour. He dropped his clothes
carelessly on the floor as his continued with the sexy striptease. Jonathan
watched, enchanted, then began to furiously tear his own clothes off. When
Terry had completed disrobing, he reached over, gave Jonathan, who was trying
for all his might to pull his shorts off over his shoes, a shove and yelled,
"The last one in the pool gets his ass royally fucked!"
Terry, since he had a head start, naturally reached the pool first. He dove
in and swam langorously. Jonathan, his sense of competition aroused, dove in
a split second later. As he was entering the water, Jonathan realized that
he hadn't removed his sneakers. He came up next to Terry, sputtering, and
muttered, "You cheated! You didn't give me a fair chance!" With that, he
dunked Terry's head under the water with a mighty downward shove. The boys
wrestled spiritedly for a while, splashing water all over the pool deck.
Finally, exhausted from their effort, they climbed out onto the deck. Terry
lay back and watched Jonathan remove his soggy sneakers. At last, Jonathan
was as completely bare as Terry.
Both boys lay there in the hot sun. Jonathan turned onto his side, propped
himself up one elbow and took in the sight of the beautiful brown-haired boy
beside him. 'God, he is so beautiful,' Jonathan said to himself as he
reached over and traced his finger over the erect nipple he encountered on
Terry's chest. Terry sighed in contentment as little electrical sparks went
from his sensitive nipple directly to his cock. The meaty penis hanging
between his thighs began to lengthen and thicken as blood surged into it. As
Jonathan continued his caressing, Terry's cock attained it's full tumescence.
Soon, it flopped backward onto his lower belly, as though reaching for his
navel. Jonathan's hand moved down and took the glorious tool into his hand
and gently stroked, causing Terry to groan more than sigh this time.
"You won, Terry. You gonna carry through with your threat? You gonna fuck
my ass?
"Do you want me to?"
"There's nothing more I want right now. Let's go inside and get more
comfortable, OK?"
As he rose, Jonathan playfully jerked on Terry's dick, as though he were
going to use the boy's cock to pull him to his feet. Terry howled in protest
but nevertheless, got up and followed. As they entered Terry's bedroom, the
boys heard the answering machine beep, indicating there was at least one
message waiting. At first, Terry was inclined to ignore the incessant noise
but it was so distracting that he reached over and pushed the 'play' button.
The machine dutifully intoned, " You have two messages."
The first message was from Terry's lawyers' offices, telling him that the
research he requested was complete and available for his inspection. The
second message was much more interesting to both boys.
"Ah, Terry. This is Adam. Remember me? We met in the back room of the
dance club Friday night. I was wondering, er, if you'd like to, ah, get
together some time. Shit, this is hard. I've never done anything like
this. Oh, well, if you're interested, give me a call, OK, Dude. You have
the number. Bye!"
Jonathan and Terry stared at each other silently for a minute. Jonathan
felt a stab of jealousy as he considered the possibility that Terry may want
to have another hot session with the handsome, young, supposedly straight guy
they had met the previous evening. Trying to shake off these disturbing
thoughts, Jonathan changed the subject to the first phone message.
"What was that first message all about?"
"Oh, that was my lawyers' office. I asked them to do some research about a
company for me and they did it, I guess. I'll have to go by there on Monday
after school and see what they came up with. It's nothing important. Hey,
what about Adam? Think we ought to call him back?"
"Geez, I don't know, Ter. I found myself getting a little jealous when I
listened to the message Would you really want to fuck him again?"
"Sure, man, he's really cute. And, nothing would give me greater pleasure
than watching you fuck his ass, Jonnie Boy."
"I don't think I was invited," Jonathan pouted.
"Hey, man, we're a team. Just like this morning with the guy in Solvang.
If you're not invited, then I'm not going either. Got that?" Terry said,
trying to assuage Jonathan's hurt feelings. "But, right now, I've got more
important things to do."
The phone messages and the discussion had taken their toll on the boys'
dicks. Terry pushed Jonathan back down on the bed and insinuated himself
between Jonathan's legs. He lovingly began licking the red-haired-sprinkled
nuts he found there, wetting them down with his saliva. Using his fingers,
he combed the lovely boy's carmine pubic hair, fluffing it up so that it
formed a beautiful backdrop for Jonathan's rapidly engorging cock. Pulling
Jonathan's legs up, he expertly worked his tongue behind Jonathan's succulent
nuts and jabbed at the pink pucker nestled in the crack between Jonathan's
milk white asscheeks. Jonathan groaned in passion and delight.
Terry turned Jonathan over onto his stomach. His tongue began to bath the
hard cheeks of Jonathan's ass. Using his hands, Terry pried those hard
globes apart and exposed Jonathan's fuckhole once again. He gently rubbed
his finger over the quivering anus, spreading the saliva over the striations
that melted into the lovely hole. As he moved his tongue closer to the
object of his desire he said, "God, Jonathan. I just love burying my tongue
up your ass!"
Jonathan clenched his ass cheeks at the touch of the hot tongue on his
asshole. Terry's tongue, trapped in the constricting ass crack, began to
wiggle into the hot hole. Terry reached his hand up under Jonathan's body
and took the boy's plump nuts into his grasp, gently squeezing. The feeling
of a hot tongue up his asshole and strong fingers squeezing his testicles
brought a moan of lust from Jonathan's lips.
"Oh, Terry. Fuck me, please. Fuck me!" Jonathan exhorted!
"Oh, yeah, man, I'm gonna fuck your lights out!" Terry gasped after having
pulled his mouth away from Jonathan's ass.
Terry rose up and mounted Jonathan's backside. He aimed his throbbing cock
at the wet hole resting between the beautiful, hairless melon shaped
asscheeks. With a sudden lunge, he violently entered Jonathan, all the way
to the pubes, causing the boy beneath him to tense in pain. Once securely
entrenched in Jonathan's ass, Terry moved his legs so that he now was sitting
upright on Jonathan, straddling his lover's thighs and ass. He forced the
boy's thighs tightly together with his own legs, creating a snug envelope
for his youthful fuckmeat. Bracing himself by extending and stiffening his
arms up against Jonathan's shoulders, Terry began a slow rocking motion.
This caused his cock to enter and almost exit Jonathan's constricted love
shute. Oh, the sensations he felt....the tingling sensation on the head of
his dick as it moved in the tight confines of Jonathan's ass, the silky
caress of his balls sliding up and down Jonathan's soft upper thighs and ass
cheeks.
Terry was rapidly becoming disoriented. He was so engrossed in the wildly
erotic sensations coursing through his body that he hardly heard the lusty
grunts emanating from his lover with each vicious thrust of his cock into
Jonathan's steamy boycunt. With each forward thrust, Terry's steel-hard cock
was hammering into Jonathan's love button. Wave after wave of sensuous
thrills was building up in each boy's body, like raging river water building
up behind a dam. Soon, the water would reach the acme and come rushing over
the wall of the dam. Soon, the compounding erotic sensations would build
until neither boy could stand anymore. Soon, the crest of lusty sensations
would be reached and release would come.
In a fevered lust, Terry once again shifted his position. This time he
positioned his body fully prone on top of Jonathan so that he could really
piston his cock into Jonathan. He wrapped his arms around his lover's upper
torso, holding tightly to Jonathan's now sweaty body and viciously slammed
his dick up the boy's ass. Absently mindedly, he kissed and licked at the
Jonathan's neck and shoulder while continuing his penile assault on the boy's
tight ass. So aroused was he that it felt like every particle of his being
was involved in the passionate fuck. Time and time again, he shoved his
cock in and out of the hot hole beneath him, causing incredible pin pricks of
pleasure and pain to flood his body. Abruptly, he felt Jonathan's sphincter
muscle clamp down, tightening its grip and painfully squeezing his dick.
Even in his lustful fog, Terry realized that Jonathan was shooting the load
of his life. The awesome tightening of Jonathan's anus brought Terry to a
blazing climax. He gasped and moaned uncontrollably. He felt as though his
genitals were bursting as spurt after spurt of his love seed erupted into his
lover's ass.
With each incredible spasm of orgasm, Terry drove his cock up Jonathan's
love canal...once, twice, three times...then, Terry collapsed in exhaustion,
moaning, "I love you, Jonathan, I love you. Never leave me. Stay with me
forever, " as his cock continued to emit even more semen into Jonathan's
body.
As the cloud of passion that had envelope him cleared, Terry looked down at
the lovely boy beneath him. He spied teeth marks on Jonathan's shoulder! In
his passion, he had actually bitten the boy!
"Oh, shit, Jonathan! I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you!" Terry
abjectly apologized as he gently fingered the teeth marks..
"S'OK, Ter. I'm not bleeding, am I?" Jonathan queried.
"No, but Christ, but you should see the teeth marks I left on your shoulder.
I didn't even know I was doing it! I am soooo sorry!"
"Boy, you weren't kidding, were you? You said you were gonna fuck my lights
out and I think you did. I'll be lucky if I ever walk normal again! My
asshole gonna be sore for weeks!"
"God, I hope not! I wanna do it again," Terry giggled, as he slowly pulled
his now flacid penis out of the warm confines of Jonathan's ass.
"Not for a while, you're not. Shit, Terry, I shot a gallon of cum all over
your bed! What a fuck!"
"Roll over, Babe. Let me see," Terry said.
Jonathan did as he was told. As he turned over onto his back, Terry saw
that the boy's cock was slippery with milky white love juice. He quickly
took Jonathan's cock into his mouth and sucked off the gooey mess. He
continued to lick the cum from Jonathan's nuts and thighs until no trace was
left on the boy's body. Then, Terry licked up the residue of cum he found on
the sheet.
"You are so tasty, young man! Sure you don't have some more left for me?"
Terry joked.
"You'll have to wait while I build up a new supply, Asshole! Do you realize
just how many times I've shot my wad these past two days? Christ, I'm
surprised my prostate hasn't imploded!"
The two beautiful young men then embraced, thigh to thigh, spent cock to
spent cock, nipple to nipple. They exchanged a gentle kiss, reveling in the
after glow of their lovemaking. Soon, with their beautiful faces nestled in
the crooks of each others shoulders, the boys were asleep, completely content
and secure in each other's arms. They'd worry about the future in the
future.
Terry and Jonathan
A Love Story
Chapter 8
Jonathan couldn't quite make out where he was. The place was dark, dank and
misty. All of a sudden, a gigantic purplish cock loomed out of the mist,
coming toward him. It was dripping copious amounts of a neon green cum from
its slit. As he put his hand in front of his face to shield himself from the
onslaught, the cock abruptly disappeared . . . only to be replaced by
several smaller ones . . . similar in color . . . oddly suspended in mid air
. . . then he heard the voices . . . "Faggot!" "Cocksucker!" "Queer!"
Someone was screaming epithets at him! "Asshole-licker!" "Pervert!" What
was happening? Who were they? The voices sounded familiar . . . Wait,
that's Charlie! Charlie's face became Sam's which twisted into Adams . . .
"You wanna suck my cock, Jonathan?" the face sneered . . . baseball bats
appeared . . . the bats landed painful blows on his body . . . one aimed at
his nuts . . . one aimed at his head. He screamed in pain as the blows
landed . . .
Jonathan woke up screaming in terror! His body was drenched in sweat, his
breath coming in gulps. Terry, jolted out of sleep by the frightening
scream, bolted upright. He too was covered with Jonathan's sweat. The room
was now dark and both boys were disoriented by sleep. Jonathan began to
cry, gut-wrenching sobs that seemed to come from the depths of his being.
Terry's mind finally cleared enough that he realized that Jonathan was
having or had a terrifying nightmare. He reached for the boy he loved to
comfort him but Jonathan still was in a panic. His arms and legs flailed in
desperation. He was still protecting himself from the painful blows.
Unintentionally, he struck Terry full in the face.
"Jonathan!" Terry yelled. "Wake up, Babe. It's OK. I'm here! I won't let
anything hurt you!"
Finally realizing that it was only a nightmare, Jonathan calmed but could
not stop sobbing. The searing emotional pain emanating from deep inside him
was not abated by being awake. He continued to sob uncontrollably while
desperately reaching for Terry's comforting arms.
"It's OK, honey. It was only a nightmare, Jonathan," Terry said soothingly
as the sobs continued to wrack Jonathan's body.
"Oh, Terry. It was so horrible. Huge cocks . . . screaming names at me . .
. people I couldn't see hitting me with baseball bats," Jonathan shuddered
"You're safe, Baby. I'll never let anyone or anything ever hurt you,
Sweetheart," Terry vowed as he held the trembling boy in his arms. "You'll
always be safe with me."
Terry started to get up but Jonathan clung even more tightly.
"Don't leave me, Terry. Please, don't leave me!" an obviously
still-frightened Jonathan cried.
"It's OK, Jonathan. I'll be right back. I promise." Terry said as he
disengaged himself from Jonathan's grip.
Terry ran into the den. He quickly poured a snifter of Napoleon cognac and
raced back into the bedroom with the bottle in hand.
"Here, Jonathan. Drink this. It will make you feel better," Terry said as
he proffered the glass to the shivering boy.
Jonathan warily accepted the drink, cautiously taking a sip. The liquid
burned as it slid down his throat. Jonathan began coughing and gagging on
the liquor.
"Drink some more, Jonathan!" Terry ordered. "The worst is over. It'll
taste better now and it'll make you feel a lot better."
Again, Jonathan did as he was told. He took a few more sips of the fiery
liquid. Terry was right. The second taste was less offensive but it was
still a taste he did not enjoy.
"Eeuu yuk!" Jonathan shuddered. "This stuff tastes like hell. What is it?"
"It's a two hundred-dollar bottle of Napoleon cognac, silly! Some people I
know would give their left testicle to be able to drink this stuff."
"Well, I'll keep mine!" Jonathan said indignantly but his indignation didn't
last long as the superb brandy began warming his stomach. As he relaxed, he
slowly slipped back down on the bed. As he moved, he grimaced.
"What's the matter, Honey? You OK?" Terry said with concern.
"Yeah, it's just that my asshole really hurts!" Jonathan said, trying to
grin but more of a combination of a grin and another grimace flashed across
his face. "Something must have really beat the living shit out of it."
"Jesus, Jonathan, I am really sorry. I guess I just got carried away. I
love you so much and you turn me on so much. Please forgive me. I'll never
do that again."
"If you don't, I'll never speak to you again, Asshole!" Jonathan replied
with a beatific smile on his angelic face.
The cognac was beginning to have its effect on the boy. In the first place,
he wasn't a drinker and in the second place, he and Terry had not had
anything to eat since breakfast. Cognac on an empty stomach can make you
feel a little lightheaded. Jonathan was beginning to feel rather mellow now
that the nightmare was behind him and he was beginning to enjoy the buzz.
"Can I have a little more cognac?" he asked.
"Only a tad, you little drunk!" Terry said as he poured a dram or so more
into the snifter.
"Terry, I'm starving. We gonna eat or what?" Jonathan said with a slight
slur.
"You've already had the 'or what' so I guess we should eat. You wanna
clean up and go out or should we cook something here and stay in tonight?"
Terry asked.
"Can you cook, too?" Jonathan asked, incredulously.
"Yes, I can cook! And, pretty damn well, too!" Terry retorted, a little
miffed.
"Well, be sure to wash your hands first, Terry. You remember where they
were earlier!"
"I'll call you when dinner's ready!" Terry laughed.
'What to cook?' Terry thought as he went into the kitchen to see what
Jennifer had left behind before she and Jay, his housekeeping couple, had
taken off for the weekend. The refrigerator was somewhat bare but there were
a couple of New York strip steaks there and the ingredients for a decent
salad. Terry decided that steaks, some pasta and a salad do just fine.
Since he still had not put clothes on, he grabbed an apron, slipped the top
loop on over his head and tied the strings around his waist. 'No sense
taking a chance of having hot food splash on me,' he thought. The thought of
hot oil splashing on his dick made him shudder.
Terry prepared the steaks for broiling by rubbing fresh garlic on both
sides. He then brushed some olive oil on the meat and then sprinkled on
black pepper and parsley. That done, it was now it was time to prepare the
pasta. He filled a large pot with water and set it on the burner to bring it
to a boil. He then minced several full cloves of garlic, placing the chopped
herb in a small sauce pan. To the garlic, he added a teaspoon of red pepper
flakes, a tin of anchovy fillets, salt, black pepper and a half cup of olive
oil. This concoction, known in Southern Italy as aglia e olio, was set on
the stove over a medium flame to allow the garlic to brown and the flavors to
meld.
"How do you like your steak cooked?" Terry yelled to Jonathan, who he
thought had remained in the bedroom.
Terry was startled when Jonathan quietly slipped up behind him, fondled his
bare asscheeks and said, "Medium Rare. Geez, what a cute little ass you
have. It looks so delectable hanging out of your apron like that."
"Keepa you hands offa da cook, Giovanni!" Terry retorted in a phony Italian
accent.
"Boy, Terry, you're gonna make someone a great wife! Especially since you
take it up the ass so well!" Jonathan chuckled as he reached around Terry's
body, under the apron and grabbed the boy's cock and nuts in his hand. "If
my asshole didn't hurt so much, I think I'd prefer this big piece of meat for
dinner."
"All right, now. Cut it out. Can't you see a man is working here? You can
help too. Get the romaine lettuce and the tomatoes out of the 'fridge and
rinse them off. There's also some dressing in a cruet in there. Bring it
all out. Oh, and I think there's some Gorgonzola cheese in there also. Grab
it, too. And the Parmesan cheese for the pasta!"
"What the fuck is Gorgonzola?"
"It's Italian Roquefort cheese, you unsophisticated oaf! Do I have to teach
you everything?" Terry chided.
"Yep, ah jus is dis poh ignorant country boyah, suh, and ah need
edjucashun!" Jonathan drawled.
"Stick with me, kid, and in no time, you'll be a functioning member of
society! Now, get your ass busy with the salad. Oh, there's a can of
garbanzo beans up in the cupboard. Why don't you open it and we'll add it to
the salad, too?"
"Gorgonzola, garbanzo . . . where do you get this stuff?" Jonathan laughed.
Terry fired up the indoor barbecue built into the kitchen and placed the
steaks on the grill to cook. He then tossed the lettuce, tomatoes and
garbanzo beans with the dressing and crumbled a large slab of Gorgonzola over
the salad. By now, the pot of water was boiling rapidly. After adding salt
to the water, Terry put a pound of dry spaghetti into the bubbling cauldron.
He checked the aglia e olio mixture, found it to be the correct degree of
doneness so he turned off the gas burner and set it aside.
"Jonathan, could you get some china and silverware and set the table while I
finish this up?" Terry inquired.
"Sure! Boy, Terry, everything smells so wonderful! I can hardly wait."
Amazingly, everything came together as Terry had planned it. The steaks
were cooked perfectly, the pasta cooked al dente and mixed with the sauce,
the salad tossed to perfection. Just as the boys were ready to dig in, Terry
asked, "What do you want to drink?"
"Milk!" Terry said.
"Oh, no, Jonathan, milk and garlic and anchovies just don't make it
together. How about some wine or coke or something."
"I'm still feeling the cognac so I'd better settle for some water," Jonathan
replied.
"I think I'll have a glass of Merlot," Terry said to no one in particular.
The famished young men attacked the meal like it was their last. When they
were finished, there wasn't a speck of food left. Together, they cleared the
table and loaded the dishwasher. While Jonathan made a trip to the bathroom,
Terry poured himself another glass of Merlot and carried it into the family
room. He started the CD player once again and stretched out his lithe body
on the large comfortable sofa. Jonathan soon returned and settled down on
the sofa, nestling himself in Terry's arms.
"You OK, Babe?" Terry asked gently.
"Yeah, I'm fine now. But that nightmare was so scary!"
Not really willing to talk about it, Jonathan changed the subject, saying,
"That dinner was fantastic. I've never tasted anything like that pasta.
Where did you learn to do that?"
"When we lived in Italy for a while, our housekeeper used to cook it for me.
Hers came out better, though. I used to watch her and do it exactly the
same, but it just doesn't come out like hers. I think it might have
something to do with the difference in ingredients between here and Italy.
But, I still like it and it's so easy."
"You're absolutely amazing, Terry!"
"I like cooking for that redheaded Irish madman I love so much," Terry said
as he gently caressed Jonathan hair and gently brushed his lips on
Jonathan's.
"What's gonna happen to us, Terry?" Jonathan said with a new note of
solemnity in his voice.
"We're gonna love each other one day at a time, Red."
"I'm so fuckin' scared. I don't know if I'm strong enough to face up to my
family and all the guys at school, Terry. That dream I had? There were
voices calling me 'faggot' and 'cocksucker' and things like that. Now that
I've had time to think about it, the voices were my dad's, and the guys on
the team. They were so full of hate and disgust. I love you so fucking
much, Terry, but I don't know if I can stand up to that kind of pressure."
Terry held Jonathan tightly to him and said, "You'll do what you're capable
of, Jonathan. That's all that's necessary. All I know is that I love you
like I've never loved anyone in my life. I need to know that you love me. I
don't need to have the world know that you love me. If it means loving you
on the sly, then I'm willing to do that. I just want you somewhere, anywhere
in my life. I'll do whatever makes you happy, as long you don't ask me to
live without you."
Jonathan snuggled up closer to Terry, content and secure having Terry's arms
wrapped around him. He could feel Terry's cock getting hard against him
once again and wanted so much to be fucked by Terry again . . . but, he knew
his asshole needed a respite. He gently grasped Terry's face in his hand
and brought those luscious lips down to his in a passionate kiss. Soon,
tongue was wrestling tongue, lips were crushing lips, incoherent moans of
lust were coming from both boys. Jonathan broke the kiss and moved down
Terry's body. On his downward trip, he reached Terry's erect nipples.
Gently and lovingly, he licked and nipped at the swollen tips, causing
another groan of ecstacy to escape Terry's mouth and a throb in the now fully
hard cock between the boy's legs.
"Oh, Jonathan. Suck me, man! I wanna shoot it in your mouth, baby."
Jonathan scooted down the couch and spread Terry's legs apart. He inhaled
the musky smell of his lover's groin. He took Terry's hands in his, holding
them tightly. His hot tongue began sneaking its way up the stiff rod he
encountered, not really licking the pulsing organ, but feathering it with his
tongue. Jonathan flicked at the underside of the cock's head then lightly
flicked all the way back down until he reached the meaty balls hanging
loosely down between Terry's thighs. Terry squirmed in passion and made
futile fucking movements with his hips, rubbing his cock up against
Jonathan's forehead. Jonathan pulled back and said, "Not, yet, Babe. I want
this to last!"
For the moment, Jonathan ignored his love's cock and nuts. Instead, he
began to lick and nip at Terry's inner thigh, sucking at the tender skin,
gently biting with his teeth. He then licked down below the pendulous nuts
and all over the boy's perineum. He laved tasty protrusion between the
testicles and the anus, moving Terry's balls out of the way with his nose.
Eventually he made his way to Terry's other thigh where his repeated his
exquisite torture, making Terry writhe in passion.
"Oh, you hot fucker!" Jonathan hissed as he pushed Terry's thighs back up
against his chest and buried his face squarely between Terry's asscheeks.
His tongue found the quivering hole that awaited him there. He twirled his
tongue along the edges of Terry's anus, nipping at the taught skin
surrounding the pink striated hole and leaving little bite marks. His
manipulations were driving Terry mad with desire, causing the handsome lad to
buck his hips and thrash around in a frenzy of lust and excitement. Jonathan
curled his tongue into a poker- shape and stabbed at the hole, trying to
force his tongue up the hot aperture. Soon, the rosebud unfurled, allowing
entrance. Jonathan tongue-fucked his lover until gobs of saliva were
dripping out of the loosened hole.
Both Jonathan and Terry were almost delirious with passion. The thrilling
sexual sensations that Jonathan was feeling had him on the brink of orgasm
even though he had not seriously touched his genitals. He just knew he
wouldn't last much longer so pulled his tongue from Terry's asshole, reared
up like a horny stallion and shoved his pre-cum slickened cock up the gaping
hole. One long excruciating shove into the hot anus was all it took. No
sooner had his cock slipped passed Terry's sphincter than Jonathan shuddered
violently and exploded in orgasm, pumping his semen up into his lover's body.
After recuperating from his shattering orgasm, Jonathan pulled out of
Terry's body, brought his legs down, swallowed the boy's throbbing cock and
brought him to an equally overwhelming climax.
"Saturday Night Fuck! Wouldn't that make a good name for a porno flick?"
Terry murmured as they lay in each other's arms.
"Only if we get to star in it!" Jonathan replied dreamily.
"Remind me to pitch the idea to your dad." Terry said.
Jonathan stiffened visibly and then gasped, "Don't you dare!"
Terry laughed but vowed silently to himself to stop teasing Jonathan so.
"Hey, come on. I was just kidding! Jonathan, I've got an idea. Let's go
soak in the Jacuzzi! It might make your asshole feel better."
The boys got up off the sofa and walked outside to the spa and luxuriated in
the steaming water until it was time to head for bed and curl up in each
other's arms.
Terry and Jonathan
A Love Story
Chapter 9
Terry awoke early the next morning with his arms around Jonathan and a piss
hardon poking at the boy's tender ass. 'Not this morning,' Terry thought.
As gently as possible, he untangled himself from Jonathan's grip and
strolled to the bathroom to relieve himself of a substantial amount of urine
and other waste. So as not to wake Jonathan from his peaceful slumber,
Terry decided to shower in one of the other bathrooms in the gigantic house.
After he had finished the usual morning ritual, he returned to the bedroom
to retrieve some clothes, dressing in shorts, a T-shirt and thongs.
After chugging down a glass of orange juice and putting the coffee on, Terry
retrieved the Sunday paper that had been deposited on the front drive.
Leisurely reading the gigantic paper was one of Terry's favorite Sunday
morning pursuits. For some reason, it gave his life a sense of stability and
continuity. He couldn't explain it but there it was . . . a fact of his
young life. As he carried the paper into the house, he thought of his young
lover lying in bed, still sleeping. 'I'll bet Jonathan will want to read the
paper too,' he thought. 'I'd better go get another one.'
Terry grabbed the keys to the Viper and took off to the local convenience
store. There he bought a second copy of the Sunday Times. It may seem silly
to some, but Terry hated reading a newspaper second hand. Again, if asked,
he probably couldn't explain this odd compulsion but that's the way it was.
It didn't seem to him to be unreasonable to indulge himself in this manner.
As was his wont, Terry sat at the kitchen table, coffee and juice before him
and spread the newspaper. He started with Section One, taking in all the
news of the world and the state. As he worked his way through that section,
he shook his head in sadness. The world truly seemed to be coming apart at
the seams . . . Catholics and Protestants killing each other in Northern
Ireland; Serbs, Croats and Muslims battling each other in Bosnia; Israelis
and Palestinians slaughtering one another with abandon. And, even here in
the States, African-American churches being fire- bombed in the night. Where
would it all end?
Next Terry tackled the Metro Section, reading of the local atrocities and
shenanigans of the area's politicians. 'God, what a fucked-up place!' the
thought. 'Drive-by shooting, car hijackings, robberies, murders, domestic
violence. Doesn't the Times ever cover anything positive?' he pondered. In
disgust, he put that section aside and took up the Sports Section. He read
all the college scores, ignoring the pros. He really didn't like
professional sports. To him, professional athletes seemed to be illiterate
spoiled brats being paid incredible amounts of money for playing what should
be children's games and doing it half-heartedly. He guessed it must seem
pretty silly for the athletes to get excited over earning playoff money in
the thousands of dollars when that was dwarfed by the millions they were paid
over the regular season. 'Enough of that,' he thought as he reached for the
comic section.
He continued through the Business Section, Life and Style Section and the
Calendar Section, which was of particular interest to him because of
investments his counselors had made for him in the entertainment industry.
He had ownership positions in movie and television production companies,
record companies and publishing houses. Of course, that was in addition to
his stock ownership in a wide variety of the largest blue chip, Fortune 500
companies such as Ford, General Electric, Microsoft, and Texaco, among
others. The dividends from his stock ownership alone this year would equal
the income of several of the country's cities. But, money was not his
concern this beautiful Sunday morning.
As he worked the Sunday crossword puzzle, he heard Jonathan stirring. Soon,
the sleepy- eyed redhead appeared in the kitchen, naked as the day he was
born. He walked over to where Terry sat and pressed himself up against his
love. Terry leaned over and kissed the redhead's soft cock. Jonathan backed
away from the caress and said,
"As much as I love you, Terry, I'm all sexed out! Both my dick and my ass
are sore from all the fucking we've been doing all weekend."
"I know what you mean, Sweetie. Me, too! You hungry?"
"Yeah, believe it or not, I'm starving again. All that sex must really burn
up the calories."
"Well, get your ass in the shower and then get dressed and we'll head out
for breakfast. I know a place you're gonna love." Terry said as he patted
his love on the ass.
"Shit, you're doing the crossword in ink!" Jonathan exclaimed. "I could
never do that."
"It's no big deal. The LA Times crossword puzzle is usually pretty easy.
The New York Times puzzle . . . That's something else. Now, shag your
pretty ass out of here and into the shower!"
Terry followed Jonathan into the bedroom where he selected some more
appropriate clothes to wear. When Jonathan had finished showering, he too
dressed and they left the house.
Breakfast, brunch in reality, was had at the French Market Place, a
restaurant/shop complex in West Hollywood. The boys sat outside so they
could not only enjoy the warm weather but also the scenery parading by on
Santa Monica Boulevard. West Hollywood was filled to the brim with gorgeous
young men of all shapes, sizes, colors and ages. What better way was there
to view the bounty than while enjoying a leisurely meal.
Once the food was eaten and the dishes removed by the handsome young waiter,
Terry and Jonathan lingered over their coffee. It was a lovely morning, they
were very much in love and enchanted with each other's company and seemingly,
neither wanted to break the spell. But, as usually happens, customers began
to stack up waiting for tables and the waiter hovered around conspicuously
enough to get the message across . . . the table was needed! Jonathan
grabbed the check when it was delivered and put down enough to cover the tab
and the tip.
"This one's on me, babe," he said. "Lord knows you've spent enough on me!"
"Only because I love you." Terry replied. "What do you want to do now?"
"Remember, I've got homework and so do you," Jonathan said.
"Did you bring your books with you?" Terry asked.
"No, unfortunately, I left them at home. I'll guess we'll have to go by
there and pick them up."
"OK by me. Let's go." Terry said as they arose from the table and headed
for the parking lot.
On the way back to Jonathan's house, the boys contemplated their good
fortune. Terry was so happy at finally finding someone to love and be loved
by, someone to fill the void in his life after his parent had passed on,
someone upon whom to lavish all the love he felt in his heart. Jonathan was
happy too but for slightly different reasons. It wasn't that his love was
less intense than Terry's. It was having his secret longing for the handsome
boy sitting next to him acknowledged and reciprocated that somehow seemed to
give him a newfound sense of himself. Yes, it was scary. Yes, he still
didn't know how he was going to be able to deal with the reality of his
feelings. Yes, it could all still blow up in his face. But, for the moment,
anyway, he was totally happy and fulfilled.
Terry reached his hand over and rested it on Jonathan's thigh as the drove.
Occasionally he gently squeezed Jonathan's leg, almost as if to prove to
himself that this was not a dream, that the beautiful young redhead was truly
sitting there next to him. Jonathan placed his hand on Terry's and then
intertwined his fingers with his love's. The warmth of his lover's hand was
having the usual effect . . . he found his tender cock beginning to swell
and elongate with lust. By the time they reached Jonathan's house, the boy
was sporting a full erection that strained against the thin fabric of the
silk boxers and pants he wore. He sighed a sigh of relief when he saw that
his father's car was not parked in the drive. 'Fantastic, they're not home!'
he thought. 'Having to deal with my father right now would ruin the whole
morning.'
Once inside the house, Terry playfully groped Jonathan's crotch and said,
"Hey, Freckles, I thought you were all 'sexed' out. It looks like your cock
doesn't feel the same way."
"Cut it out, Terry. They could come in any minute!" Jonathan gasped as he
brushed Terry's hand away from his privates.
"Shit, we'll be able to hear anyone coming," Terry retorted, enveloping
Jonathan in a bear hug, grinding his now hard penis into the boy's crotch and
passionately kissing him. Jonathan's resolve melted in a surge of lust as he
felt Terry's tongue in his mouth, exploring every sensitive nerve there.
But, his fear finally won out. He pushed Terry away and bounded up the
stairs to his room to retrieve his book bag. Terry didn't follow this time
but waited patiently at the foot of the stairs.
"Why don't you get some clean clothes and spend the night? I'll take you to
school tomorrow and then drop you home before I go to the lawyers'," Terry
yelled up the stairs. He heard a muffled reply that he couldn't decipher but
was pleased when Terry appeared at the head of the stairs carrying a clothing
bag along with his book bag.
"I'll leave a note for my folks." Jonathan said as he skipped down the
stairs, handing his clothes and books to Terry. He went into the kitchen
where he found some paper and wrote a note to explain his plans for the
night. As the boys left the house, Jonathan made sure the doors were locked
and then got into the car. He reached over, boldly took Terry's face into
his hands, pulled his close and placed a passionate kiss on the boy's mouth.
Lost in the euphoria of love, he murmured, "Terry, I love you so." Terry,
startled by the kiss, stiffened his leg which caused the engine of the Viper
to roar to redline, drowning out even the radio. The happy boys then sped
out the driveway, blissfully unaware that the whole scene had been witnessed
by Jonathan's parents as they drove up the other end of the circular drive.
Terry and Jonathan
A Love Story
Chapter 10
For several hours the boys worked conscientiously on their school work.
Books, papers and their laptop computers were scattered all over the dining
room table. Although concentrating heavily on his work, Terry would
occasionally glance over at Jonathan, his heart filling with an almost
unbearable love at the visage of the redheaded lad studying across the table.
Jonathan too was engrossed in the school work before him. He wasn't aware
of the scrutiny he was under.
Terry loved the way Jonathan's unruly red hair flopped down over his
forehead as he bent over his work in concentration. The slightly upturned
nose, covered with freckles, the lush pale eyelashes that framed the boy's
lovely green eyes, the firm chin and jaw line, the slender yet strong neck
that held up the beautiful face, all of these things caused a shiver of
desire deep in Terry's soul. 'God, he is so beautiful,' he thought, sighing
wistfully.
The sigh broke Jonathan's concentration. He looked up at Terry's face and
saw the love and anguished desire etched there. He thought he saw a tear or
two glistening in Terry's eyes. It was all he could do to keep from rushing
over and taking the beautiful young man in his arms.
"You OK, Terry?" he asked softly.
"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just that sometimes I look at you and I feel so
overwhelmed with happiness that I wanna bawl like a baby. I love you, Red."
"I know exactly how you feel!" Jonathan blurted out. "I feel exactly the
same way! And, you know what? I love it when you call me Red. I've never
had a nickname before."
"You wanna take a break? We could go swimming!" Terry said, smiling with
enthusiasm.
Both boys rose from the table and began undressing. Soon they were
scampering naked out of the house and into the pool. They raced each other
up and down lengths of the pool. They frolicked, dunking and splashing each
other, any excuse to feel their beautiful bodies come together. Jonathan,
breathing heavily, walked up the steps and out of the pool. He collapsed
spread eagled on his back on the lounge mattresses they had spread out on the
patio deck the previous afternoon. Terry soon joined him, vigorously shaking
his dripping hair over Jonathan's supine body, splashing water all over the
boy. When he finished tormenting his lover, he dropped down onto Jonathan
body. As he nestled his body between the redheaded boy's thighs, he felt
strong legs encircle his body, Jonathan's heels resting on his ass. Terry
brought his lips to Jonathan's and they kissed passionately.
"God, I love you so fucking much!" Terry sighed as they broke their kiss.
"I know. I can feel it between my legs, you horny bastard" Jonathan
giggled.
"Want me to fuck that tight little ass of yours, Red?" Terry teased.
"Man, I'm still sore back there. Give me a little rest, OK?"
"Your asshole may not be ready for another workout but, judging from the way
your dick is poking my stomach, I'd say the 'Red Jr.' is!" Terry said as he
reached down and grabbed Jonathan's pulsing cock.
Terry then rose up on his knees and began to lick around the head of
Jonathan's cock. He took the boy's meaty balls in his other hand and gave
them a squeeze. Pre-cum poured from the piss slit being tortured by his
tongue. He enveloped the head of the perfect cock in his lips and began
vigorously rubbing his tongue in quick movements on the underside of the cock
head, all the while, suctioning with his lips. Jonathan moaned in ecstacy as
the talented mouth tormented his dick and his lover's hand caressed his
testicles.
"Terry! Move around! I want you, too!" Jonathan demanded.
Terry released his grip on Jonathan's genitals and moved his body around so
that he now hovered over the other boy's body. Jonathan took Terry's
dripping cock into his mouth and began to suck while Terry resumed his
ministrations on Jonathan's dick. Jonathan looked up and saw a rosebud of an
anus hovering above him and, unable to resist the tempting target, he jammed
his finger into Terry's rectum. Terry shuddered in pleasure/pain at the
invasion, redoubling his sucking efforts on Jonathan's cock. Within minutes,
crashing orgasms over took them and they simultaneously relaxed the tense
muscles of their young bodies. The boys, locked in a passionate mutual
pleasuring, didn't realize that for the second time that day, their
activities were being witnessed.
Jennifer and Jay Collins had returned from their weekend trip. They had
entered the house, not suspecting that Terry might be engaged in anything
other than doing homework or watching TV. As they moved into the kitchen and
looked out at the pool, they saw the two beautiful boys engaged in a lustful
mutual embrace.
"Jesus, look at that, Jen!" Jay whispered.
"Ooh, looks like Terry has found himself a playmate at last," Jennifer
quietly giggled. "Boy, he's cute too."
"You're such a horny slut," Jay said with affection. "Christ, even gay boys
turn you on."
Jennifer reached behind her and groped Jay, feeling his burgeoning erection.
Jay had to admit, even though it was two boys going down on each other, it
still was kinda sexy and exciting. 'Damn, that Terry does have a big dick,'
he thought. 'The other kid, too!'
"Want to join them?" Jay asked playfully as he reached around and groping
Jennifer's crotch.
"Don't embarrass him, Jay!" Jennifer scolded.
"Bullshit!" Jay retorted. "Remember that time he caught us at it? He
didn't seem to be upset about that."
"Oh, Jay, he's just a boy! What boy wouldn't be interested in seeing two
people making love. Now, behave yourself!"
"Naw, this is too good." Jay said with a laugh!
Jay bolted for the door leading to the patio. Since Jonathan and Terry had
left it open, Jay managed to make it all the way onto the patio without being
noticed. As he approached the boys, he said, "Well, well, what do we have
here? A little wiener roast?"
Jonathan was the first to react. Embarrassed at being caught in such a
compromising position, he desperately tried to push Terry off of him. Terry,
recognizing Jay's voice immediately, wasn't so upset.
"Oh, fuck off, Jay!" he said, looking up at the man, then rising from
Jonathan's body. "Jay, this is scarlet young man is Jonathan. Jonathan,
this is grizzled old bastard is Jay Collins. You guys are home early.
Where's Jennifer?"
"She's in the kitchen and she's gonna kill me for interrupting you but I
just couldn't resist. Turnabout is fair play, isn't it?" Jay said with a
grin.
Jonathan, still mortified at being caught sucking on Terry's cock, sat
there, mouth agape. If there were some sort of clothing or towel at hand, he
would have covered himself, but unfortunately there wasn't. So, there he
sat, trying to cover his crotch with his hands. He felt so incredibly
embarrassed sitting there on the patio, naked in front of a complete
stranger. Terry sensed his humiliation and tried to assuage his discomfort.
"Jonathan, don't be embarrassed. Jay and Jennifer have caught me jacking
off so many times, it isn't even funny anymore!"
"Yeah," Jay retorted. "He walks around here naked all the time. I think
we've seen him undressed more often than with clothes on. By the way, nice
to meet you, Jonathan," Jay said as he extended his hand to the boy.
Jonathan, still appalled at the situation in which he found himself, stared
at the proffered hand. Good manners dictated that he shake the hand but that
would mean uncovering himself so in his embarrassment, he just continued to
stare at Jay. Terry took that moment to begin walking toward the open door
and the kitchen to greet Jennifer and to fetch some underwear for the still
mortified Jonathan. Jay wheeled around followed Terry into the house,
leaving Jonathan on the patio, still beet red with embarrassment. Soon,
Terry, still naked, returned with Jonathan's underwear. The boy gratefully
accepted the boxers, slipped them on and both then returned to the house.
"Jennifer, this is the love of my life, Jonathan Riley. Red, this is Jay's
wife, Jennifer."
Still blushing crimson, Jonathan said, "Nice to meet you."
Jennifer giggled and said, "I'll bet not! But, no matter. Any love of
Terry's is a love of ours!"
Jonathan then excused himself and retreated into the other room to retrieve
the rest of his clothing. Terry remained in the kitchen talking with Jay and
Jennifer. 'God,' Jonathan thought to himself, 'I can't believe this.
Nothing bothers him! Here we get caught, sucking each other off and he's
not even the least bit embarrassed!' Once he had completed dressing, he
picked up Terry's shorts and with them in hand, returned to the kitchen. He
heard the tail end of the conversation as, blushing once again, he handed
Terry his clothes.
"I'm too tired to cook tonight. Is it OK if we order pizza, Terry?"
Jennifer was saying.
"Look, why don't we all go out for pizza? Terry responded. "It will give
you a chance to get to know Jonathan 'causes you're gonna are seeing a lot
more of him. Not that there is much more you haven't seen already," Terry
chortled to Jonathan's continuing chagrin.
"Sounds good to me," Jennifer said. "Now get dressed and let's get going,
young man!"
Once Terry was dressed, the four of them drove down to the Boulevard to
their favorite Italian restaurant. Salads, pizza's and drinks were ordered
and while they awaited their meal, Terry excused himself to go to the
restroom. A somewhat awkward silence accompanied his absence from the table.
Finally, Jay decided it was time to make Jonathan understand the situation
that existed at the Mather household. He looked Jonathan right in the eye
and said,
"Jonathan, I'm really sorry that I embarrassed you this afternoon. I wasn't
really thinking how it would affect you. I was just trying to get back at
Terry. I apologize if I caused you a minute's uneasiness. You have to
understand. Since Jen and I have worked for Terry, we've become more like a
family than anything else. We love him like he was our own flesh and blood
and I think he feels the same way about us."
"That's OK, Jay. I understand," Jonathan replied. "I've never been in a
situation like that before and I guess I came a little unglued."
"Well, believe me. We haven't either. Yeah, sure, he seems to have no
shame when it comes to parading around the house naked and such. And, like
he said, more than once we've stumbled on him pounding his pud, but to our
knowledge, you're the first person Terry's ever brought to the house. That
tells me that he cares a whole lot about you. We respect his judgment and
hope that you'll get to know us and not feel the least bit uncomfortable
around us."
"Thanks. I appreciate that. I don't know where this relationship is going
but I have really fallen for him and I'm glad that we don't have to skulk
around in front of you. It's gonna be hard enough at school and at my house.
At least we'll have somewhere where we can be ourselves."
Terry returned to the table about the time the food was delivered. The two
happy couples ate their fill, had the leftovers boxed and headed back to the
house. The Collins' locked up the house and then said goodnight, heading for
their guest house. Terry and Jonathan finished their homework and then
adjourned to the family room to watch a little television. Lying on the
floor in each others' arms, they watched an old movie and then sleepily went
into the bedroom where they undressed. They took a shower together and
brushed their teeth and then, turning out the lights, climbed into bed. In
the darkened room, they cuddled, Jonathan resting in Terry's arms, spoon
fashion.
"I'm so happy, Terry. But, what's gonna happen tomorrow at school?" Jonathan
said seriously.
"I won't even know you, if that's what you want, Red." Terry replied as he
snuggled even closer to his love.
"Oh, no. I don't think I could stand that, Ter. But, could we cool it in
front of the others?"
"Sure, Babe. Anyway you want it! You wanna be cool, no problem. You want
me to suck on your dick in the main quad, no problem! You're calling the
shots, Freckles!" Terry said.
With that, the boys contentedly slipped into a peaceful slumber.
Terry and Jonathan
A Love Story
Chapter 11
Morning arrived with the sounds of Jennifer moving around in the kitchen.
Jonathan, not familiar with early morning noises, woke first. He found
himself still enveloped in Terry's arms. Both boys sported piss hard ons,
Terry's unconsciously pushing up between Jonathan's asscheeks, Jonathan's
slapping up against his belly. As he stirred, he woke Terry.
"Morning, Babe," Terry murmured into Jonathan's neck.
"Good morning, Ter. I guess we should get up and get ready for school."
"I wish we could stay like this all day, sweetie," Terry replied but
reluctantly loosened his embrace.
"I got to take a mean piss, man," Jonathan stated.
"Me, too! Let's go!" Terry replied.
Both boys rose from bed and wandered into the bathroom. They stood together
before the toilet, cocks in hand, waiting for the stream of urine to begin.
Jonathan reached down and took Terry's meaty cock into his hand. He felt
the stream of piss begin to stream up his love's dick and then watched as the
yellow stream began to pour into the toilet. Soon, his cock, too, was
spurting piss into the porcelain basin. Once their bladders were empty, they
got into the shower and lovingly washed each other's bodies. As their stiff
cocks had not deflated, they proceeded to masturbate each other to climax
under the hot water. Now that relief had been obtained, they left the shower
and finished grooming. After dressing and gathering up Jonathan's clothes,
they went down stairs where a hot breakfast awaited them.
"Sleep well, you guys?" Jennifer asked. "I was so tired from spending the
weekend with my mother that I slept like a baby!" she continued.
"Yeah, I don't think we moved all night long," Terry said as he reached over
and caressed Jonathan's back. "Where's Jay?"
"He had some errands to run so he took off early."
The boys gobbled down their breakfast, gathered up their books and were soon
out the door on the way to school. This morning they took the Mercedes.
When they neared school, Terry outlined the schedule for the day.
"Meet me in the parking lot right after school, Red, and I'll take you home
so you can get your car. I've got that meeting with the lawyer's after
school so I can't go to practice. Coach already knows I won't be there. You
want me to let you out before we get to school?"
"No, that's OK, Terry. If anybody says anything, I'll tell them my car
wouldn't start and you stopped by and picked me up."
Once they arrived at school, the boys went their separate ways. Terry did
as promised. He didn't completely ignore Jonathan but treated him just like
any other guy at school. Lunch time was spent with the whole gang, talking
sports and other mundane issues. School seemed interminable to both boys
but soon, class was over and they were in the car and on their way to
Jonathan's house. As they pulled up, Jonathan tensed. His father's car was
in the drive. As he got out of Terry's car, he said, "I'll call you later,
Babe."
Terry took off for downtown and his meeting with his attorneys. Once there,
he was immediately ushered into the managing partner's office as befitted one
of the office's most important clients. Awaiting Terry were his lawyers and
his investment counselors. The discussion centered around his investment
advisor's plans for further diversification of his investments as well as a
status report on current income and expenses. As youthful as Terry was, he
insisted on frequent updates as to his financial position. Once he was
satisfied with the information provided by the money men, they departed,
leaving him alone with his legal team.
Terry was handed the confidential report he had requested of his lawyers.
After he perused the report, he started his questioning.
"If I read this correctly, you`ve found some financial discrepancies," he
stated.
"Yes," replied the attorney who prepared the report. "About $300,000 has
been skimmed from the company. We know he did it and how he did it. He's
been having an affair with a woman who works in the accounting department and
she helped him cover the theft. We also know where the money is. That is,
where it's been secreted. We can have the funds frozen so that they can't be
withdrawn."
"Is the evidence enough to break his employment contract and fire him?"
Terry asked.
"Yes, we believe there is. The first thing we would have to do is to
present the evidence to the authorities and have him arrested. Then, we
would have the funds in question frozen. Is that how you want to proceed?"
the lawyer asked.
"No, not just yet. I want to give it a little while to see how things
proceed. I'll let you know when I'm ready to move. And, thanks for doing
such a good job. I really appreciate you getting right on it and coming
through so quickly."
The meeting adjourned and Terry left the office. He drove home deep in
thought and somewhat depressed by the reality of human nature. `Damn, I hate
this. Why can't people be honest?' he thought. Then, the image of
Jonathan's smiling face crossed his mind and he felt better. Now that the
wonderful, beautiful Jonathan Riley was in his life, nothing could make him
feel too bad.
When he walked in the door, Jennifer called to him.
"Jonathan called a while ago. He really sounded upset. It sounded like he
was crying. He asked if you could pick him up. He'll be waiting for you
outside his house. I told him I'd give you the message as soon as you got
home."
A cold shiver went up Terry's spine as he contemplated what Jennifer had
told him. What on earth could be wrong? When earlier in the day he left
Jonathan, neither had a care in the world. Now, something seemed to have
gone terribly awry. Terry raced out of the house and jumped into the car.
He rushed to Jonathan's house, hoping against hope that Jennifer had misread
the situation and that everything was all right.
Approaching the Riley house, he spied Jonathan slumped out front with his
head in his hands. As Terry screeched to a halt, Jonathan looked up. Terry
was shocked at what he saw. The right side of the boy's face was swollen and
a large bruise was forming. Tears were streaming from Jonathan's eyes.
Terry jumped out of the car and rushed up to the sobbing boy.
"Babe, what's wrong? What happened?" Terry asked.
"He knows!" Jonathan sobbed uncontrollably.
"Who knows what?" Terry asked.
"My dad! He knows about us! He threw me out of the house!" Jonathan cried.
As Terry took the shaken boy into his arms to comfort him, he heard
Jonathan's father screaming at them.
"You Goddamn queers! I never want lay eyes on either one of you ever again!"
the man screeched as he charged out of the house like a mad man. "I ought to
beat the shit out of you, too, you fucking pervert!" he hissed at Terry,
lunging at the boy.
Terry sidestepped the man's attack and calmly said to Jonathan, "Get into
the car. I'll take care of this!"
As Jonathan moved toward the car, Mr. Riley regained his feet and resumed
his attack. He came at Terry with arms flailing. Terry again diverted the
attack, causing the man to fall to the ground once again.
"Stay there on the ground!" Terry ordered, "or you're gonna get your ass
kicked! Understand me?"
Jonathan's father just stared in amazement at the young man. Something in
the back of his mind told him he had better not get up. He merely watched as
Terry moved around to the driver's side of the car, got in, started the
engine and drove away. Terry watched him in the rear view mirror as he drove
away. Jonathan was still sobbing uncontrollably as they drove away.
When they reached the Mather's house, Terry bolted from the car and helped
Jonathan out. They went into the house where Jonathan related what had
transpired that afternoon . . .
The minute Jonathan entered the house, he sensed that something was amiss.
His mother was sitting in the living room, silently weeping. She looked up
at her son, her face a picture of fear and despair. As she started to speak,
Jonathan's father entered the room and screamed at him.
"You Goddamn queer! I want you out of my house! As far as I'm concerned,
you're dead. You never existed! Just get the hell out!" he screamed.
As he said this, Jonathan's mother began to sob.
"Shut up, you silly bitch! This is all your fault. I told you you'd turn
him into a queer, the way you coddled him!"
Jonathan moved toward his mother to comfort her. As he did, his father
charged him, hitting him in the face squarely with his fist. Mrs. Riley
screamed in terror. Jonathan did nothing to protect himself. Rather, he
merely stood there, hands at his side, as his father hit him once again.
Jonathan slumped to the floor
"Get out!" his father screamed. "Go call that fucking fag boyfriend of
yours and have him come get you. You're not spending another night in this
house! And, you can forget about that ritzy school you go to! I'm not gonna
spend another dime on a fag like you, you understand?"
Mr. Riley stomped from the room. Jonathan got up and moved to his mother's
side. As he neared the couch, he realized that she, too, had a red splotch
on the side of her face. The bastard had hit his mom, too! "I'm gonna kill
him that bastard for what he did to you," Jonathan said out loud.
"No, sweetheart!" his mother said, shocked at what she just heard. "No,
don't. Just leave him alone. Are you all right? Did he hurt you?"
"Jesus, Mom, what happened?" Jonathan asked.
"When we came home yesterday, you and your friend were leaving. Your dad
saw you kissing him. He just went crazy! I didn't know how to get a hold of
you. You didn't leave a number or I would have warned you he was like this.
Jonathan, do you think you stay away for a while until things cool down? I
don't want him to hurt you," she pleaded.
Jonathan, still in a state of shock, began talking in a rush, to try to
explain things to his mother.
"Mom, I'm so sorry I hurt you. I can't explain why or how it happened but I
love Terry. I've never felt this way about anyone in my life. He makes me
feel whole and alive. I feel so safe and secure when I'm with him. He is so
neat, Mom. You'll love him too when you get to know him. I'm gonna call
him! He'll make everything OK. You'll see."
"Son, I don't think things will ever be OK again. Your father blames me for
everything and says he wants a divorce. At this point, I don't think I'm
gonna put up much of a fight. Now, go call, Terry, OK? Before he comes
back," she pleaded.
"I can't leave you here by yourself, Mom. He's out of control."
"Don't worry, Son. I've got some money and I'm going to go up to Aunt
Mary's house for a while. I'll be OK. Don't worry."
At that point, still in a state of shock and disbelieve, Jonathan went to
the phone and dialed Terry's number, leaving the message with Jennifer. At
his mother's urging, he left the house and went out front to wait for Terry.
As he sat waiting, his resolve shattered and he began to cry. His whole
life was falling apart in front on him. He cried and cried. Shortly, he
heard the front door open and his mother came out. She loaded a suitcase
into her car and then walked out to where he was standing.
"Jonathan, why don't you come with me to Aunt Mary's. She has room for both
of us."
"No, Mom. Forgive me but right now I need to be with Terry."
"Are you sure? Do you want me to drive you to Terry's house, then?" Mrs.
Riley asked.
"No, mom. He'll be here soon. I know it. Let me give you his phone
number. Call me there when you get to Aunt Mary's! Promise me you will!"
"Sure, don't worry. I'll call you the minute I get there. No matter what
happens, Jonathan, remember that I love you, son. Everything is going to
work out OK."
"Go now, Mom." Jonathan said, tore welling up in his eyes.
Jonathan was still crying when Terry pulled up.
Terry and Jonathan
A Love Story
Chapter 12
After listening to Jonathan's horrific tale, Terry took the shattered boy
into his arms, holding him, assuring him that everything would work out. The
story Jonathan told incensed Terry. He just couldn't fathom how Jonathan's
father could be as cruel as he was. Terry's father surely wouldn't have
turned on his only child that way. And, his father would not have physically
attacked anyone. Terry was determined to teach the man a lesson he would
never forget.
He left Jonathan on the couch in the living room and went into the office
his father had created, a room in the house that Jonathan had never seen. He
dialed a phone number, listened for a moment and then said with the authority
that great wealth can bring, "This is Terry Mathers. I want to meet with you
first thing tomorrow morning. I'd like you, the president of the company and
the head of security to be at my house at 8:00. Please don't disappoint me!"
With that said, he put down the receiver and went back to the living room
to again comfort Jonathan.
Jonathan was still an emotional wreck and his physical condition was
beginning to deteriorate also. The swelling of his face had not receded. In
fact, the bruising had increased. He looked like he had run over by a truck.
Jennifer walked into the room with Jay and an ice pack which she applied to
Jonathan's face.
"This will help with the swelling, Jonathan," she said as she pressed the
cold pack up against Jonathan's cheek.
"Let's go kick the shit out of the asshole," Jay said to Terry.
"That won't be necessary, Jay. I've got things under control." Terry said
with cold authority.
Shortly thereafter, Jonathan's mother called to tell him that she arrived
safely at her sister house. Terry, Jennifer and Jay left him alone so that
they could talk privately. When he finally hung up, Terry could tell that
his love was emotionally and physically exhausted. Jennifer had prepared a
nice dinner and the four of them ate in the kitchen. Somehow, eating at the
small table in the cozy kitchen seemed comforting to both boys. After
dinner, the boys retreated to Terry's bedroom.
"Geez, Terry, what am I going to do. My whole fuckin world is falling
apart," he said bitterly. "My dad said he's not even gonna pay for my
tuition anymore."
"Believe me, Freckles. That's the last of your worries. I'll take care of
that problem," Terry said reassuringly.
"I can't let you do that."
"You don't seem to comprehend just how wealthy I am, Jonathan. At my
meeting this afternoon, my financial advisor gave me a status report on my
investments. My income, hear me, my income so far this year is more than $10
million. That's not my assets, Babe. That's my income! I think I can
afford to pay your tuition bill."
"Jesus! You're kidding!"
"No, I'm not. I'm loaded, Babe. I'm really, really rich. I can afford to
buy anything I want in this whole world . . . except maybe happiness and
health. The happiness I'm getting for free...just by being with you. The
health, well, I'll have to work on that. Now, let's hit the hay. I'm
exhausted and I can see you are too. Besides, I've got to get up early
tomorrow. We've also got to get you to the doctor to check out your injury."
The boys then undressed and crawled into bed. Both we sound asleep in
minutes. The next morning, Terry woke early. He was careful to let
Jonathan sleep. He showered and prepared himself for the meeting he had
called. Jennifer also rose early and had a hearty breakfast prepared for him
when he walked into the kitchen.
"How's Jonathan?" she asked with genuine concern.
"He's still sleeping. I think we should let him rest as long a possible,"
Terry said. "Would you do me a favor, Jen? I've got some people coming over
this morning. Could you make some coffee and put together a pastry tray?
I'd really appreciate it."
"Ask and ye shall receive!" Jennifer said with a warm smile.
Shortly before 8:00, the three men that Terry had summoned the night before
appeared. As Terry ushered them into the office, Jennifer appeared with
coffee and croissants. Terry closed the door and began the meeting.
"Gentlemen. You're probably wondering why I called this meeting. Please
let me explain. Mr. Goldberg, you are president of Spectrum Entertainment.
As you undoubtedly know by now, I am the controlling stock holder in
Spectrum Entertainment, Inc. As a matter of fact, I'm the only shareholder
in the company. Under normal circumstances, I would not interfere with your
authority over the company but certain information has come to my attention
that bears directly on my investment in the company and I'm going to ask you
to do something. I want you to terminate the employment of Arthur Riley
immediately as well as . . . let's see, what is her name? Oh yes, Marilyn
Secada."
"I can't do that, young man," Goldberg said in a very condescending manner.
"Arthur has a long-term, very binding contract with Spectrum. Also, he's a
very talented employee. I just couldn't see my way to do what you ask."
"Mr. Goldberg, are you defying my wishes?" Terry said coldly.
"See here, son. You just don't understand this business."
"Mr. Goldberg, your employment with Spectrum Entertainment is now terminated
for insubordination. Do you understand? And, should you have any ideas of
suing me or the corporation for the termination, I want you to be advised
that we will file an immediate countersuit against you for malfeasance and
dereliction of duty as president of Spectrum Entertainment and we will ask
the court to award damages in the amount that your dereliction has cost the
company. It is currently estimated as in excess of $300,000," Terry said
coldly.
"Now, Mr. Andrews. As owner of the corporation, I hereby appoint myself
president of the corporation. Please have your firm draw up the necessary
papers immediately. Mr. Bially, as head of security for Spectrum
Entertainment, I am directing you return immediately to corporate
headquarters and secure the offices of Mr. Goldberg, Mr. Riley and Ms.
Secada. I am directing you to post guards outside these offices and no one
is to be allowed entry to any of these offices nor shall anything be allowed
to be removed without my express permission. Is that clear?"
"You can't do this!" Goldberg exploded.
"Do you understand your orders, Mr. Bially?"
"Yes, Mr. Mathers," Bially replied as he rose to leave the room to carry out
the instructions.
"Excellent." Terry said.
"What the hell is going on here?" Goldberg sputtered.
"You will find out soon enough, Mr. Goldberg. Good morning!" Terry said,
terminating the meeting. "By the way, Mr. Andrews, please stay behind so
that we may talk."
Terry went to the door and called out. "Jay, would you please escort Mr.
Goldberg to his car?"
As Jay appeared at the door, Goldberg, in a rage, rose and stalked out of
the room, shouting, "You'll be hearing from my lawyers, young man."
"I'm sure we will, Mr. Goldberg, but my advice to you is to save your money.
Your time would be better spent looking for another job!"
Andrews couldn't help but chuckle at the situation. He never had like
Goldberg in the first place and to see him hoisted like that was a joy.
"You certainly are your father's son, Terry," Mr. Andrew said with
admiration. "That's exactly how he would have handled the whole situation.
My compliments."
"Now, we have several other things to discuss. Please take whatever action
is necessary to get the embezzlement information to the police. I want old
man Riley and his girlfriend arrested as quickly as possible. Secondly, do
whatever is necessary to freeze the money they've stolen so that they cannot
get to it. Thirdly, as quickly as you can, please establish a trust in favor
of Jonathan Riley and transfer $2 million from my account to it. I think
that takes care of everything for the moment."
"Very good, Master Mathers," the old barrister said as he gathered up his
brief case and prepared to leave. "What are you gonna do with Spectrum? You
can't run it yourself."
"Well, I guess either we have to find someone to take over the operation or
we sell it. I'm sure we can get a very good price for it. Your people can
work on both issues, right?"
"As quickly as possible, Terry. Now, whose going to inform Mr. Riley that
he's joined the ranks of the unemployed?"
"I wouldn't miss being the messenger of that good news for anything in the
world!" Terry said with glee.
"Want me to come along?" Andrews asked.
"Yes, I think so. I'd like you there in case it gets a little sticky. Can
you meet me at Spectrum's offices in about an hour?
After Attorney Andrews left, Terry went to his room. Jonathan was still
sleeping, but fitfully. The swelling on the side of his face had turned a
nasty purplish-blue color. Terry visibly stiffened as a new surge of anger
coursed through his body. 'I'm gonna have that bastard nuts on a platter' he
vowed to himself. Terry then quietly dressed in his best "grown up"
clothes . . . a blue Armani suit, Countess Mara tie, Gucci shoes . . . then
headed downstairs.
"You want me to come with you?" Jay said.
"No, I'll be fine. But, would you or Jen please call the school and tell
them that neither Jonathan nor I will be there today and then call Dr. Burton
and see if we can get an appointment for Jonathan. I should be back in an
hour or so. Oh, and thanks for being here. I don't know how I'd make it
without you guys."
"I have a feeling you'd make it just fine, you twerp," Jan laughed.
Terry walked confidently to the garage. He selected the Rolls Royce as his
means of transportation and hoped that Riley would be outside as he drove up
to Spectrum's offices. He really wanted to see Riley's reaction when he
drove up in this elegant car. The ride to the office only took about a half
hour. When he arrived, Riley was not to be seen. Terry entered the building
and was met by Bially, who informed him that his orders had been carried out
to the letter.
"Riley? Has he arrived yet?" Terry asked.
"No, not yet." Bially replied.
"Well, I'll be in Goldberg's office. Please have two of your guards there
with me. When Riley, gets here, greet him yourself and bring him to me. OK?
"Yes, sir."
Terry only had to wait about 15 minutes before he heard a commotion in the
hallway outside the office. He heard Riley's raised voice objecting to
being barred from his office by armed guards. He stormed into Goldberg's
office and froze when he saw Terry sitting behind the president's desk.
"What the fuck are you doing here, you little pervert?" Riley rasped.
"Well, Mr. Riley. It seems you have a major problem," Terry said coldly.
"And, it seems that I have become your worst nightmare. You see, I happen
to be the owner of Spectrum Entertainment. Yes, that's right. I am the one
and only shareholder in the corporation. As such, I have assumed the
presidency of the corporation and I have the distinct pleasure of passing
some very unpleasant news to you."
"Why you little queer!" Riley snarled, lunging toward the desk.
The two guards roughly restrained him. Terry cooly continued.
"Mr. Riley, I take immense pleasure in informing you that you no longer hold
the position of vice president of Spectrum Entertainment, Inc. I am hereby
giving you your notice of termination!" Terry said with a malevolent smile.
"You bastard!" Riley raged "We'll see about that. I've got a binding
contract."
"Yes, you do have a contract, Mr. Riley. And one of the conditions of that
contract is that it can be abrogated due to any illegal activity on your
part. Oh, by the way, did I tell you that Ms. Secada has been terminated
too?"
Riley visibly blanched. All of the blood drained from his face and he
slumped in the arms of the security guards that still restrained him.
Terry continued, "Mr. Riley, all of the bank accounts have been frozen.
And, the evidence of your embezzlement has been turned over the proper
authorities for their action. I wouldn't be making any long range plans, Mr.
Riley."
To the guards, Terry said, "Please escort Mr. Riley out of the building and
make sure that he never sets foot on the premises again. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir!" the guards said in unison as they hauled Riley out of the
office.
Terry then buzzed Goldberg's secretary. When she entered, he explained the
situation to her. He asked that she immediately bring all the corporate
executives into the office for an impromptu meeting. When they arrived,
Terry introduced himself and informed the shocked audience that due to
unforeseen circumstances, a complete management change had just occurred. He
assured them that the company would continue to operate without change, at
least for the short term. He then delegated operating responsibility to the
most senior executive still employed by the company. As he dismissed the
assembly, he asked the 'acting' CEO to remain behind. To her, he explained
that even though he was going to retain the title of president, she would act
as the interim chief executive officer, responsible for day-to-day
operations. He asked her if she felt comfortable taking on that
responsibility until a decision had been made with regard to a successor to
Mr. Goldberg. When she readily agreed, he instructed her that she would
operate out of her old office as the offices of Mr. Goldberg, Mr. Riley and
Ms. Secada would be sealed until further notice. He then told her that his
attorneys would be available to her should she have any problems or
questions. The young woman left with a huge smile on her face.
"Well, this has been some morning's work, hasn't it?" Terry asked Andrews.
"It certainly has, young man," Andrews agreed. "It certainly has." He
shook his head in wonder at how Terry had handled the entire situation.
"Boy, remind me never to get on your bad side, Terry!"
"Well, I'm ready to head out of here. Why don't you see if Ms. Silverman
needs anything from you before you leave, OK?" Terry suggested.
With that said, he walked out of Spectrum Entertainment and headed for home
and his future.
Terry and Jonathan
A Love Story
Chapter 13
All the way home, Terry reviewed the events of the morning. He
kept asking himself if he had forgotten anything . . . anything that
could rear its ugly head and bite him in the butt in the future. As far
as he could tell, he had covered all the bases . . . especially with
regard to Arthur Riley and Spectrum Entertainment. He also asked himself
if he really wanted to continue his ownership of Spectrum Entertainment
Inc. He acknowledged to himself that it was unrealistic to get involved
with the company now. After all, he was still in high school and next
year, he would be off to college. Maybe in four years, he might be very
interested in running an entertainment production company. But, four
years is a long time, especially in the life of one so young. Many
changes were in store for him. Maybe the best solution would be to sell
the company.
As he mulled this possibility, he played the devil's advocate for
a moment. What would happen if four years from now he really did decide
that his future was in the entertainment industry. Then, he'd either have
to buy another company or start one from scratch. The first option would
be a much more expensive proposition than keeping Spectrum. The second
option would be a very difficult and time-consuming undertaking. Oh,
well, worry about that when you see what Andrews comes up with,' he
thought. Then, it occurred to him that he had neglected something this
morning. He'd rectify that situation when he got home.
Jonathan was up and about when he got home. The swelling had gone
down a bit but the discoloration was getting worse. The sight of
Jonathan, with his lovely face bruised and swollen, made Terry's heart
ache and the anger he felt earlier that morning returned. Jonathan saw
the cloud of anger sweep across the countenance of his friend and became
frightened.
"Are you angry with me, Terry?" Jonathan asked.
Terry stared at Jonathan for what seemed to him like an eternity.
So powerful were the emotions building within him that momentarily he was
unable to talk. Then, with tears forming in his eyes, he said, "Oh, God,
no, Honey! Oh, no!" He rushed over to Jonathan stood, took him into his
arms and tightly hugged him. "I'm not mad at you. I'm still mad at your
father for doing this to you, Red." As the boys held each other, Jennifer
came into the room and said, "Terry, I got a hold of Dr. Burton's office
and he can see Jonathan at 1:45 this afternoon."
"What's this?" Jonathan asked. "Who's Dr. Burton?"
"He's my doctor, Babe. We've got to get your injury checked out .
. . make sure there isn't any permanent damage."
"I don't really want to go, Terry."
"Jonathan, we have to. Let's not take any chances with that
beautiful mug of yours," Terry pleaded.
"Oh, OK!" Jonathan grudgingly agreed.
Looking at his wrist watch, Terry said, "Let's see, it's 12:45
now. I've got a couple of details to take care of and then we'll hit the
road, OK?"
Terry went into the office and dialed Mr. Andrews number. When
Andrews finally came on the line, Terry said, "Mr. Andrews, there is one
thing I forgot this morning. I'd like you to establish a second trust.
This one is in favor of Jason and Jennifer Collins. Please transfer
another $2 million of my funds into that trust and bring the papers around
at the same time you bring the others. Thanks so much for all your help,
sir. I really appreciate it."
Terry rejoined the others in the living room. Jonathan went
upstairs to change clothes as Jay and Jennifer rose to leave and get on
with their chores.
"Wait, you guys. Before you go I have something I want to tell
you," Terry said with some emotion. "I really don't know what I would
have done without you this past year or so. You've been an absolute
lifesaver to me. I don't think I can ever adequately repay you for all
you've done."
"Hey, Terry. Let's not get maudlin, OK? You pay us rather
handsomely for what we do." Jay said.
"It's been more than just you doing your job, Jay. You've taken
the place of my parents and I'll never forget it. Now, what I wanted to
tell you is that I just instructed my attorneys to establish a trust in
your names. They'll bring the paper work by for signatures as soon as
it's completed. Oh, and by the way, the principal amount of the trust is
$2 million. Conservatively invested, that should bring you in about
$120,000 a year. If you want investment advice, I'll set that up with my
counselors."
Flabbergasted beyond words, Jennifer and Jay just stared at Terry,
speechless.
"Mother-of-fucking-Christ, Terry!" Jay hollered. "Are you crazy?"
"Believe me, Jay, I can afford it." Terry laughed. "And, you guys
are worth every penny.
And another thing. This in no way ties you into staying here with me.
Anytime you find that you want to leave, you go, understand?" Terry added.
The two looked at each other, then both of them rushed the boy and
scooped him up in their arms, jumped up and down as they hugging him
tightly and thanked him. This was the sight to which Jonathan was treated
as he came down the stairs.
"Can anyone join the party?" Jonathan asked.
"No," Terry said, "We're gonna have our own party when we get back
from the doctor's. Now shag your beautiful ass out to the car!" he
barked.
The waiting room of the doctor's office was deserted when Terry
and Jonathan arrived. Shortly, a nurse opened a door and called out
Jonathan's name.
"Please come with me, Jonathan." She said.
"Terry, come with me, OK?"
Terry looked at the nurse for permission. She nodded
affirmatively and both boys followed her to an examining room. There she
took Jonathan's temperature, weighed him, measured his height and took his
blood pressure. Then she took out a syringe and took a vial of blood from
Jonathan's arm. She gave his injury a cursory examination and then handed
Jonathan a paper dressing gown and told him to undress as the doctor would
be there in a moment. As soon as he left, Jonathan began to undress.
Before long, he stood stark naked in front of Terry. Standing there naked
in front of his lover was a bit of a turn-on to Jonathan and his dick
started to chub up. To keep from getting a full erection, he poked the
bruise on his face. The pain he experienced quickly erased any erotic
thoughts from his mind. Jonathan then slipped on the paper gown and sat
self-consciously on the examining table.
The door suddenly opened and the grey-haired Dr. Burton entered.
"Hello, Terry. How are you doing?" Dr. Burton asked.
"Doc. This is my friend, Jonathan Riley."
"Nice to meet you, Jonathan" Dr. Burton said, extending his hand
in greeting.
"Can Terry stay here with us while you check me out, Dr. Burton?"
Jonathan asked.
"Sure, Son, no problem. Boy, you really got clobbered, didn't
you?" he said as he examined Jonathan's face. "I don't think there are
any broken bones but we'd better take an X- ray, just to make sure. How
did this happen, son? Sport injury?"
Jonathan looked sheepishly at Terry, reluctant to answer. Terry
answered for him.
"His father did it. He hit him!" Terry said with emotion.
"Good Lord!" said the doctor. "Son, how old are you?"
"Seventeen, almost eighteen," Jonathan said in a low embarrassed
tone.
"You ought to report this to the authorities, son. This is child
abuse," Dr. Burton.
"Son, when was the last time you had a complete physical?"
"A couple of years ago, I guess," Jonathan replied.
"Well, let's be pretty thorough today, then. Please stand up,
Jonathan and remove the gown. Are you sure you still want Terry in here
with us?" Dr. Burton asked.
Jonathan stood up and as he removed the gown he said, "Yeah, it's
ok."
Dr. Burton placed his stethoscope to the boy's chest, listening to
his breathing. He then had Jonathan turn around and repeated the
procedure on this boy's back. Not saying anything, he ran his fingers
over the remains of teeth marks on the boy's shoulder. Terry blushed,
remembering how the mark got there. Jonathan blushed, too. The doctor
then had Jonathan turn around once again. He put his fingers down beneath
the boy's balls and said, "Cough, please." Once the hernia check was
complete, the doctor said, "Now, please lie down on your back on the
examining table." Jonathan did as he was instructed.
Dr. Burton continued his examination by running his hands in
Jonathan's armpits. He then moved down to Jonathan's chest, examining the
boy's pectorals and the nipples. He moved his hands down to the stomach
area and pushed and kneaded the abdominal area. Satisfied that there was
nothing unusual, he then took Jonathan's dick into his hands and examined
the meaty protuberance closely. He did the same thing with the boy's
testicles, taking them individually into his hand and squeezing them.
Again, finding nothing amiss, he moved his hands down to the boy's legs,
examining them carefully.
"Please turn over, son." Dr. Burton said as he walked over to a
supply cabinet, extracted a rubber glove and donned it. He spread a
generous amount of lubricant on one finger and returned to the examining
table. He carefully pried Jonathan asscheeks apart, examining Jonathan's
anus and then slipped his finger up the tight hole. As he probed the
boy's prostate, Jonathan flinched but at the same time, he felt his cock
once again begin to enlarge.
"Does that hurt, son?" Dr. Burton asked.
"A little," Jonathan admitted reluctantly.
Finally, Dr. Burton removed his finger from the boy's ass and
said, "Terry, maybe you should go into the other room now."
"No, please let him stay, Dr. Burton," Jonathan pleaded.
"Well, as you wish, son. Jonathan, your anus is somewhat swollen
and bruised. It appears that your prostate is bruised also. That leads
me to believe that . . . that you've . . . ah . . . ah . . . you've
recently engaged in . . . ahem. anal intercourse. Son, did your father
cause these injuries, too?"
"Good God, no, Doctor!" Jonathan gasped in astonishment.
"Well, thank God for that, anyway! You can sit up now, son."
As Jonathan turned over and sat up, his stiffening rod became
apparent to everyone.
Jonathan blushed crimson. Dr. Burton nonchalantly reached over and
filliped the boy's dick with his finger, immediately causing it to
deflate.
"Wouldn't want Nurse Johnson to see that, Son," Dr. Burton said,
grinning. "Put your gown back on and we'll have that X-ray taken." He
pressed a button on the wall and Nurse Johnson entered.
"Nurse, take Jonathan down to the lab and have an X-ray taken of
his cheek, please."
When Nurse Johnson and Jonathan had left the room, Dr. Burton
looked over his reading glasses. Staring directly into Terry's eyes, he
asked, "Do you know how the boy's anus got that way. Did his father do
it?"
Terry straightened up and unflinchingly returning the doctor's
gaze said, "No, Dr. Burton, his father didn't do that to him. I'm the
one who's responsible for that and for the tooth marks you found on his
shoulder. Jonathan and I are lovers and he's a virgin, or rather was a
virgin and I guess I got a little carried away. And well . . . " Terry's
confidence began to leave him as his confession went on.
"Look, Son, you've known me for a long time. You know that I make
no moral judgements on my patient's behavior, sexual or otherwise, unless
I feel that it has a bearing on their health. But, next time, take it a
little easier on the poor boy, OK. And, for God's sake, I hope you used
protection!"
"Well, no, Doc, we didn't," Terry said sheepishly. "He's a virgin
and all . . . "
"Terry, you're smarter than that!" Dr. Burton growled. "We've
had this conversation before, young man! You can't take those kinds of
chances. Well, I guess we'd better test him for HIV while we're at it,"
he signed.
When Jonathan returned, Dr. Burton gave them both a lecture.
"Jonathan, Terry here admitted to me that he's the one responsible
for the battered condition of your asshole. And, he also told me that you
two have been engaging in unprotected sex! Now, I can't impress upon you
enough how incredibly stupid that is! You both should know better! Six
months from now I don't want to have to sit either of you down to tell you
that are HIV positive. For Christ's sake, use a condom! Do you hear me,
both of you?"
"Yes, Dr. Burton," both boys answered simultaneously.
"Now, chances are, neither of you has a problem with HIV. Terry,
I tested you, what, six months ago? And, you tested negative. Have you
had unprotected sex since then?"
"Yes, Dr. Burton, with Jonathan and, oh, shit, Jonathan, with Adam
at the club," Terry said looking at Jonathan as he responded.
"Wonderful," Dr. Burton said sarcastically. "Really, Terry! I
guess we'd better test you, too then. When did this happen?"
"Friday night!" Jonathan replied before Terry had a chance to.
"We'll, it's probably too soon for any HIV virus to show up but if
you've contacted any other STD's, they'll show up."
"Doc. Adam had never had anal sex before . . . as a matter of
fact, he was there with his girlfriend and he's never had gay sex before."
Terry said, with nowhere near the cockiness he displayed when they'd
entered the doctor's offices.
"So he told you! Terry, are you that naive? He could have told
you he's the man in the moon, too! Would you have believed that, too?
Son, you're gonna have to start thinking with your brain and not your
dick! And that goes for you too, Jonathan. Now, we'll take a blood
test today and then I want both of you back here in a month for another.
And, from now on, if you're gonna . . . ahem . . . please pardon my
French . . . fuck each other, for God's sake, use condoms and a
spermicide, understand!"
Nurse Johnson was summoned by Dr. Burton and she led Terry away
for his blood test. The doctor then explained to Jonathan that he
seriously doubted that Jonathan's facial injury was serious but that he
would call when he had the X-ray and blood test results. He gave Jonathan
two prescriptions, one for some analgesics for the pain and one for a
salve that would sooth the boy's bruised rectum. He gave the boy
instruction regarding the care of both injuries.
"Where do you live, son?" the doctor queried.
"Right now, I'm staying with Terry. You can reach me at his
place."
"Good, that will only require one phone call. Now, about your
father. If you want my advice, I think you out to have him arrested for
assault. That's your business. Since you're over the age of 16, I don't
have an obligation to turn him in but he shouldn't get away with this.
What caused this whole thing, anyway, son?"
"He found out that Terry and I are lovers and he couldn't deal
with having a fag for a son." Jonathan said with a resignation that was
still tinged with bitterness.
"Son, more words of advice from this old doctor. Stop referring
to yourself in such pejorative terms. You may be homosexual but I, for
one, resent the use of terms like fag' or queer.' Jonathan, you are
what God intended you to be. I don't believe you or anyone else can or
should try to change divinely ordained orientation. In short, don't be
ashamed. Hold your head up . . . you're not diseased! Well, on second
thought, let's wait for the test results before we say that!"
Jonathan was tickled by the last remark. He was laughing when
Terry rejoined them. As Jonathan dressed, left the room saying he'd
return. When Jonathan finished dressing, Terry gently took him in his
arms in a warm embrace and whispered, "I love you, Red. We're both gonna
be OK." They were still in each other arms when Dr. Burton returned.
Dr. Burton handed Terry a sample gross of lubricated condoms
containing Nonoxynol-9, saying, "Here. Use them! But, not for a while.
Let poor Jonathan heal for a couple of days."
"Does that mean no sex, Doc?" Jonathan asked with a renewed blush.
"No, Jonathan, no anal sex!" Dr. Burton said, with exasperation.
"Teenagers! Don't you ever get enough?" he chuckled . . . and secretly
wished he still had that kind of stamina!
Terry and Jonathan left the doctor's office with two
prescriptions, a gross of condoms and a note for school explaining why
Jonathan would not be in class for a week. The boys were chastened but
nevertheless, happy. With the optimism of youth, the misguided idea that
they'd live forever and that death was only for old people, they stopped
by the pharmacy on their way home. We'll have time to talk later,'
Terry said silently to himself as they drove home, holding hands.
Terry and Jonathan
A Love Story
Chapter 14
For the rest of the day, Jonathan applied cold compresses to his injured
face. That regimen along with the pain killers the doctor prescribed made
his face feel almost human . . . as long as he didn't look in the mirror. As
he reclined there in the family room, he began to get restless; well, not so
much restless as horny. The activities in the doctor's office had aroused
him but not slaked his desire. He was scheming how he was going to take care
of his problem when the phone rang. Terry answered the call and then yelled
for Jonathan to pick up the extension phone.
"Jonathan, it's Dr. Burton."
"Hi, Doc. This is Jonathan."
"I'm on the line too, Dr. Burton," Terry said.
"Well, boys, we got the results of your tests and your X-ray, Jonathan.
There's good news all around. All of the blood tests were negative on all
counts and the X-rays show there are no broken bones, Jonathan. If you're
careful and get a little rest, you should heal nicely. Did you pick up the
prescriptions?"
"Yeah, Doc."
"Good."
"Now, remember you two. I want you back here in one month for more blood
tests. I'll have my secretary call you later in the week and schedule the
appointments. Take care boys and do be careful."
Terry hung up the phone and Jonathan joined him, kissing him lightly on the
top of his head.
"Will you come upstairs and help me, Terry?"
"Help you with what?" Terry asked.
"With my medication," Jonathan replied.
"Sure, I guess so but I really don't know why you can't take a couple of
pills by yourself, Dufus." Terry said.
"You'll see, Double Dufus!"
After calling out to Jennifer to tell her where they'd be, they headed up
the stairs. This time, Jonathan got the pleasure of watch Terry's ass
undulate as he climbed the stairs. 'Ah, such a fantastic ass,' Jonathan
thought. 'And, God, how I love his legs! They're perfect. Just enough hair
to make them interesting. Arrgh!' When they reached the bedroom, Jonathan
closed the door and began to undress.
"What are you doing?" Terry asked.
"I've got to apply my medication." Jonathan said with a lewd grin.
As he continued undressing, Terry could see that the cock he loved so much
was already standing stiffly at attention, tenting out Jonathan's underwear.
"Come on now, Jonathan. You know what the doctor said. He told us to cool
it!"
"Oh, but he gave me this medication to put on my ass, remember, Double
Dufus! We must follow the doctor's orders now, mustn't we?" Jonathan teased
as he laid down on the bed.
Jonathan laid down on his back, his turgid cock stretched up toward his
navel. His pendulous nuts hung loosely between his thighs. With a wicked
grin on his face and a tube of cream in his hand, he beckoned Terry.
"Now come on, doctor's orders. You have to put this cream on my asshole.
And, since my nuts are hanging down blocking your way, I guess you'll have
to move them out of the way," he said sexily. "And, so you won't get any of
that medicine on your clothes, I think you ought to undress, too. We
wouldn't want to ruin your clothes, now, would we?"
Terry knew where this was headed and he had to admit, he wanted it too.
With no further ado, he quickly stripped naked and climbed on the bed and
stationed himself between Jonathan's thighs. Using his left hand, he shoved
the plump nuts to the side and reached up to get the cream from Jonathan.
"Hey, I still can't reach your little rosebud, Red. You'll have to lift up
your legs a bit."
"Of course, Dr. Dufus!" Jonathan replied, lifting his legs up until his
thighs touched his chest. "How's that?" he asked.
"Perfect. Now hand me the goop!"
Jonathan handed the opened tube of medicine to Terry and waited anxiously
for the treatment to begin. Terry loosened his grip on Jonathan's heavy nuts
just long enough apply a dollop of the medicine on his right index finger.
He then once again moved the boy's testicles out of the way and held them up
against the base of the boy's erect penis. Gingerly, Terry applied the
medication to the swollen anus, swirling it all around the edge of the lovely
pink pucker. Jonathan involuntarily moaned at the touch of Terry's finger on
the asshole.
"Jesus, I guess I really did get a little carried away, Babe. Your
asshole's all swollen and red," Terry said. "No wonder Dr. Burton noticed
it."
"Oh, man, keep rubbing that stuff on me. That feels so fuckin' good!"
Jonathan groaned.
"Come on now, stick some of it up my ass, Babe."
Terry let go of Jonathan's nuts and applied another gob of medicine onto his
finger. He gently poked his finger into the center of the tight button until
the first knuckle disappeared into Jonathan. Again, Jonathan involuntarily
shuddered as the slimy digit entered him. Terry pulled his finger out of the
hot steamy hole and applied more medicine to his finger and then re-entered
Jonathan's ass. This time his finger slipped all the way up to the second
knuckle. On the excuse of spreading the medication all over the boy's
insides, Terry began to twist his finger from side to side, sliding over the
boy's prostate, the hard little love button located deep in the boy's rectum.
Sparks of electricity were shooting directly from Jonathan's prostate to his
throbbing cock. He began to fuck himself on the greasy finger, squeezing the
digit and relaxing the grip of his sphincter muscle, all the while squirming
around on the bed.
Terry couldn't stand it any longer. With his finger tightly ensconced up
Jonathan's ass, he began to lick at the boy's nutsack. Soon, he began to nip
at the tightening sack, gently biting the skin. As he continued to move his
finger in Jonathan's tightly grasping asshole, Terry moved his mouth up to
the base of Jonathan's cock. He licked up and down the now glistening shaft.
Jonathan again moaned in ecstacy as the hot mouth worked over his cock from
base to tip. Copious amounts of milky love juice dripped onto the boy's hard
stomach from the red, angry- looking slit. Terry sucked up the juice that
had been deposited on his love's stomach and then moved back to the alabaster
shaft. He held it upright with his left hand and then swallowed Jonathan's
cock down to the base. Simultaneously, he began pumping his finger in and
out of Jonathan's asshole.
"Oh, yeah, finger-fuck me, Baby!" Jonathan squealed as the invading finger
began to pommel his prostate and the hot mouth suctioned his cock. He
writhed in delirious passion at the sensations he was feeling, pushing down
on the finger, trying to get more and more of it up his ass. His loins
moved involuntarily in a fucking motion as he tried to fully capture the
finger. As he moved, his cock began to fuck Terry mouth. Soon, the
momentum of the erotic feelings in his cock built until the sensations became
almost painful in their intensity. At that exquisite moment when the
tingling reached its apex, Jonathan's legs stiffened. His thighs tightened
around Terry's head and his sphincter gripped the finger pounding in his
anus, tightly holding it up against his prostate. Terry, knowing exactly
what Jonathan was feeling, wiggled his finger on the gland and swallowed the
hot cock shaft as far as it would go. Spurt after spurt of hot semen came
rushing up the shaft of Jonathan's cock and into Terry's sucking mouth.
Terry continued the manipulation of the boy's prostate until Jonathan
screamed at the agonizing pleasure erupting within him. Terry sucked and
sucked, until there was no more cum for the boy to give. With a loud, long
throaty groan, Jonathan's body relaxed, his thighs released Terry's head and
his ass loosened its grip on Terry's finger.
"Oh, fuck! Stop Terry!" Jonathan gasped. In his post orgasmic stupor, his
cock became so sensitive that Terry's sucking became painful . . . like a
thousand needles were being jabbed into the head of his dick. Terry released
the spent cock, rose up onto his knees and began to furiously stroke his own
penis. In less than a minute, in a powerful, shattering climax, he spewed
ropes of sticky, gooey cum all over Jonathan's body. He then collapsed on
the supine boy, smearing his cum between their sweaty bodies but careful not
to go near the side of Jonathan's face that had been injured.
"Oh, Red. I fucking love your cock! Your big, mean-looking, cum squirting,
fucking beautiful dick!" Terry rasped.
"Oh, fuck man, you were fantastic. I can't get enough of you up my ass,
Babe." Jonathan said. "That medication's gonna help but not soon enough! I
want your big cock up my ass!"
"Patience, love! Patience," Terry chortled as he sat up and moved opposite
Jonathan. "We've got the rest of our lives! Now, we've got other things to
talk about. I want you to know what I did this morning."
"What are you talking about?" Jonathan asked.
Terry calmly explained how he had taken over Spectrum, how he had fired
Jonathan's father and how there was a better than excellent possibility that
the elder Riley would be spending time in jail as the result of his
embezzling. Jonathan sat there stunned.
"Jesus, Terry! Oh, shit, man, you have fuckin' destroyed him!"
"Close to it."
"My only problem with all that is, now what's gonna happen to my mom. She's
gonna be left without any resources at all. What's she gonna do?"
"Hopefully, divorce the son of a bitch! Look, Jonathan, your dad's been
fucking a woman in the accounting department ever since you guys got here.
That's how he managed to skim the money. She's gonna be charged along with
your dad. I know it will be very embarrassing for you mom, but as far as she
is concerned, she's got a rich son to take care of her."
"What are you talking about, 'a rich son'?" Jonathan said dejectedly.
"Just that, my man. You are now the proverbial ' rich kid.' This morning I
created a trust for you and transferred $2 million into it. It's yours to
use however you want . . . no strings attached. Understand?" Terry said.
Jonathan, again stunned beyond words, stared at his incredible young lover.
As the reality of the situation began to sink in, his eyes filled with
tears. Unable to control his emotions, he broke into a sob and launched his
body at Terry. The boys tightly embraced and caressed each other until
Jonathan finally regained his composure.
"God, what have I ever done to deserve someone like you in my life?"
Jonathan said, wiping his tears from his own freckled cheeks and Terry's
shoulder.
"Nothing, Asshole! But, we'll work on it!" Terry laughed, giving Jonathan a
tight squeeze.
As they sat there silently holding each, they heard Jennifer calling from
down stairs. Terry unwrapped himself from Jonathan's embrace and went to the
bedroom door. As he opened it, he heard Jennifer call out,
"Hey, you guys, dinner's ready."
"Great, we're starved!" Terry yelled back down. "What are we having?"
"Something you haven't had in a long time. Polish Sausage and red cabbage!"
Both boys erupted in gales of laughter as they rummaged around for their
clothes.
"Shit," Terry giggled. "I much prefer 'Irish' sausage and big, red,
freckled 'Irish meatballs' surrounded by red pubic hair!"
Terry and Jonathan
A Love Story
Chapter 15
For the next several days, the boys' lives settled into a comfortable
routine. Jonathan stayed home nursing his wounds; Terry went to school.
Jennifer and Jay continued to care for both boys. The large bruise on
Jonathan's face improved if you call going from black and blue to black,
blue, yellow and green an improvement. Since he was very sensitive to how to
his appearance, neither of the guys felt like venturing out. There was good
news on other fronts as well. Jonathan's father had been arrested and
charged, as was his paramour. Spectrum's office continued to function
smoothly under the able guidance of Ms. Silverman. Seemingly, all was right
with the world.
Since Terry and Jonathan were not out and about, they spent most of their
time in the bedroom. Terry brought Jonathan's school assignments home and
the boys managed to keep up this the school work. And, because of their
close proximity for hours on end, there was a lot of fucking and sucking
going on in the upstairs master suite. Terry conscientiously applied the
medication to Jonathan's ravished anus once or twice a day, naturally taking
every opportunity to
work a digit or two up the willing boy's asshole. And, more than once,
Jennifer would encounter them engaged in some sort of sex play as she
delivered clean clothes and towels to the room.
"You guys better be careful!" she warned. "The damn thing's are gonna fall
off if you don't give them a rest!"
Responding to the remark, both boys playfully threw pillows at her, with
Terry saying, "You're just jealous because you're not getting as much sex as
we are!"
"Ha!" she retorted. "Little do you know! Stuck up here in the room, you
don't know what we've been doing. Jay and I may not be 18 anymore, but we
still can do it, you know! And, the kitchen table will never be the same to
us!" she laughed heartily.
After Jennifer had retreated from the room, Terry retrieved the pillows,
bringing them back to the bed. As he lay down next to his nude lover, he
gently began tracing his finger over one of Jonathan pink nipples. As the
days passed, Jonathan had became less embarrassed at being caught bare-assed
naked by the couple. He wasn't even appalled anymore when they saw him with
his dick hard.
"Have you ever seen them fucking?" Jonathan asked.
"No, they keep their activities pretty much to the guest house." Terry
replied.
"I wonder what Jay looks like naked!" Jonathan continued.
"He's not hung as well we are, at least, not according to Jennifer.
Actually, he's got a pretty nice bod. I saw him naked once when we all went
skinny-dipping. His dick wasn't hard, but it looked about four inches soft,
cut and kinda thick. But he's got really big nuts and he's hairy as all
shit," Terry explained as he continued to finger Jonathan's now erect nipple.
"I'd still like to see them fuck," Jonathan said, dreamily as Terry's touch
was beginning to get to him.
"I wouldn't hold my breath, babe." Terry replied.
As Terry continued to play with Jonathan's nipple, the boy's cock became
erect. The foreplay was getting Terry hot, too. His cock swelled to its
full extension. He leaned over and kissed the red, hard little pebble on
Jonathan's chest that he was manipulating. He kissed, licked and nipped at
it causing sexy low-throated moans to escape Jonathan's mouth. Next, Terry
moved his mouth down the boy, licking and matting the wispy red treasure
trail leading from Jonathan's belly button to his pubes. For probably the
twentieth time in the last week, he took the hard dick haloed by soft red
hair into his hand and began to lick up and down the swollen pillar, nibbling
at the flushed corona and the fold of skin just beneath it. To tease
Jonathan, he gently scraped his teeth across the sensitive head, evoking
another throaty moan and shiver of delight from the redheaded boy.
Reaching and feeling around the headboard of the bed as he continued his
oral assault on Jonathan's cock, Terry found the tube of KY jelly. He
squeezed a copious amount on his hand and brought it to his asshole. He
inserted a well-lubricated finger up his own rectum, greasing himself up.
Rising up onto his knees, he squeezed a generous amount of the jelly onto
Jonathan's already dripping cock, then used his hand to coat the puffy red
stalk.
"Man, I gotta have you up my ass, Love," Terry said. "Here, take you cock
in your hand and hold it upright, OK, Babe." Terry said as he moved his body
into position.
He straddled Jonathan's thighs and rose to his feet. He stood over the boy,
marveling at Jonathan's beauty and trembling with the thought that the hard
rod in Jonathan's hand would soon be securely planted up his ass. While
Jonathan held his steel hard cock perpendicular to his body, Terry squatted
over him. Terry felt the tip of Jonathan's cock come in contact with his
anus as he lowered his ass downward. Terry bounced a bit on his haunches,
forcing the hot poker into his asshole. Still, the only parts of their
bodies that touched were the rigid cock and slippery asshole. As Terry
further lowered his hips, Jonathan's cock completely entered Terry. The
initial burst of pain caused Terry's cock to deflate. It hung, extended but
limp between his tense thighs. Terry slowly brought his body upward causing
Jonathan's cock to slide along his sphincter muscle until it almost escaped
its hot confinement. In the nick of time, Terry squatted down once again,
forcing the hard cock back up his rectum and into contact with his prostate
gland. Balancing himself with his hands on Jonathan's rock hard abs, Terry
began to fuck himself on the boy's cock, riding the stiff shaft up and down,
feeling it slip in and out of his asshole. The friction against his
sphincter and the pressure against his prostate cause his own cock to become
rigid once more. As he bounced up and down in passion, his now rock hard
cock flopped up and down between his legs.
"Oh, fuck, Terry!" Jonathan gasped. "Your cock looks so fantastic bobbing
up and down like that. And shit, a big gob of pre-cum is swinging around,
dripping out of your slit. It looks so fucking sexy!"
"Ummmmmghhhhhh," was the only sound that escaped from Terry's lips as he
wildly fucked himself on Jonathan's cock.
For Jonathan, too, this was proving to be an exquisite fuck. Not once had
any part of Terry's body touched his. The only thing that Jonathan felt was
his hard dick entering and then, almost exiting Terry's hot, slippery tight
asshole. Terry was literally riding his cock.
Soon, Terry couldn't stand excitement any longer. His testicles shriveled
up even tighter to his body and he suddenly stiffened as a huge blast of
semen exploded from his dick and landed on Jonathan's chest. Terry jammed
his body back down as the second blast of cum erupted from his cock. With
each convulsion, Terry deliberately fucked himself back down on the hard cock
in his rectum. With each convulsion, his sphincter involuntarily tightened
around Jonathan's cock, squeezing it and forcing it to remain up against his
prostate, generating the most incredible sensations. He felt the shattering
orgasm throughout his whole body, not just in his groin. It truly seemed as
if his whole being was climaxing.
As loud moan after moan came pouring out of Terry's soul, Jonathan let loose
with a fiery orgasm of his own. Terry's tight squeezing asshole has tortured
his dick into an immense explosion of jizm. In the midst of his eruption, he
grabbed Terry by the thighs and pulled him down, shoving his penis as far as
possible up his lover's ass as squirt after squirt of milky love juice shot
from his dick. Jonathan's moans joined Terry's with the boys' intense
climaxes.
Terry collapsed onto Jonathan, his cum smearing between their chests.
Jonathan enveloped Terry in his arms and whispered in his ear, "Oh, Ter. I
love you so much. So much!" Still not recovered from his shattering orgasm,
Terry responded by merely cooing soft sounds of pleasure and contentment as
he nuzzled into the crook of Jonathan's shoulder. They remained tightly
embracing, spent cocks lying side by side on their beautiful bodies, Terry's
nutsack finally loosening and dropping down to rest on Jonathan's warm loins.
"God, Jonathan, that was most the most incredible orgasm yet" Terry quietly
said. "For a minute there, I really thought I was gonna pass out. When I
was shooting all over you, I felt like I was gonna faint it was so intense."
'Oh, I know, I felt the same way. It was like I wanted to crawl completely
into your body. I've read about people saying that cumming makes you feel
like you're connected but I wanted more than just being connected. I wanted
to be inside you, part of you. Somehow, become you. I wanted to feel what
you were feeling and have you feel what I was. Oh, man what a rush!"
As they lay there together, Terry felt Jonathan's cock once again swell into
erection up against his stomach. Without saying anything, he rolled off
Jonathan, turned his back and then spooned himself closely up against his
lover. He crooked his upper leg, giving Jonathan access to his anus.
Jonathan wrapped his arms around Terry and poked his dick between Terry's
ass cheeks and pushed his hard cock back into Terry's asshole. Lying there,
in a loving embrace, kissing and sucking on Terry's shoulder and neck and ear
lobe, Jonathan slowly, gently and lovingly fucked both of them to a second
orgasm. In the aftermath of the orgasms, the boys clung to each other.
Silently, tears of joy streamed from Jonathan lovely eyes onto Terry's neck.
"You OK, Red?" Terry asked.
"Oh, man, better than OK. I have never felt so wonderful in my whole life.
I never want this moment to end," Jonathan said as he reached up and wiped
away his tears. "I wish we could both just die, right now, together 'cause I
can't imagine how I'll every be this happy again."
"Well, I know what would make me happier!" Terry said.
"What's that, Babe?" Jonathan asked lazily
"A shower! You smell outta cum!" He laughed, jumping out of bed and
running to the bathroom. Jonathan, gathering his wits, wasn't far behind.
When he reached the bathroom, Terry was standing before the toilet pissing.
Jonathan walked up behind him, pressed his body up against his lover and
took Terry's flaccid cock in his hand. As he held the boy's dick, he could
feel the urine coursing up the shaft. He moved the hefty piece of boy meat
to and fro causing the yellow stream to splash all over the bowl. While he
was directing Terry's piss, he pushed the boy's legs slightly apart, aimed
his dick between them and also tried to piss into the porcelain bowl.
Because of his positioning, his aim wasn't very good. Terry felt the warm
piss splashing up against his hanging testicles and then splashing on the rim
of the bowl and onto his legs.
"Hey, asshole, watch out! You're pissing all over everything!" Terry
blurted out.
"Don't worry, man, I'll clean it up."
"You better! But, I'll help because I have to admit, it feels kinda neat,
having you piss on my balls," Terry giggled.
The boys cleaned up the bathroom then hopped into the shower together. They
bathed each other from head to toe, even shampooing each other's hair. They
held each other tightly under the cascading water, neither wanting the
happiness and contentment they were feeling go away. Eventually, their
bodies as clean as they possibly could be, they got out of the shower and
dried themselves off. Soon, they were lying once again on the bed, Jonathan
on his stomach, Terry with a medicined finger up Jonathan's ass.
"Your pucker's looking a lot better, Red. It's not anywhere near as swollen
as it was. It won't be long before I'll be able to give you some decent
lovin', my dear!"
"I can hardly wait," Jonathan said, rolling over onto his back.
Terry lovingly kissed the soft cock nestled between the boy's leg then rose
from the bed and went to his dresser. Terry followed and both rummaged
through the drawers for some clean clothes. The dressed and went down stairs
to see if they could find something to munch on. Sex takes it out of one,
especially as passionately as they had performed the sacred act and both guys
were hungry once again.
The boys scrambled downstairs, jostling and wrestling each other for
position all the way down and into the kitchen, where they encountered Jay
and Jennifer. Jay was dressed only in shorts as he had just finished
cleaning the swimming pool and Jacuzzi.
"Geez, it sounded like a herd of elephants coming down the stairs, you
guys!" Jennifer said. Then she said, "I guess I'd better go up and change
the sheets, huh? We heard you all the way down here! I thought you were
gonna do your homework!"
"Got anything to eat? We're starving. You know, we're poor, starving,
growing teenage boys!" Terry said, with a doleful look on his handsome face.
"Yeah, sure! Knowing you two, I've made some appetizers to hold you guys
over until dinner's ready. As a matter of fact, they should be almost
done," she said, moving toward the oven. When she was half way there, the
oven timer dinged. She opened the door and took out a baking sheet covered
with stuffed mushrooms.
"Oh, I love those things," Terry said enthusiastically.
"Mushrooms?" Jonathan said skeptically.
"Man, you a gotta try them. I guarantee you'll love them. They're really
great! and they'll put lead in the little pencil of yours!" Terry leered as
he approached Jennifer.
"Terry! Let them cool a little! You'll burn your tongue" Jennifer said,
slapping his hand away.
"God, heaven forbid!" Jonathan said, giving Terry a shove.
"Hey, you guys. Jonathan wants to watch you two fuck!" Terry said with an
evil grin.
Jonathan blushed furiously as did Jennifer and Jay.
"Oh, Christ, Terry!" Jonathan gasped, completely appalled by what Terry had
just blurted out.
"Not fucking likely, you perverts," Jay laughed.
The four of them then attacked the stuffed mushrooms.
Terry and Jonathan
A Love Story
Chapter 16
As the days passed, Jonathan's injuries healed nicely. By the end of
the week, the swelling that puffed up his beautiful face was completely gone.
The discoloration, first black and blue, then black, blue, green and yellow,
faded. He now looked like the Jonathan of old . . . pale white skin, carmine
hair, pale green eyes, a freckled pug nose . . . the All Irish-American boy.
The other injured parts of his body were also healing. The tooth
marks that Terry had inflicted on his shoulder during their passionate,
almost violent lovemaking had receded and his bruised and swollen anus was
now almost back to normal. Neither boy allowed that to interfere with
Terry's administration of 'medicine' to the pink pucker. Twice a day, like
clockwork, Terry wormed his fingers up Jonathan's willing asshole.
Since the visible evidence of Jonathan's confrontation with his
father was gone, Jonathan returned to school. His first concern was whether
or not his tuition had been paid. He checked in with the business office to
determine his status. He was assured that the tuition for the current
semester was paid in full and that he need not worry. He submitted a change
of home address to the Registrar, giving Terry's address as his own. This
bit of information caused a raising of the eyebrow of the Registrar.
"Is this a permanent change, Jonathan?" the Registrar said archly.
"At least for the time being. My mother has gone up north to stay
with my aunt for a while and my father is otherwise occupied at the moment,"
Jonathan replied, looking the woman straight in the eye.
"Yes, we've heard about his difficulties. We're so sorry, young
man," she said with a hint of condescension.
"He's only getting what he deserves," was Jonathan retort as he left
the office.
Jonathan made his way to class. He was greeted by his teachers and
his friends. At lunch time, he hooked up with Terry and they left campus
together with several members of the swim team. They headed to a local diner
for something to eat. The six healthy, handsome young men sat together and
ordered the usual teenage fare . . . cheeseburgers, fries, cokes. Finally,
the subject that was on several of the boy's minds came up.
"Hey, Jonathan. I was sorry to hear about your dad," said Sam. "I
tried calling you but there wasn't any answer at your house. I drove by to
see if you were ok, too but no body was home," he continued.
"I appreciate that, Sam. My mom's out of town and I have no idea
where my dad is," Jonathan responded.
"Where have you been staying?" Sam asked.
"I've been staying with a friend," Jonathan replied.
"Oh, really?" Sam said with a knowing smile.
"No, oh Riley," Terry chimed in trying to change the subject.
The reality of his situation was closing in on Jonathan. Eventually,
his friends would find out what had happened to him and that he was now
living with Terry. While mustering up his courage for true confession time,
he glanced at Terry. He could see the love and concern on Terry' face and
his decision was made for him. He looked Sam directly in the eye.
"Alright. I might as well tell you what the situation is 'cause
you'll find out eventually anyway. My old man beat the shit out of me and
threw me out of the house," Jonathan confessed.
"Jesus Christ, Jonathan. What the hell happened?" Alan, another
member of the team asked incredulously.
"He found out something that I'd been hiding from him and freaked.
He just didn't know how to deal with it," Jonathan responded.
"Holy shit! What the fuck did you do to get him so mad at you?" Sam
asked.
Terry had remained silent through the whole exchange. He didn't know
where Jonathan was going with this but silently prayed that Jonathan knew
what he was doing. It was one thing for Terry to be out of the closet, but
he wasn't sure than Jonathan was really ready for this kind of disclosure.
"Damn, I wonder where the in hell the food is," Terry piped up,
giving Jonathan a cautionary look, again trying to change the direction of
the conversation. "I'm really hungry and we've got to get back to school!"
Jonathan looked directly at Terry, gratitude in his eyes. But,
Jonathan was determined to stop living a lie.
"It's OK, Terry," he said. Then he said, "Guys, I'm living at
Terry's place now! No, let me rephrase that. I'm living with Terry now!" he
asserted, then reached over and took Terry's hand in his.
The four other boys stared in silence and astonishment. Several
minutes passed. The waitress finally began serving their lunches which
somewhat eased the tension at the table.
Jonathan was determined not to let the subject drop, however. He had gone
this far and he wanted to make sure that there was no misunderstanding on the
part of his teammates.
"Look, you guys. I don't know any other way of saying this, and I
hope it doesn't freak you guys out but Terry and I are now 'a couple.' I
never planned this and I sure as hell never thought it would happen, but I'm
in love with him and he's in love with me. Yeah, we're a couple of faggots,
OK!" Gazing over at Terry with tears welling up in his eyes, "I've never
been so fuckin' happy in my whole life."
"No shit?" was all that Sam could say. The other three boys sat
there in stunned silence. Then Sam said, "Hey, man, whatever turns your
crank!" and dived into his sandwich.
The boys ate in silence for a while. Finally, the silence was
interrupted by Alan.
"Geez, I knew that Terry was a fag but I sure didn't know you were
too. You don't look queer!"
Exasperated, Terry responded, "Alan, just what the hell is a gay
supposed to look like?"
"Well, you know, all girly and shit!" Alan said
"You are such an asshole, Alan," Sam said. "Does Terry look 'all
girly' to you?"
"Well, no but you know what I mean." Alan said defensively.
Since the boys were almost through eating, the conversation died
down. After paying the bill, they piled into their cars and drove back to
the campus. Once in the car, Terry reached over and pulled Jonathan to him.
He tenderly kissed his lover on the lips in full view of everyone in diner
parking lot.
"That took a lot of nerve, Red. Are you sure you made the right
decision?" Terry said looking deeply into Jonathan's eyes.
"I love you, Terry. That's one thing I know for sure. I don't seem
to know much of anything else these days. Was it a mistake? Hell, who
knows? I have no idea of what's gonna happen now and I really don't care as
long as you're there by my side. I just couldn't stand the thought of us
going around like we didn't mean anything to each other."
The boys parked their cars in the school parking lot and went their
separate ways. The six of them did not get together as a group until swim
practice that afternoon. The practice was spirited and when it was over,
Jonathan's body felt the week of inactivity. As he stood under a hot shower,
Terry reached over and massaged his love's shoulders.
Alan stood under the shower head opposite the two boys. Not the
brightest of the group, even he knew that the dynamics of the relationships
on the team had changed as the result of Jonathan's confession. If the scene
taking place before his eyes had happened the week before, he wouldn't have
given it a second thought. Now, watching a naked Terry give the equally
naked Jonathan a massage brought many questions to his mind. Questions like
. . . 'I wonder if they're gonna bone up right here?' he thought. 'I wonder
what they do to each other? I wonder what it feels like?' Being a virgin,
nothing had ever touched his dick except his own right hand.
Jonathan luxuriated under the hot water and Terry's touch. As Terry
massaged his shoulders under the cascading water, Jonathan too realized that
things were different. By acknowledging his homosexuality to himself and to
other guys on the team, the way he looked at other people was changed. Alan,
for instance. He took a long look at the boy showering across from him. For
the first time, he saw Alan in a sexual context. 'He really is a cute guy'
Jonathan admitted to himself . . . again for the first time. Alan was about
six feet, two inches tall. He weighed a slender 165 pounds. His burr-cut
hair was dark brown with auburn highlights. Hair of the same color sprinkled
the area between his pectoral muscles. A treasure trail of dark hair reached
from his navel to the thick bush of pubic hair. His long, thin yet muscular
legs were thickly furred with the same brown hair. As the boy turned around
under the shower, Jonathan saw that Alan's ass was also sprinkled with the
downy brown hair, his ass crack dark with sodden hair. As Alan bent over to
wash his legs and feet, Jonathan took particular interest in the boy's anus
but the view was obliterated by the thick thatch of crack hair.
Alan's best feature were his nuts. He sported huge, low hanging
testicles. They drooped about an inch and a half below his dangling uncut
cock which was a respectable four or five inches soft. The combination of
Terry's soft hands kneading his shoulders and the spectacle of the handsome
boy laving his privates caused a stirring in Jonathan's loins. Jonathan's
own cock began to tingle and lengthen. The physical change in Jonathan's
genitals did not go unnoticed by Alan.
Jonathan, embarrassed by his involuntary reaction to the boy across
the way, abruptly turned to Terry and said, "Let's get out of here!" He
turned off the water and walked back to the locker area, thinking of every
thing he possibly could to make his cock deflate. All it eventually took was
imagining his father's face before him. That fleeting image immediately
solved his problem.
While Jonathan wrestled with his thoughts, mixed emotions swirled
through Alan's mind. He was somewhat repulsed by the thought that gays like
Jonathan and Terry might view him as a sex object, yet at the same time, he
found it strangely pleasurable. Alan had never before thought of himself as
a sex object. His image of himself was that of a gangly, skinny youth no
one would ever find attractive. But, there it was. He could see Jonathan's
dick was actually getting hard while he looked at Alan showering. The most
disturbing thought Alan had was that he wondered what Jonathan's dick looked
like with a hard on. Alan shuddered, trying to drive that bothersome thought
from his consciousness.
Jonathan and Terry were almost dressed when Alan returned to the
locker room. Jonathan was grateful that his unmanageable dick was covered by
several layers of clothing. Still, he was unable to totally divert his
attention from Alan's body. As Alan toweled his hair, Jonathan eyes again
scanned the boy's body. He noticed that Alan's cock appeared to be somewhat
larger than it had been in the shower, the boy's foreskin now pulled
partially back over his cock's plum-shaped head. And, his meaty nuts were
more tightly pulled up against his body.
Shaken, Jonathan said, "Terry, you ready? Alan, see you tomorrow."
"Yeah, sure. See you guys," Alan replied as the two boys walked out
of the locker room.
Jonathan's interest in Alan did not escape Terry's notice. Being
more self-assured than his lover made it easier for him accept the inevitable
. . . there were millions of attractive guys in this world and, being a
healthy, red blooded young man, Jonathan was as susceptible to their charms
as anyone else. Terry reflected on his own actions at the dance club the
week before. Hadn't he willingly and pleasurably fucked the crap out of
Adam? 'You bet I did!' he thought.
"Alan's cute, isn't he?" Terry said as they walked to the car.
'Jesus, he can read my mind,' Jonathan thought in a panic before
responding with, "Yeah, he is. He's got the biggest nuts I've ever seen.
Funny thing, though, is this is the first time I noticed that."
"Well, Red, your thinking's all of a sudden being affected by your
orientation. For so long you've denied what you felt that you'd never let
yourself think that way about another guy. Now you're letting yourself go.
I think that's great."
"Let's go home and fuck then!" Jonathan giggled. "My asshole's just
twitching for your cock!"
Back in the empty shower room, Alan continued to think about Jonathan
and Terry. He had to admit, the two boys really were good looking. 'Shit,'
he thought, 'that fuckin' Terry is really handsome, beautiful actually. His
face is prettier than most of the girls in school.' And, Jonathan, with that
red hair. He's really a hot looking guy! I almost wish I could see them
fucking each other. That would really be something!' As these thoughts
crossed his mind, Alan started to really bone up. In an instant, his dick
was standing straight out from his body. His foreskin, now completely
retracted, rested behind the head of an eight inch, thick, straight
cock. 'Man, I'd better get dressed before someone sees me like this,' he
thought in a panic and quickly slipped on his Calvins. The massive bulge in
the underwear was unmistakable so he quickly pulled on his Levis. 'Fuck,
what's with me, anyway?' he questioned himself.
Terry and Jonathan
A Love Story
Chapter 17
Once the boys returned home, they were met by an agitated Jennifer.
She explained that an emergency had come up at her parent's house and that
she and Jay would have to take off again immediately. Once assured that
Terry wouldn't mind, she went into the kitchen and called home.
"Free at last, free at last, Great God Almighty, we're free at last."
Terry shouted at her departing figure.
"Up yours, Terry," she laughed.
"Speaking of up mine . . . ," Jonathan said with a leer. "When will
yours be?"
"Be what?" Terry responded feigning a lack of understanding.
"Up mine, you ninny!" Jonathan retorted.
"Whenever you want it, you horny bastard," Terry said.
The boys walked upstairs to what was now referred to as 'their
bedroom' or 'the boy's bedroom.' Terry headed straight for the bathroom to
relieve himself. Jonathan began to undress. Jonathan was really getting
into the nudity thing. As he became more comfortable in his new
surroundings, Jennifer and Jay saw him naked as much as they did Terry. By
the time Terry was through pissing, Jonathan was completely naked, hard and
lying on their bed. Terry walked over and kissed Jonathan on the mouth and
then moved down and enveloped the hard cock in his mouth.
"You'll have to take care of that by yourself, Red," Terry said,
after withdrawing his mouth from Jonathan's dick. "I've got some business to
take care of right now, OK"
"Sure, Babe, do what you have to do," Jonathan said with
disappointment in his voice.
Jonathan watched Terry leave the room. As the boy exited, Jonathan
once again appreciated the bulge evident in the crotch of the tight khakis he
wore, then the delicate curve of Terry's ass and the way the material hugged
those gorgeous buttocks, almost but not quite insinuating itself up the boy's
asscrack. The sight made Jonathan's dick pulse. He closed his eyes and
reached down between his legs. He took his weighty testicles into his left
hand and his stiff cock into his right. Still slippery from Terry's saliva,
he began to stroke his hand up and down the full length of the alabaster
shaft making sure that when his fist reached the top of his cock that his
fingers caressed the ultra-sensitive spot just beneath the corona. As he
continued to stroke, he squeezed his dick, forcing pre-cum to escape from his
piss slit. He smeared the boy juice over the head of his cock, mingling it
with Terry's spit.
Jonathan started his jack off fantasy thinking of Terry's body; the
lovely ass, the long powerful legs, the long, straight circumcised cock with
the almost perfect helmet shaped head, the pendulous almost hairless nuts
that hung down below the object of his lust. He recalled how it felt having
his cock enter Terry's slippery pucker, the feel of his love's legs draped
over his shoulders as he moved his hard cock in and out of Terry's asshole.
Jonathan's left hand released its grip on his nuts and felt further down, his
finger tracing the outlines of his puffy asshole. Oh, it felt so wonderful.
As he stroked his cock with greater urgency, the image in his mind
subtly changed to the likeness of his friend Alan. He envisioned that long,
lanky body with the humongous nuts swaying back and forth as Alan moved, the
thick uncut cock swinging in concert with the low hanging nuts. Jonathan
remembered how the boy's dick looked when he had come out of the showers, how
the tip of Alan's cock peeked out from the stretched foreskin. As these
images cascaded through his mind, the sensation in his own cock multiplied to
an almost unbearable lever. Involuntarily anticipating his climax, he
squeezed his testicles, stiffened his legs and shot a load of warm cum all
the way up to his shoulder. He continued stroking the head of his cock as
that ejaculation was followed by several smaller gushes. Soon, his chest
stomach and pubes were covered with his teenage cum. More milky white cream
trailed down his softening cock and over his fist. When his rapid breathing
returned to a more normal state, Jonathan brought his hand to his mouth and
licked up his jism. He then scooped the cum from his chest and stomach and
brought that to his mouth also. His next move was to rise from the bed and
go into the bathroom where he pissed and cleaned the remaining cum from his
pubic hair.
Figuring that Jen and Jay had already left, Jonathan walked
downstairs naked. Much to his surprise, Jen was still in the kitchen.
"Go put some clothes on, Jonathan!" Jen barked. "You think I enjoy
watching you parade around here naked all the time?" she said.
"Geez, Jen, I'm sorry. I thought you were gone already," Jonathan
stuttered, surprised at the angry tone of Jennifer's voice.
Jennifer, looking at the stricken Jonathan, began to cry. She slowly
walked over and took the confused boy in her arms, giving him a platonic
squeeze.
"Oh, Jonathan, I'm sorry. I really didn't mean that. It's just that
I'm so upset. My folks got into an automobile accident and I'm worried.
Really, I don't mind seeing you naked. How could I? You're absolutely
beautiful."
"I understand, Jen. Is there anything I can do?" Jonathan asked.
"No, we just got to get going and get home." Jennifer said.
Soon, they heard Jay's voice coming from the yard. "Come on, Jen,
let's go!"
Jonathan watched as Jennifer left the house to join her husband. He
went back up to the bedroom and grabbed his backpack. While waiting for
Terry to return, he figured he would start on his homework. As he was
walking back down the stairs, the phone rang. On answering it, he heard his
mother's voice. As they talked, he learned that his mom was planning on
staying up north for the time being and that she had decided to file for
divorce. She asked Jonathan to move up north with her. She voiced concern
that she wouldn't be able to provide any funds for him if he stayed in Los
Angeles.
"Mom, it's not that I don't love you and don't want to be with you,
but for now I'd like to stay right where I am. I really love Terry and he's
offered to let me stay as long as I want. He has a couple here, Jennifer and
Jay, who take care of the place and look after us, so you don't have to
worry. And, you don't have to worry about money anymore, either. Terry's
taken care of that!"
Jonathan explained about the trust fund. He also explained the
events that had transpired at Spectrum Entertainment and with her husband.
"No wonder they won't let me take anything out of our checking
account," Mrs. Riley said. "They said it was frozen."
"Mom, I'll send you some money right away," Jonathan said.
As the boy and his mother were talking, Terry walked back into the
house. He walked up and wrapped his arms around his lover and kissed
Jonathan on the back of the neck.
"Mom, Terry just walked in. Huh? Oh, sure," Jonathan said into the
receiver. "Here, Babe, she wants to talk to you," handing the phone to
Terry.
"Hi, Mrs. Riley. I'm really sorry about what's happened. I just
want you not to worry about anything. Jonathan's fine and I love having him
here with me. And, I want you to know that you've got nothing to worry
about. I've already told my lawyers that I was concerned about you and
they're standing by ready to help you in any way they can."
Acknowledging her thanks, Terry said, "You're very welcome, Mrs.
Riley. Now, I'll give the phone back to Jonathan. Remember, don't worry
about anything, OK?"
Jonathan and his mom continued the call as Terry went into the
kitchen and got a coke from the refrigerator. Shortly, Jonathan came in.
"Terry, I don't know how I'll ever be able to thank you. You've been
so fantastic to us."
Taking Jonathan in his arms once more and looking him dead in the
eye, he said, "Hey, Red, no big deal. I guess in a way I'm responsible for
what's happened . . . but, not entirely. That gorgeous ass of yours had a
lot to do with it!" he said as he kissed Jonathan.
When they broke the kiss, Terry said, "I've been thinking. Maybe we
ought to throw a 'coming out party' for you this weekend. You know, invite a
bunch of people from school over for a bash. What do you think of that
idea?"
"That might be fun!" Jonathan responded excitedly then, more
cautiously said, "You think they'll come?"
"Hell, yes. Most of them have been dying to see this place anyway."
"Let's do it!"
For the rest of the evening, between bouts of homework, the boys
planned the party. They decided on whom to invite . . . the swim team and
other school acquaintances, both male and female. Terry suggested they
invite Adam, the boy from the club and Jonathan readily agreed. Terry
decided on who was going to cater the event and what was going to be served.
The fare was to include barbequed burgers and steaks, pizza, a five-foot
hero sandwich, hors d'oeuvres, soft drinks, juices and naturally beer. Teen
food! The beer wasn't a problem since Terry had cases of the stuff in the
wine cellar.
"But, some rules, OK?" Terry said. "No dope, and no one gets
shitfaced! If anyone starts getting drunk, they get cut off!"
"Sounds good to me! I sure as shit don't want to have to clean up
anybody's barf or have someone get killed going home," Jonathan said.
After they had completed their homework and the party plans, the
boy's settled down in front of the television in each other's arms. They
watched a couple of their favorite shows and then Terry yawned.
"Jesus, we're like an old married couple. Ready to hit the sack,
Freckles?" Terry asked.
"Yeah, I think so."
Terry and Jonathan closed up the house and retreated to their
bedroom. After brushing their teeth, they climbed into bed, once again
settling comfortably in each other's arms.
"Hey, Red."
"What?"
"Still want it 'up yours'?" Terry asked as he felt his cock swelling.
"Oh, yeah, Babe," Jonathan replied.
With that said, Terry rolled Jonathan over onto his stomach and
gently entered him. It was a short fuck compared to their usual trysts but
nevertheless exciting and satisfying for both. After cleaning each other up
they went back to bed and soundly and contentedly slept until the alarm
sounded the next morning.
Terry and Jonathan
A Love Story
Chapter 18
What was left of the week passed in a trice. It was finally the day
of Jonathan's 'coming out' party. Since Jennifer and Jay were gone for most
of the week, Terry hired a company to come in and thoroughly clean the house.
Jonathan was startled when he came downstairs that morning to see two
beautiful young men, stark naked, cleaning the house. Terry had hired the
nude housekeepers on a lark, having seen their advertisement in a gay
throwaway newspaper.
So far, they were doing a completely acceptable job . . . and the view was
pleasant too!
"What's this?" Jonathan said when he encountered Terry in the
kitchen.
"Nude housekeepers!" Terry giggled. "Isn't it incredible? I saw
their ad in Frontiers."
"You are out of your fucking mind!" Jonathan laughed, kissing Terry.
At five o'clock on the dot, the caterers arrived. Since the house
cleaners were still hard at it, a few raised eyebrows were seen on the
catering crew. Terry noticed that the reaction of the caterers was mixed.
Some did their best to ignore the situation, others openly ogled the naked
young men. The crew began to set up serving tables in the house and on the
patio. The barbeque on the patio was readied, coolers set up and stocked
with soft drinks and beer. Appetizer trays were brought in and refrigerated,
ready to be popped into the oven at a moment's notice. Decorations were
placed around the house. Before long, everything was ready.
The cleaning crew finished cleaning just about the same time as the
caterer finished setting up. The two young men dressed and prepared to
leave. Terry took them aside, paid them handsomely in cash and arranged to
have them return the next day to clean up the party debris. The majority of
the caterers left, leaving only a crew to man the barbecue, present and serve
the appetizers and the food and valets to take care of parking the cars.
Terry and Jonathan retreated to their bedroom to get ready for the party.
After showering, shaving, and brushing their teeth, the boys dressed. While
dressing, Jonathan showed his nervousness about the evening.
"Damn, Terry, what if no one shows up?" he asked nervously.
"Don't worry, Red. This is the social event of the season. I
guarantee it will be crowded as all hell."
Around eight thirty, guests began arriving. Adam, without Jessica,
was one of the first to arrive. As he bashfully talked with Jonathan and
Terry, both remembered how remarkably pretty this boy was. His long brown
hair was pulled back into a pony tale. His dark brown eyes sparkled with
excitement. He was dressed in loose fitting jeans and an expensive looking
sport shirt. His stocking-less feet were shod in Birkenstock sandals.
"Hey, guys, thanks for inviting me. Shit, everything looks really
cool. You guys must be really rich to throw a bash like this. Where are
your folks?" he asked.
Terry explained the living situation to Adam and then both left to
greet other arrivals. By nine o'clock, the house was full of happy,
gregarious teenagers. Loud rock music blared from speakers located all over
the house. At first, the kids just milled around talking. Soon, food was
being served, drinks consumed, the caterers making sure that there was never
a shortage of food and drink. A few venturesome couples began to dance and
before long, everyone at the party was dancing. Occasionally, the
unmistakable odor of marijuana, mingling with cigarette smoke, wafted through
the air. Terry did his best to discourage the dope usage and generally got
his point across without offending anyone. The party went strong until about
1:00 a.m. when the crowd began to thin. The friends paid their respects to
Terry and Jonathan as they left, most commenting that it was the best party
they had ever attended. Several hugged Jonathan and wished him well, knowing
full well that this party was designed to introduce him and Terry to the
school as a couple.
By one thirty, the only people remaining were Terry, Jonathan, Adam
and surprisingly, Alan. Terry sent the caterer's home. The four boys sat
around the living room talking until Jonathan stood up and declared, "I'm
gonna go sit in the Jacuzzi for a while."
"But, I don't have a swim suit," Alan said apprehensively.
"You don't need one here, Alan." Jonathan assured the slightly
blitzed but nevertheless nervous young man.
Jonathan quickly stripped naked and made a dash for the patio and the
waiting Jacuzzi.
"You guys go ahead. I want to clean up a little," Terry said.
"I'll help you, Terry," Adam said.
Alan, now facing a big decision, decided to go out to the patio. He
undressed in the shadows of the patio and waited until Jonathan was dunking
his head in to water to enter the hot bubbling water. Terry, with Adam
helping, moved around the house, picking up whatever trash they found that
would attract vermin. After about ten minutes they ended up in the kitchen.
Jonathan was sitting in the hot tub so that he had a view of the house, Alan
sitting directly across from him. As Jonathan looked into the house, he saw
Terry and Adam embrace. A pang of jealousy stabbed at his heart as he took
in the sight.
In the kitchen, Terry pulled Adam close and nuzzled his neck. Adam
reacted by pressing his crotch into Terry's. Terry then pulled the boy's
face close and kissed him on the lips. Adam moaned in lust and ground his
hardened cock into Terry's crotch. Terry broke the embrace, then reached
over and began to undress the boy. He removed Adam's shirt, then unzipped
the boy's jeans and let them and his boxer short drop to the floor. Soon,
Adam was as naked as he had been at the club. Terry then removed his own
clothes and taking Adam by the hand, led him out to the patio. The boys
separated as they neared the steaming pool. Terry entered the pool on
Jonathan's left, Adam on Jonathan's right. Alan involuntarily gulped as he
saw that both boys sported raging hard ons as they entered the water. Once
in the pool, Terry reached over and kissed Jonathan on the mouth, seemingly
an attempt to reassure Jonathan that whatever transpired that night, he,
Terry, loved Jonathan with all his heart.
Alan was in a state of panic. Here he was, totally naked in a hot
tub with three good- looking guys. His own cock was also hard as a rock
between his legs. He jumped when he felt Jonathan's foot reached up between
his leg and rub up against his bulging cock. The combination of booze, the
hot water and his own excitement at the situation made him lightheaded. At
about that moment, Jonathan rose up out of the water and moved to the side of
the Jacuzzi where Alan was seated. Alan was mesmerized by the large,
pulsating cock that jutted from Jonathan's groin. Jonathan sat next to Alan
and reached his hand down and began to manipulate Alan's big cock, stroking
the foreskin back and forth over the head of the boy's cock.
Overwhelmed with these unfamiliar sensations, Alan moaned. Soon, he heard
Terry say something but in his disorientation, he didn't understand what had
been said.
As Terry, Adam and Jonathan all rose, Terry said gently, "Come on,
Alan, let's get out of the hot tub."
Alan then rose, too, his large fat cock sticking straight out from
his body. His incredible nuts, softened by the hot water, smacked against
his thighs as he got out of the water. Numbly, he followed the other boys
into the house and up the stairs. When they arrived at the top of the
stairs, it finally occurred to him that this may be when he lost his
virginity and he wasn't quite convinced he wanted this to happen. As they
entered the bedroom, Jonathan, sensing his discomfort, gently put his arm
around the boy and directed him away from the bed to the sofa that lined one
wall. Finally, he said to Alan, "Let's just sit here for a while, OK,
Alan?"
Terry and Adam advanced to the bed and climbed on it. They
immediately embraced, Terry lying on top of Adam as the boy spread his legs
in acceptance. They kissed for a few moments, tightly embracing. Soon,
Terry began to kiss his way down Adam's body. He sucked on Adam's neck, then
moved down to begin working his magic on the boy's already hard nipples.
Terry took one of the hard nipples into his mouth and sucked. His hand was
busy torturing the other nipple, pinching and squeezing the hard pebble as
his teeth tormented the one. With Adam moaning in ecstasy, Terry moved down
and began to lick Adam's pulsating cock, which by now was dripping copious
amounts of pre-cum. Terry's mouth enveloped Adam's cock, swallowing the
boy's shaft all the way down to his soft brown pubic hair. Coming back up
the pillar, he flicked his tongue around the head of the boy's dick, again
sucking up the dripping pre-cum. Once finished with that, he gently lifted
Adam's legs and began licking the boy's nuts, laving them with his tongue.
He slowly pushed Adam's legs higher and let his tongue traverse Adam's
asscrack, finally resting his tongue on the quivering asshole nestled there.
Alan was almost hyperventilating as he watched the sexy performance
before him. So enthralled was he with what was transpiring on the bed that
he almost forgot that an equally handsome young man sat next to him, ripe for
the taking. At that moment, also turned on by what was happening on the bed,
Jonathan would have liked nothing better that to have Alan's cock planted up
his ass. Jonathan reached over and once again began to stroke Alan's cock.
Alan flinched at the touch and then blurted out, "Jonathan, I've never done
anything like this before!"
"Well, man, it's not much different if a girl was doing it to you."
Jonathan said.
"Jonathan, I've never been with a girl. I've never been with
anybody!" Alan said, blushing.
"No big deal, babe, just relax and enjoy it. You don't have to do
anything. I'll take care of it all!" Jonathan cooed as he bent over than
took the head of the boy's dick into his mouth. Jonathan then proceeded to
give Alan the blow job of a life time as the star struck boy watched Terry
grease up his cock, then slide it up Adam's asshole. Adam moaned in pleasure
as Terry's cock hit his prostate and Alan moaned in pleasure as his cock hit
the back of Jonathan's throat. Never having swallowed so large a cock caused
Jonathan's gag reflex to start. The combination of the hot mouth surrounding
his cock and the squeezing he felt when gag reflex kicked in, caused Alan to
begin his orgasm. He shot load after load into Jonathan's mouth,
experiencing a climax like none he had ever experienced before.
On the bed, Terry began to really pound his cock up Adam's ass. The
bed rocked violently as he jammed his cock in and out of the writhing boy,
riding him like a stallion rides a mare. Adam mouthed incoherent sounds as
his rectum was being pummeled. An occasional "oh, fuck me, Terry!" could be
deciphered from the sounds erupting from the boy. Terry was in such a state
of sexual ecstacy that he wasn't any more coherent. He gasped and moaned as
his cock plunged into Adam's body.
After swallowing the boy's load, Jonathan took Alan by the hand and
pulled him to his feet. Alan's cock was still as hard as steel, even after
the gigantic orgasm he had just experienced. Terry led him to the bed and
lay down, pulling Alan on top of him. Jonathan took the tube of KY jelly and
liberally greased his asshole. He then slicked a gob onto Alan's cock and
said, "OK, Baby, now it your turn. Fuck me, man! But a take it slow with
that horse cock of yours."
Alan, more excited that he had ever been in his life, slowly pressed
head of his dick up against Jonathan's anus. Ever so slowly, he pressed
forward until the head of his dick popped through Jonathan's sphincter.
Jonathan moaned in a combination of pain and pleasure and squeezed the
muscles of his asshole around the invading penis. "Shove it in, Alan!" he
gasped.
Alan, now totally in control of his senses, did exactly that. He moved his
body forward in a quick move. His cock sunk completely into Jonathan's ass,
his humongous nuts slapping up against Jonathan's buttocks. "Now, fuck me,
goddamn it!" Jonathan cried in ecstacy.
As the virginal Alan began making the universal fucking movements,
his inexperienced cock momentarily pulled out of Jonathan's ass . . .
momentarily because he shoved it back in immediately, again causing a
paroxysm of pain and pleasure course though Jonathan's body. He then began a
steady plunging in and out of Jonathan's ass, ravishing the orifice that
greedily squeezed and grasped his penis. The pillaging of Jonathan's asshole
lasted long after Terry and Adam had exploded in their climaxes. Both boys
watched in amazement as Terry took the humongous cock up his ass, his legs
dangling and flopping over Alan's shoulders like they were Raged Andy's; his
eyes closed, mouth agape in ecstacy.
"Fuck him, Alan," Terry shouted at the boy
Alan, as he was again reaching climax, reached out and took
Jonathan's head in his hands and pulled Jonathan's body forward. Using this
leverage, he really slammed his dick up Jonathan's ass. After several more
plunges, he exploded in orgasm, gush after gush of cum spurting up his thick
nine inch cock and into Jonathan's bowels. When the grip of the orgasm
lessened, he gently let Jonathan lie back on the bed. Cum was splattered all
over Jonathan's heaving chest. It was then that the three boys realized
that Jonathan, too, had climaxed during the violent fuck.
Terry and Jonathan
A Love Story
Chapter 19
Alan was the first to awaken the morning after the party. His head
ached, the taste in his mouth reminded him of what it would taste like if the
Albanian army had trudged through it their week-old socks. Oh, man! His
first genuine, bonafide hangover. And, he was somewhat disoriented. Where
was he and who was this guy he had wrapped in a bear hug. Then he remembered
what had transpired the night before. He had experienced sex! And the guy
was Adam, Terry and Jonathan's friend. Oh, man, what a night!
Alan turned his head slightly, looking over Adam's slumbering body.
There next to them on the bed he saw Terry and Jonathan, asleep but tightly
wrapped in a lover's embrace. To his mind's eye, nothing could have been
more beautiful than these two guys holding each other. He knew now that even
though they had willingly experienced sex with others, they were desperately
in love with each other.
As he was contemplating the events of the previous evening, his cock
began to thicken and engorge with blood. He couldn't believe what he was
feeling. Here he was, lying in bed with a guy he had just met, yet he felt
an overwhelming love and attraction to this stranger. At about the time that
he was sporting a full-blown erection, Adam shifted his body, pulling away
from Alan. Alan reached over and again wrapped his arms around the sleeping
brown haired boy. Adam's luxurious hair felt so soft against his cheek.
Precut began to leak from Alan's cock as the warmth of the sleeping boy's
ass pressed up against him. He moved between Adam's asscheeks and slowly
entered the boy's anus. Soon, he was fully inserted into Adam's warm,
cum-slickened ass. If it's possible for a body part to have a memory, then
Adam's asshole did. It grasped the invading pole as if it remembered the
pleasurable probing it had received from it the night before.
Alan remained still for several moments, reveling in the feeling of
having his cock stuffed up a tight warm asshole and his arms wrapped around a
warm tight body. Soon, his newly discovered fascination with cocks got the
better of him and he lowered his hand to Adam's crotch. He took the soft
boymeat into his hand, then extended his grasp to the boy's nuts, also.
As Adam wakened, he realized he was once again being pilloried by Alan's
gigantic cock. His own dick began to rise as he slowly began riding the big
dick up his ass, forcing Alan's cock to slip back and forth over his prostate
gland. Adam softly moaned as Alan began to masturbate Adam while
simultaneously fucking his dick into the beautiful boy. As passion over took
the two, their labored breathing, their moans and groans of ecstacy and the
movement of the bed woke Terry and Jonathan.
Jonathan looked over his shoulder to see Alan's cute face, eyes
tightly closed, mouth open. He then looked down and saw Alan's hand jacking
on Adam's cock. He removed his arms from Terry and moved down the bed. He
unpried Alan's hand from the boymeat, moving the hand down to the testicles
hanging over Adam's thighs. Jonathan then sucked Adam's cock into his mouth.
Adam began to fuck his cock into Jonathan's mouth and fuck his ass back on
Alan's cock. In a matter of minutes, he erupted in a creamy climax in
Jonathan's mouth. Jonathan sucked every drop of cum from the boy's dick and
then moved back up to Terry.
As Terry was no also awake, the two of them watched as Alan repositioned Adam
onto his stomach and began once again to pile-drive his big dick into the
boy's asshole. Soon, Alan stiffened and Jonathan and Terry knew he had
squirted a large volume of cum up Adam's ass.
The spectacle of Alan fucking Adam turned Terry on immensely. He
rose of from the bed, looked Jonathan in the eye and said, "Excuse me for a
minute. There's an asshole that needs to be broken in." He grabbed the tube
of KY and moved over to where Alan still reposed on top of Adam. Terry
squeezed a dollop of the lube on his middle finger and rubbed it around
Alan's anus. Alan, still delirious from his orgasm, enjoyed the sensation
but it really hadn't sunk in exactly what Terry had in mind until it was too
late.
Terry positioned his body over Alan and his cock at the boy's
asshole. As he roughly shoved his cock up the boy's ass, Alan yelled in pain
and anguish, "No, please don't fuck me!" Alas, it was too late. Terry's
cock was already up his ass. Terry stayed stationary for several minutes as
he cooed into Alan's ear. "It's all right Babe. I know it hurts at first.
It'll start to feel better in a minute. Oh, yeah, your asshole's opening up.
I can feel it. Now, get ready, buddy, `cause I'm gonna fuck you." With
that, Terry began fornication moves, plunging in and out of Alan's asshole.
The boy's wails of pain turned to groans of pleasure. Soon, his big cock,
which had never fully escaped from Adam's ass was hard again. He was now
experiencing the joy of fucking and being fucked at the same time. The
feelings were so intense that he shot another big load up Adam's ass. And,
the tightening of his sphincter muscle as he shot brought Terry off in a
dazzling orgasm.
As the three boys recovered, the entry buzzer sounded.
"I'll get it," Jonathan said, bounding out of bed.
He went to the intercom, questioning the caller. When he found out
that it was the cleaning crew, he buzzed them in the gate. Still naked, he
went downstairs to open the door for the guys. He unlocked the door and then
went into the kitchen where he poured himself a glass of orange juice and put
on a pot of coffee. When he finally returned to the living room, the two
cleaning guys had also stripped naked, just as they had done the day before.
One guy handed him the Sunday paper and eyed his lithe teenaged body lewdly.
Jonathan blushed and headed back upstairs. When he again reached the
bedroom, a evil thought entered his mind.
"Hey, it's the cleaning crew, Terry. Let's really blow their minds,"
he said.
"Come on you guys!" Terry said.
The four of the boys, in all their naked splendor, moved out of the
bedroom and down the stairs. Of course, neither Alan nor Adam had any idea
of what was waiting for them.
"Holy shit!" one of the cleaning guys gasped when he saw them.
"Holy shit," Alan gasped, covering his genitals when he saw the naked
cleaners.
Terry and Jonathan began to laugh hysterically at the reaction. They
then dragged Alan and Adam into the kitchen and then outside to the Jacuzzi.
As the four of them relaxed in the hot water, they glimpsed the cleaning
guys trying to get a good look at them. When Jonathan decided that the
coffee was done, he got out of the hot tub and went into the house. He gazed
into the livingroom where he found was one cleaner with his hard dick up the
ass of the other cleaner. He snuck back out onto the patio and whispered,
"Hey, guys, this you have to see!"
The four boys quietly crept into the house and watched as the two
house cleaners went at it. As they stood there, piled two deep in the
entryway leading from the kitchen, Alan could feel Adam's cock rising and
pressing against his buttock. The feeling of the boy's hard cock rubbing up
against his ass made Alan's prongs thicken and lengthen. Soon his rather
large cock was standing out, escaping from his foreskin. He reached behind
him and took Adam's ass into his hands, pulling him closer. Then he turned
as whispered, "Let's go upstairs, Adam. I want you."
Adam and Alan walked upstairs to the bedroom. Terry and Jonathan watched the
cleaning guys for a moment then returned to the hot tub.
Once they were on the bed, Alan and Adam embraced. Adam rolled over
on top of Alan and they kissed, at first gently and tenderly, then with
greater passion. Mouths opened and tongues battled for supremacy. Adam
broke the kiss and, looking into Alan's eyes said,
"I really don't understand what's happening to me, man. Two weeks
ago, I was straight as an arrow. Then I find myself having sex with Terry
and it was unbelievable. Now, here I am with you, wanting you. This is all
too much."
"You wanna fuck me?" Alan asked.
"Oh, God, yes," Adam said.
"Well, I want you to fuck me, too!"
With that, Alan reached behind him and felt around until he
encountered the tube of KY. Pushing Adam aside, he liberally spread some on
his anus and then inserted his finger up his ass, lubing himself up. He then
pulled his legs back until they touched his chest. His hands reached around
and grabbed his asschecks and he spread them as far apart as he could,
exposing his anus.
"Fuck me, Adam!"
And fuck him Adam did. As their bodies swayed to the melody of love,
dancing the dance of love, Alan heard himself murmur with each thrust of
Adam's cock, "I love you, Adam."
As Adam looked down, he couldn't believe what he saw. Alan's cock looked
bigger than it did before as it lay up against his stomach, reaching beyond
his navel. And, Alan's huge droopy nuts actually had settled on his cock as
he fucked in and out of Alan's tight asshole. They hung loosely and draped
themselves over Adam's cock, one testicle cascading on each side of Adam's
steely dick. As he dick moved in and out of his lover, he could feel the
saggy nut dragging on the top of his cock. This so turned Adam on that soon
he was shooting his juice of love up Alan's ass. As he collapsed against
Alan's body, he felt Alan's big cock, hard up against his own stomach.
After his orgasm, Adam lifted his body from Alan's. He sat next to
the boy taking in the beauty of his new love. Alan rose, too, sitting back
on his haunches, legs splayed beneath his thighs, rock hard monster cock
pointing to the ceiling. Adam couldn't resist. He climbed on Alan,
straddled Alan's thighs and with one quick movement, sat on Alan's pillar of
love, forcing it up his ass. In this position, Adam's nipples came to Alan's
mouth level. Alan embraced Adam tightly and began sucking and biting on the
hard pebbles as Adam rode up and down on the monster cock.
"It's a damn good thing your cock's so fucking big," Adam gasped "or
we'd never be able to do it like this! Oh, so fucking good!" he cooed as he
moved up and down on the long hard dick.
In a moment, Alan reached a shattering climax, exploding jizm up
Adam's tight but well- fucked asshole. Lying together in the afterglow of
powerful orgasms and once more in each other's arms, Adam continued the
conversation where they had left off.
"Alan, I don't know quite how to say this, but I think I'm falling in
love with you. Yeah, I know it's crazy. We only met yesterday but, Jesus,
this all seems so perfect, so right. I feel so good having you hold me. I
never want this moment to end."
"I kinda know what you mean, Dude. I feel the same way and I can't
explain it either. A week ago, I find myself sitting in the shower room and,
fuck! I find myself wondering what Jonathan's dick looks like hard. I can't
believe what I'm thinking and I can't believe I throw bone right there in
the fucking shower room. Now, a week later, here I am with you and I don't
care if I ever have sex with anyone but you ever again. What the fuck is
going on?"
"Shit, I don't know. But, I do know that you are one fantastic fuck,
man - giving and receiving. Your asshole's tighter than Jessica's pussy!"
"Who's Jessica?" Alan questioned, tensing.
"My girlfriend," Adam said
"You have a girlfriend?" Alan said, with a pang of apprehension.
"Had a girlfriend! The operative word is HAD, Alan. I had a
girlfriend but after this weekend, that's a thing of the past. Now, I only
want you!"
Down on the patio, a related conversation was underway. As Terry and
Jonathan relaxed in the hot tub, Terry remarked, "I think we've created a
monster!"
"What do you mean?" Jonathan asked.
"Adam and Alan. I think they've kinda fallen for each other."
"You think so? Wouldn't that be fantastic?" Jonathan exclaimed.
"They're both really nice guys!"
As those words escaped Jonathan's mouth, Adam and Alan appear, fully
dressed.
"Hey, guys, we're gonna take off." Alan said. "Can I leave my car
here for a few hours? I'll pick it up later this afternoon."
"Sure, no problem, man. Where you guys going?" Terry said.
"We're just gonna go hang out and talk,"Adam said. "We've got a lot
to talk about."
Terry and Jonathan
A Love Story
Chapter 20
Alan and Adam spent the day together. After leaving Terry's place,
they drove over the hill to West Hollywood and had breakfast at the French
Market, eating their meal al fresco at one of the street-side tables.
Waiting for their food to be served, they held hands across the table and
talked. They told each other about their lives. Adam, it turned out, had
already graduated from high school and was attending a community college in
the Valley. He confessed that his goal in life was to work in the film
industry. He lived with his long-divorced mother in a small apartment and
had not seen nor heard from his father in over ten years. He held down a
part-time job working as a stock clerk in a department store while attending
school. He was pretty much on his own.
Alan, on the other hand, still lived at home with his relatively
affluent parents. He attended the exclusive Bolton Hall School with Terry
and Jonathan. He was a so-so student, more because he didn't expend the
effort rather than because he was intellectually incapable of handling the
work. He was on the swim team, the school activity he found the most
enjoyable of all.
After they finished their meals, Alan paid the bill and the two boys
walked up the boulevard, arms around each other, window shopping. They
passed Terry's club and Adam explained how he had met the boys. His
description of the goings on in the back room flabbergasted Alan. He had no
idea of Terry's activities or interests outside of school. Both vowed to
return to the club the next weekend. This would be the one place they could
freely make love and not be bothered by friends or relations. It seemed like
the perfect place for them.
"Oh course, we could always shack up at Terry and Jonathan's," Alan
offered.
"Yeah, that we could. I know they wouldn't mind," Adam agreed.
For the rest of the afternoon and into the early evening, the two
young lovers, one tall, one relatively short, a sort of Mutt and Jeff
combination, aimlessly wandered around, accomplishing nothing, just
delighting in each other's company. To any observer of human kind, it would
have been clear the boys were in love. Although not acting in an overtly
romantic way, their flushed complexions, the way their bodies constantly
touched, the way they gazed into each other's eyes as they talked, gave away
their feelings. Yes, even to the most disinterested observer, these were
definitely two boys in the grip of young love.
At around seven o'clock, the boy's returned to Terry's place.
Entering the house, they saw that the cleaning guys had finished their work.
Terry and Jonathan, still nude, were lounging in the family room
"Jesus, don't you guys ever wear any clothes around here?" Alan
asked.
"As little as possible. What's with you two?" Jonathan said.
Somewhat embarrassed but nevertheless clinging to Adam, Alan
answered, "I think we're a couple now!"
"Fantastic!" Terry exclaimed, walking over to Alan, wrapping the boy
in a warm embrace. "I told you so, Jonathan! Damn, I'm so glad I invited
you to the party, Adam."
Jonathan, too, approached the two beaming boys and embraced each of
them and said with a leer, "So, when's the wedding? One of you pregnant
yet?"
"Not for want of trying," Alan giggled, blushing bright red.
"Fuck, now what are we going to do at swim practice, Alan? You'd
better keep that monster of yours under control or you'll embarrass all of
us!" Jonathan laughed.
Terry chimed in, "Yeah, the showers are never gonna be the same!"
"Hey, you perverts, let's go slow here, OK? I'm just getting used to
the fact that I've lost my virginity, and to a guy no less, and that I may be
gay. I'm really not ready to go broadcasting it to everyone at school. Give
me a break and keep this under your hats, OK?" Alan pleaded.
"Of, course, Asshole! Do you really think we'd go around outing you
if you don't want it?" Terry declared. "Jesus, what do you take us for?"
"Hey, man, sorry if I pissed you off but you gotta understand where
I'm coming from. I just can't do it now, man!" Alan said contritely.
"We understand, Alan. Believe me, I know exactly where you're coming
from," Jonathan said, compassion flowing from his eyes. Then, quickly, a
lewd gleam taking the place of the compassion, he said, "Strip off those
clothes, guys and let's have an orgy!"
"As much as I'd like to, we can't, Jonathan!" Alan said. "I've got
to get home and finish my homework before my folks come home from their
weekend `get away'! If I don't, they'll kill me!"
"Yeah, I've got work to do, too" Adam piped up.
As they prepared to leave, Terry walked up to Adam, enveloped him in
his arms and kissed him, murmuring, "I'm so fuckin' happy for you."
Jonathan embraced Alan and said "Thanks for the fantastic fuck, man!"
Returning the embrace, Alan replied with sincerity, "Thanks you for
helping me learn something about myself that probably would have been a long
time coming if you hadn't. God, what a fuckin' waste of time that would have
been and I never would have met Adam if it wasn't for you guys. I owe you
big time!"
After Alan and Adam left, Terry suggested that they get dressed and
head out for some dinner. They decided on the Mexican place where it had all
started for them, at least the pleasant part. While eating, they discussed
the events of the weekend. What a great party it had turned out to be. How
wonderful it was that Adam and Alan had found each other.
"Yeah, for a virgin, Alan sure took to fucking!" Jonathan commented.
"You should talk, you horny slut!" Terry laughed.
"You know, that's something you've never told me about. How'd you
lose your cherry?"
"It was a long time ago, in Italy," Terry said.
With a warm smile of remembrance on his face, Terry related the
story. His parents had leased a villa in Tuscany for the summer. Terry had
just turned fourteen. One of the servants that had come with the place was
the housekeeper's son, Paolo. He was the estate's grounds- keeper and to
Terry he was the most beautiful boy in the world . . . seventeen years old,
olive skinned with longish curly locks of silky brown hair framing his face .
. . large soft brown eyes that seemed to look right into Terry's soul.
Paolo was about 5' 9" tall and weighed probably only 150 pounds, a slim lithe
wiry body, just starting to develop hair in strategic places . . . like
between his pecs and a treasure map down from his navel. Terry followed
Paolo around like a puppy dog, basking in the boy's beauty.
Since Terry was the son of il padrone, he did not object to the boy
trailing every where he went. As a matter of fact, he rather enjoyed the
attention the handsome boy was paying him, understanding the puppy love the
boy was so obviously feeling. After all, when he was about the same age,
didn't he feel the same way about Marcello, the older boy who lived in the
village? Yes, he understood how Terry felt and he wondered if the situation
would develop like that between him and Marcello.
As the summers in Tuscany are warm, Paolo would usually be found
wearing only baggy peasant shorts as he worked around the estate. The sight
of Paolo so dressed caused a stirring in Terry's groin that he didn't quite
understand. He didn't understand why he felt the aching in his body whenever
he was in Paolo's presence . . . how he had this almost uncontrollable secret
desire to see the teenager fully naked . . . why he took every opportunity to
try to peek up the legs holes of Paolo's baggy shorts hoping to get a glimpse
of what might rest there . . . how even the teenager's most casual touch sent
sparks of electricity directly to his nuts and cock. Oh, how he loved Paolo.
On one particularly hot July day, Terry and Paolo were the only two
at the estate. Terry's parents had gone off to visit friends and with them
gone, the other servants had repaired to the village for the food shopping
and other things needed to maintain the estate. Thinking that he was at the
estate alone, Paolo worked at cleaning the swimming pool. With the hot
Italian sun beating down, the young man's body glistened with perspiration as
he labored. Unknown to Paolo, Terry watched him from a distance. Soon, with
the heat so unbearable, Paolo untied the woven belt holding up his shorts and
let the shorts dropped to the deck of the pool. Kicking off his rope
sandals, he stood naked for the world to see. He walked to the diving board,
mounting it. He stood motionless for several seconds on the end of the board
as if posing and then dove into the pool. On that day, the world that viewed
his nudity and his posing consisted solely of Terry, well hidden in the
courtyard.
The sudden sight of Paolo's nude body sent such a wave of lust and
desire through Terry that he almost fainted. The rush of sexual feelings he
experienced made him feel so lightheaded that he slowly dropped to the ground
to keep from falling. `My God, he's so beautiful and I love him so much,'
Terry thought as the image of Paolo standing by the pool naked burned into
his consciousness. He reached down into his own shorts to grip the steel
hard boycock that was straining against his underwear. Just touching himself
caused him to involuntarily moan in passion. He didn't realize that Paolo
had come out of the pool, so involved was he with his self- pleasure.
"Ah, ragazzo, spying on me, eh?" Paolo said quietly as he stood over
the boy.
Terry, lost in lustful euphoria, had neither seen nor heard Paolo
approach. When he opened his eyes at hearing Paolo's voice, he looked up to
see the object of his desire standing over him. Paolo then squatted down
next to the boy, his thighs splayed. Terry stared incredulously as Paolo's
cock began to rise in erection before him. Mortally embarrassed, Terry
pulled his hand from his own shorts. Silently, Paolo took Terry's hand in
his own and guided it to his fully erect penis.
"Eez OK, ragazzo, touch it." Paolo said.
Terry, almost in a trance, touched the teenager's hard cock. He
stroked his hand back and forth, pulling the boy's foreskin over the corona,
squeezing a drop of pre-cum out of the slit.
"Andiamo, ragazzo," Paolo said as he rose, taking Terry's hand in his
own. Together they walked to the edge of the pool where Paolo gathered up
his shorts and sandals. He then led Terry to the pool house. Once in there,
Paolo scooped the boy into his arms and kissed him full on the lips. Paolo
then knelt down in front of the boy, and looking deeply into Terry eyes,
gently unbuttoned Terry's shorts and pulled them and the underwear he wore
down to the floor. Terry's hard boycock sprang to attention.
"Ah, bellisima," Paolo sighed as he took Terry's ballsack into his
hand and penis into his mouth. Again, Terry almost lost consciousness. As
he started slumping to the floor, Paolo released his grip from Terry's
genitals and picked him up. He carried the boy to a lounge mattress and lay
him down. Once he positioned Terry on his back with his legs spread, Paolo
again took the boy's penis into his mouth and began to suck on it. Terry
went straight from lightheadedness to cataclysmic orgasm, shooting spurt
after spurt of creamy white boycum into Paolo's mouth.
Paolo did not swallow the sweet/tart boyjuice. Rather he spit it on
his right hand and then began spreading it over his own cock. He also spread
some of the slimy juice on and up into Terry's anus. He rolled the boy over
onto his stomach and mounted the boy's body. His cock found it was to the
puckered anus he had just been fingering. As he pushed his manhood into
Terry's ass, Terry screamed in pain. Paolo stopped, placing a hand over
Terry's mouth. As he once again began to move his aching cock into Terry's
stretching asshole, Paolo whispered soothing Italian love words into Terry's
ear. Soon, his cock was completely sheathed inside Terry's rectum, his arms
were wrapped around Terry's body and he began a relentless fucking of the
virgin asshole.
Terry's tormented asshole finally stretched enough that the searing
pain diminished. The invading cock still caused him pain but he also sensed
a modicum of pleasure as the stiff organ moved in and out of his body.
Faster and faster Paolo plunged his dick in and out of the boy's ass. When
the lustful pressure finally crested, Paolo ejaculated spurt after spurt into
the boy. With each spasm of his dick, he lunged up the boy's ass until there
no more spasms left. He collapsed on Terry, holding him tightly, whimpering
incoherently, still in the after throes of a magnificent orgasm.
That was the first of many sexual encounters between the beautiful
fourteen-year-old American boy and the equally beautiful Italian boy during
that summer of passion and experimentation. Paolo taught Terry everything
there was to know about male-to-male sex.
Terry & Jonathan
A Love Story
Chapter 21
"Jesus, Terry, what a story!" Jonathan said when Terry had completed
his tale.
"Yeah, it was a great summer."
"What happened to Paolo?" Jonathan asked.
"My dad fired him."
"What? How come?" Jonathan asked.
"Well, it seems kinda funny now, but it wasn't when it happened.
Early one morning, Dad came into my bedroom and caught me fucking Paolo."
"He what?" Jonathan gasped.
"He walked in and found me with my dick up Paolo's ass and he
freaked!"
"Jesus, how'd that happen?"
Terry then went on to finish his tale . . .
Paolo and he were two very randy boys. From the very beginning,
they couldn't get enough of each other. They fucked and sucked each other
everywhere and anywhere they possibly could . . . the pool house, the barn,
the chapel, the orchard . . . and eventually in Terry's own bed. After
several weeks of making love together, Paolo began sneaking into the house,
into Terry bedroom early in the morning before everyone was awake. That
particular morning, Terry, whom Paolo had taught the joys of butt-fucking,
had Poalo's legs high in the air and was pumping his 14-year old cock into
the older boy's rectum. Terry's father had awakened early that morning and
heard noises coming from Terry's bedroom and had gone there to make sure that
his son was all right. He walked in just as Terry was about to climax.
The loud gasp of astonishment and surprise coming from his father's
mouth startled Terry. As he whirled around to see where the gasp had come
from, his cock pulled out of Paolo's ass but it was already too late. It was
a classic case of coitus interruptus, or in this case, ejaculatus all over
the plasus. As Terry looked helplessly at his father, his teenage penis,
hard and throbbing and waving around in mid-air, spat out squirt after squirt
of semen. The semen floated through the air and landed on Paolo's chest,
abdomen and the bed. Stunned, Terry's father whirled around and left the
room, speechless. When he had gained his composure, he returned to the room.
Paolo, also stunned at getting caught by his padrone, was struggling to get
his breeches back on. Terry's father lunged at Paolo and slapped him hard
across the face.
"Get out of my house! You're fired!" he yelled at Paolo.
"No, Dad!" Terry yelled.
"Terry, we'll discuss this later!" his father replied coldly,
storming out of the room.
Terry broke down in tears. Paolo gathered him into his arms and
caressed him. Sobs of despair racked Terry's young body. Paolo comforted
the boy as best he could. Finally, when the sobbing subsided, Paolo lay the
boy back down on his bed and moved to leave the room. He stopped at the
door, casting one more glance at the young boy he loved. He touched his
fingers to his lips, blowing a soft kiss to Terry, then left the room, his
eyes filled with tears. That was the last time that Terry laid eyes on the
first great love of his life . . .
"I thought you said your folks knew you were gay," Jonathan said.
"That's how they found out." Terry replied "Later in the morning,
after I had gotten my shit together, I went in and talked it out with my dad.
I told him that sex with Paolo had been my idea, not Paolo's, and that I
loved him and couldn't live without him. My dad just looked at me with a sad
look in his eye and said,
"Terry, you're too young to know what you want. This is just a
phase, just some experimentation you're going through. A lot of boys do it."
" `But, Dad! I love him,' I said!"
"He said, "I'm sorry, Son, but I can't let him stay here! You'll
just have to accept that!' "
"I must have cried for a week," Terry then said. "I couldn't eat, I
couldn't sleep. I lost weight. It was terrible how much I missed Paolo. It
was like someone had ripped my heart out. Finally, my folks couldn't stand
it anymore and we left Italy and came back here."
"That's too bad. Paolo really sounds nice, although I must admit,
I'm glad you did come back."
"That was as happy as I have ever been, Babe, except maybe now with
you. Paolo was so beautiful. Not just physically but inside, too. He was
so gentle . . . none of that Italian male macho bullshit. His mom used to
pack picnic baskets for us. We'd go up to the orchard on the hill above the
villa and spread blankets under the trees. We'd take our clothes off and
fuck our brains out and then just lay there for hours holding each other and
talking, getting horny again and doing each other one more time! I used to
just love to lie on him and have him hold me in his arms. He'd spread his
legs and I'd crawl on top of him with my head resting on his chest and my
legs between his. Our cocks would be touching. Oh, and I loved lying there
and listening to his heart beat. He'd run his rough hands through my hair,
kinda like petting me. And caress my back and shoulders. Oh, it was so
fucking beautiful!"
"Stop it, Terry. You're making it sound so beautiful you're gonna
make me cry!" Jonathan said, with eyes glistening.
"Sorry, Red."
"How did you ever get straight with your mom and dad?" Jonathan
asked.
"We had long talks about what I was feeling. They set me up with a
clinical psychologist. I knew that I was gay and I finally convinced them
and the psychologist that this wasn't just experimentation but how I felt
deep down inside, something I had no control over and something that just
wasn't going to change. After that, I had some affairs with other guys and I
never lied to my parents. I told them what I was up to . . . they finally
accepted the inevitable. The last few years before they died in the accident
were really nice. They even included my friends in things we used to do.
They treated them like their sons."
"No shit?" Jonathan said, incredulously. "I can just see my old man
reacting like that!"
"I'll bet right about now he wishes he had," Terry laughed.
"You can say that again! The bastard!" Jonathan chortled. "Jesus,
Terry, you really are something else. I don't know where you get the balls!"
"All my life, from the time I was a little kid, my dad and my mom
always told me that when I wanted something important to go for it, to never
let anything stand in my way. They always told me not to worry about what
other people thought, to trust my own judgement. By the time I was a
teenager, they figured that if I didn't know right from wrong by then, I'd
never know it. So, they trusted my judgement. Of course, every once and a
while I had to remind them of what they drummed into me!" Terry said with a
laugh.
"You're something else, man. I just wish I were more like you."
Jonathan said with a shy smile.
"You are, Red. More than you know! I love you!"
Terry had Jonathan in his arms and was passionately kissing him when
Jennifer and Jay walked in.
"Jesus H. Christ! They're at it again, Jay! I told you guys they're
gonna fall off if you're not careful," Jennifer laughed.
Terry stood up with a leer on his lips, grabbed his hard cock and
waved it at Jennifer.
"You're just jealous! You know you can't have this beauty!" Terry
said.
"Well, it is a beauty, all right!" Jennifer giggled, "but I've got
all I want right here," grabbing Jay by the crotch.
"Jennifer!" Jay said. "Cut it out!"
Jonathan blushed crimson on what was going on and the realization
that his dick, too, was standing up hard as a rock.
"Watch this, Jennifer!" Terry said, as he bent over and took
Jonathan's cock into his mouth.
"Terry!" Jennifer and Jonathan shouted at the same time as Terry
laughed uproariously.
"You sex fiend! Now, go put some clothes on while I'll fix us
something to eat!" Jennifer ordered.
The boys dutifully did as they were told, with Terry wiggling his ass
seductively as they walked out of the room.
"Oh, that boy!" Jennifer said to Jay.
"Yeah, don't you wish we were that young and carefree, again?" Jay
said wistfully.
As they climbed up the stairs, Jonathan asked, "Terry, why do you do
things like that? It embarrasses me and I know it embarrasses Jennifer!"
"That's why I do it. You both are too uptight! Besides, it's
probably got her all hot and bothered and she'll fuck Jay's brains out
tonight!" Terry laughed
"You are so full of shit, Terry!"
"Well, we could take care of that. Let's take a shower and do the
hose trick again." Terry said.
"Ooh, that sounds like fun. Think we have time?" Jonathan asked.
"We'll make time." Terry responded, bounding into the bathroom and
turning on the water. "Come on, my lovely, it's water sport time!" he called
over his shoulder.
Terry and Jonathan
A Love Story
Chapter 22
Ah, Life was Good! Terry and Jonathan loved each other
wholeheartedly and now everyone in their circle of acquaintance knew it! No
more subterfuge, no more sneaking around! The next day at school was
uneventful except that the coming out party Terry threw over the weekend
became common knowledge at Bolton Hall School. The girls looked a little
differently at Jonathan now that he had acknowledged his sexuality. Several
of the young women couldn't really believe that someone as handsome and
masculine as he could possibly be gay. More than one of them offered to give
him the opportunity of finding out whether he really preferred Terry's ass to
their vaginas. Jonathan handled the situation casually, saying "Been there,
done that!" with a smile when approached by any of the horny vixens.
Since Terry was occupied on a project that day and couldn't go along,
Alan joined Jonathan for lunch. They went to a restaurant further removed
than usual from school so that they could talk. The conversation on the way
to the restaurant was not strained but somewhat circumspect. It was obvious
to Jonathan that Alan wanted to talk about the events of the past weekend,
but was shy about bringing it up. Once they were seated at a table, Jonathan
brought the subject up.
"It was one helluva party Saturday, wasn't it?" Jonathan started
tentatively.
Reacting as though the dam broke, Alan blushed and then gushed, "Oh,
man, Jonathan. It was incredible!" Looking furtively around to make sure
they couldn't be overheard, he continued. "After I got home, Adam called and
we talked for hours and hours. It seemed like it was only minutes but it
turned out we were on the phone for more than two hours. We talked about
everything, Jonathan . . . our lives, how we felt about things . . . how we
felt about each other . . . about you and Terry. I tell you, I'm crazy about
that guy! I think I'm really in love!"
"Fan-fucking-tastic!" Jonathan said with a smile on his face and in
his eyes.
"Yeah, and he told me what he wanted us to do to each other and we
both got so fucking hot, we jacked off together . . . on the fucking phone!
It was so cool! I could hear him moaning and groaning and, man, I was doing
the same thing. I was stroking away like mad and then I shot all over
myself."
"Hey, like one of those 900 numbers, huh?" Jonathan said.
"What's that?" Alan asked.
"You know, one of those phone sex numbers. You call a 900 number and
they have some guys talk to you, telling you what they're gonna do to you.
And then they really fuck you! They charge you about $3.00 a minute! If it
takes you 30 minutes to get off, it's costs you $90!"
"No shit?" Alan said with an incredulous look on his face.
"Yep!" Jonathan replied.
"Fuck that, man! Who needs it? I've got Adam to get me off!"
"When you gonna see him again?" Jonathan asked.
"Tonight, after practice. We're gonna get something to eat and then
we're gonna try to find a place to fuck!"
"Shit, why don't you guys come over to the house. Terry won't mind
and neither will Jennifer and Jay. Hell, she'll cook dinner for us and then
you guys can do whatever you want. Terry's got about six fucking bedrooms in
that place."
"Who are Jennifer and Jay?" Alan asked.
"The couple that takes care of the place. They're really cool. Man,
nothing fazes them. They walked in on us yesterday just after you left.
Terry and I were both naked and boned up and they just laughed. That fucker
Terry even teased them. The bastard started sucking on my cock right in
front of them, just to give them a jab!"
"No shit?" Adam retorted. "What'd you guys do?"
"While Jen cooked dinner, we went upstairs, took a shower and
fucked!"
"You're kidding!" Alan said, flabbergasted.
"Would I shit you?" Jonathan said.
As the boys ate lunch, they made their plans. Alan was going to beep
Adam and leave a message telling him they were to meet at Terry's place.
Jonathan was to call Jennifer to tell her to expect two more for dinner.
When they got back to school, Jonathan found Terry and explained the
situation. Terry thought it was a great idea and called Jennifer himself.
Swim practice went off without a hitch. Both Terry and Jonathan made
an extra effort not to embarrass Alan in any way. After practice in the
locker room, as the team members began undressing for their showers, the
Coach Brownley leaned into the locker room, saying to Terry.
"Terry, I gotta take off early. Will you make sure that the place is
locked up before you leave?
"Sure, Coach. No problem. I'll take care of it!"
After the coach had gone, Sam said, "You two gonna fight in the
shower today or fuck each other?"
"Shit, if we did do something, it would blow your fucking mind,
Asshole1" Terry teased.
"Wouldn't bother me none," Sam said.
"Yeah, sure!" Jonathan chipped in.
In a matter of minutes, all the guys were under the showers, bodies
being soaped and rinsed, hair shampooed. Terry, being in one of his
mischievous moods, did something that in all the years the guys had known
him, he had never done before.
"Hey, Sam! Watch this!" he yelled. As Sam and the other guys stood
there, mouths agape, he grabbed Jonathan, took him in his arms and planted a
big juicy kiss on the boy's mouth! Jonathan blushed furiously but in spite
of his embarrassment, his dick began to lengthen, as did Terry's.
"Face it, Guys. You've always wanted to see what some other guy's
dick looks like with a boner, so here it is!" Terry laughed, grabbing his
cock in one hand and Jonathan's in the other.
Jonathan was totally mortified when Terry then released his cock and moved
around behind him and embraced him, his hard cock pushing up against
Jonathan's ass.
"Terry! Stop it!" Jonathan pleaded.
"You fucking perverts!" Sam giggled. "You really let him stick that
big thing up your ass, Jonathan?"
Jonathan was too stunned by the turn of events to even reply. He
just stood there, frozen, his cock in one of Terry's hands, a firm nipple in
the other and Terry's cock pressed between his legs. Alan, standing under
the shower across from the two boys, was equally astounded.
"Go for it! Fuck him!" Sam called out.
Only one of the team mates, the sullen and standoffish Chris, was
sufficiently disturbed by what he saw to leave the shower. The rest of the
guys stayed, curious as to what was gonna happen. Terry began to slowly
jack Jonathan's cock off as everyone watched. Simultaneously, he began
moving his own cock back and forth between Jonathan's legs. Jonathan, love
and lust overcoming his embarrassment and reticence leaned his head back to
Terry's shoulder and whispered in his ear, "Go ahead, Terry. Fuck me!"
With that, he bent over at the waist, waiting for Terry to enter him.
As their teammates gathered around, Terry slicked his cock up with
some soap. He aimed his dick toward's Jonathan's asshole and slowly entered
his lover. As he slid further and further up the hot hole, he heard the
comments . . . "Shit, he actually doing it!"... "Oh, man, look at that! His
cock's really going up Riley's hole" . . . "Fuck, I don't believe it!" As
Terry's dick moved within him, Jonathan became lost in the glorious feelings
coursing through his body. His revery was only broken when he heard someone
say loudly, "Jesus Christ, Alan!" Jonathan opened his eyes, taking in the
scene. All of the guys had sprung boners watching the Terry and Jonathan
make love. No one's was bigger or harder than Alan's.
"Jesus, Alan. You're a fucking horse!" Sam gasped when he focused on
the size of massive cock standing out from Alan's pubes. "Yours make mine
look like I'm in kinder garden!"
The other guys briefly took their eyes off the fucking boys to see
what Sam was raving about. They all looked at Alan in amazement. The sight
of Terry and Jonathan and now Alan sporting a humongous hard on got them all
going. Soon, every guy in the room was stroking his hard cock. Jonathan
looked up at Alan and beckoned him. As Alan neared, Jonathan reached his
hand out and gently grasped the magnificent cock. Drawing Alan ever closer,
he then opened his mouth and sucked the fat cock in as far as he could.
Gasps escaped the lips of the teammates as they watch Alan begin to fuck
Jonathan's face . . . "Oh, fuck, look at that!"... "Oh, shit, I'm gonna
shoot my fuckin load!" ...
The scene in the showers had such an effect on Terry that he was now
really reaming Jonathan's asshole. Jonathan grunted and groaned, a big hard
cock in his mouth and a somewhat smaller cock in his ass. Terry stiffened
and shot a large load of cum into the boy. As he pulled out, Alan stopped
his assault on Jonathan's mouth and moved around behind the bent-over youth.
Jonathan, delirious with passion, grunted in erotic ecstacy as the large
dick entered his asshole and another assault on his prostate gland began.
Without saying a word, Sam moved in front of Jonathan and slipped his hard
cock into Jonathan's mouth. In seconds, Sam's cock exploded in orgasm.
As Sam shakily moved away, Terry took his place. Instead of stuffing
his cock into Jonathan's mouth, he dropped to his knees and swallowed
Jonathan's cock to the hilt. He tenderly squeezed Jonathan's nuts in his
hand and lovingly sucked Jonathan to orgasm. The spasm of Jonathan's
sphincter muscle caused Alan to erupt in climax. One by one, those boys who
hadn't already shot their wads began to cum in a frenzy of whipping hands and
moans of passion. As the swimmers regained their composure, they once again
moved to their showers, washing off. Terry laved Jonathan's body and again
kissed his lover. As they embraced, the shower room began to silently empty
leaving them to the solitary lovemaking.
As the team dried off and dressed, lost in their own thoughts and
amazed at what they had witnessed, Sam said seriously, "Man, that was
something else. Even Janine can't suck cock like that!" One of the guys
finally got up the nerve to say to Alan, "What did it feel like fuckin' him?
Was it as good as fuckin a girl's cunt?" Alan, bravely owned up to the fact
that he had no basis for comparison since he was still a virgin. More than
one of the boys, notwithstanding their previous boasts and bluffs, related to
what Alan had just said. And, more than one of them secretly wished that
they could have taken Alan's place, if only to feel what it was like to cum
inside another human being, man or woman, boy or girl.
When Terry and Jonathan finally exited the shower room, only Alan
remained . . . or so they thought. Alan looked up from tying his sneakers
and beamed in happiness and contentment at his friends. He moved over and
shyly gave both Terry and Jonathan a chaste kiss. While this was taking
place, Chris, the boy who had left the shower room in embarrassment
stealthily looked on. Unbeknownst to the other guys, Chris had remained, out
of sight, witnessing the entire episode. Equally repulsed and yet excited
by what he saw, he quietly left the gym. "I'll show them,' he thought to
himself. `I'm finally going to get back at those bastards for the way they
been treating me. They're really gonna be sorry.'
Terry & Jonathan
A Love Story
Chapter 23
Before the day's swim practice began, Coach Brownley sat in his
office shuffling papers. His heart really wasn't into doing all the
paperwork that came with coaching but it had to be done. It unfortunately
was part and parcel of the job. As he worked, he heard a knock. Looking
up, he saw Chris Olden standing there.
"Coach, I really gotta talk to you!" Chris said.
Somewhat irritated at the interruption, Coach Brownley said, "Sure,
Chris. Come on in. What's the problem?"
Chris looked around furtively, then entered the room, closing the
door behind him. He had a self-satisfied smirk on as his face as he said,
"Coach, after you left last night, some really disgusting things happened in
here!"
Coach hated snitches but figured he'd better listen. "Yeah, just
what happened, Chris."
"It's that faggot Terry and his new boyfriend."
Fully aware of Terry's sexual orientation, the coach asked, "What
boyfriend is that, Chris"
"Jonathan Riley. Terry fucked him in the butt right in the shower
room last night . . . right in front of everybody. And some of the other
guys even got in on it!"
"How do you know this, Chris?" the coach asked.
"I saw it! I left the shower room when they first started that queer
stuff because it was so disgusting but I stayed around just to see how
perverted they really were. And, boy, I saw everything! Mathers, Riley,
Alan . . . even Sam. Coach, we can't have that kind of stuff going on in the
showers. You got to kick them off the team!" Chris said with agitation.
"Calm down, Son. Thanks for telling me about this. I'll look into
it," the coach said soothingly. Now, why don't you get ready for practice."
"I don't want to practice, today, Coach, if you don't mind."
"Sure, Chris, whatever!" the coach responded. "You go on home and
let me take care of this. Another thing. Don't tell anybody what you've
told me, OK?"
"OK, Coach." Chris said. The boy turned and went to the door. As he
opened it, he said, "I sure hope you do something about those perverts,
Coach. People like that don't deserve to be on the team."
The coach thought about what had just been related to him. His first
reaction was one of disgust . . . not at what he had been told but by the
little weasel who took it upon himself to be the moral arbiter of the other
boy's lives. Then he thought about what he had been told. `So, Terry's
been fucking Jonathan. I wondered how long that was gonna take. You could
see that Jonathan had a thing for Terry ever since school started. God, I
would have loved to have seen that! And, Sam and Alan, too. That must have
really been hot.' As coach contemplated the situation, his own cock began to
swell. Coach was a secret connoisseur of boy flesh. That's one of the
reasons he became a swim coach. He loved looking at beautiful young athletic
bodies . . . loved how taut and lithe boy swimmers were at that age, how
their musculature was just beginning to be defined . . . how hairless and
beautiful these young boys were. Once the boys got overly muscular and
hairy, he lost interest in them. And, the swim suits he had picked for the
team had been a stroke of genius. He had researched all the equipment
manufacturers until he found the one that made the skimpiest of suits. These
were the ones he ordered for the team . . . ones that just barely covered the
boys' asses . . . ones that just barely contained the cocks and balls of his
young charges . . . ones that even showed wisps of pubic hair.
Of all the team members, Terry was the one who excited the coach the
most. The boy's tall, lithe body, the big cock and balls that swung between
the boy's legs and the melon-shaped ass had never failed to give the coach a
roaring hard on. On more than one occasion, the coach had secreted himself
in the locker room so that he could appreciate Terry's beauty unnoticed.
And, Jonathan Riley. That redheaded boy also made his blood boil. `God, I
would have loved to watch Terry fucking that kid's tight little ass,' he
thought. `Oh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Why did I have to leave early yesterday?'
The coach got up to close and lock the door to his office. He moved
back to his desk and as he sat down in his chair, he pulled his sweat pants
and jockstrap down around his ankles. His bulbous cock sprang straight up
against his abdomen, dripping copious amounts of precum. As he slowly began
stroking the fat cock, he put his feet up on the desk and spread his thighs.
He licked a finger on his free hand and stuffed it up his ass. As he
fingered his prostate, he felt his climax approaching. Just in time, he
stood up and, moaning in ecstasy, shot a massive amount of cum into his waste
basket. As he squirted out his load, it dripped down the sides of the metal
trash container. Quivering with excitement, he didn't remove his finger
from his ass but continued to manipulate his gland, hoping to coax another
orgasm from his rapidly deflating cock. `Shit, I wish I were 17 again. I'll
bet those kids came come time after time without a rest,' he thought
ruefully. After reluctantly removing his finger from his rectum and with his
clothes still bunched around his ankles, he waddled into his bathroom to
clean up.
After practice that afternoon, he once again stopped into the locker
room.
"Terry, can I talk to you before you go home tonight?" the coach said
to the boy.
"Sure, Coach," Terry replied. "I'll stop by after I shower."
Terry went into the shower room with the rest of the guys and washed
himself clean.
"Jonathan, I don't know what the fuck is going on but the coach said
I should go talk to him in his office. I wonder what's so secret that he
can't talk about it in front of everyone."
After finishing shampooing, he left Jonathan in the shower room with
Alan and the rest of the team. He wrapped a towel around his waist and
walked to the coach's office.
"You wanted to see me, Coach?" Terry said, standing in the doorway.
"Yes, Terry. Come on in and close the door behind you," the coach
said, pleased that Terry had not dressed. "Sit down, please."
As Terry sat down, the towel separated a bit, giving coach an
unobstructed view of the flaccid cock and loose-hanging nuts that reposed
between the boy's thighs. Terry noticed that the focus of the coach's
attention had become his genitalia. More than once, Terry had noticed the
coach looking at him. As though trying to get a closer look, Coach Brownley
moved around to the front of his desk and leaned back. Terry couldn't help
but notice that Coach's crotch was bulging suspiciously like he was sporting
a hard on. Terry self-consciously crossed his legs and rearranged his towel.
The last thing he wanted was to be the cause of coach's obvious excitement.
"Terry, uh, Son. It's come to my attention that there was something
of a party going on in here last night and that you were one of the principal
participants."
"What do you mean, Coach? I never came in here!" Terry said, trying
to skirt the issue.
"I don't mean my office, Terry. I mean the shower room."
"Who told you that?" Terry asked in a calm tone of voice.
"Well, let's just say, I got the whole story."
"Just exactly was supposed to have happened?" Terry continued,
unintimidated.
"Well, the way I heard the story, you fucked young Riley in the ass
in the shower room and right in front of the whole team. Is that true?" the
coach asked.
"Coach, just what are you getting at?" Terry said, suddenly staring
directly at the coach's bulging crotch. "Just exactly do you want me to
say."
"Well, Son, that kind of behavior isn't really proper here on school
property, now is it? And if the allegations are true, well, you could be in
all kinds of trouble. Now, I don't want to see you, ahem, be disciplined,
son . . . " the coach said as he slowly drew his hand down to his groin and
began to rub it. "I'm sure we can reach some sort of compromise, now, can't
we?"
With that, the coach dropped to his knees in front of Terry and
pulled the towel open. He put his hands between Terry's thighs and pushed
them apart. He leaned forward and took Terry's soft cock into his mouth.
Very calmly and coldly, Terry said, "Coach. What the fuck do you
think you're doing?"
The coach let Terry's still flaccid cock slip from his lips and said,
"Come on, Terry. We both know you want this as much as I do. Cooperate and
I'll make sure that nothing happens to you." With that he once again took
the boy's dick into his mouth.
"Jonathan! Alan! Sam!" Terry yelled.
Suddenly, the door opened and in barged the entire swim team.
Everybody had a perfect view of the coach down on his knees with Terry's soft
cock completely enveloped in his mouth.
"Guys, it seems that Coach here found out about what happened in the
shower room yesterday. He's generously offered to keep quiet about it . . .
if I let him suck on my dick. What do you guys think I should do?" Terry
said sarcastically as he pushed the coach off.
"You bastard," Jonathan shouted at the coach.
"Calm down, Red," Terry said reassuringly. Turning to Coach
Brownley, Terry said, "Coach, what makes you think that I'd let you
intimidate me into doing something I don't want to do? Now, the rest of you
guys, clear out, OK. The coach and I are going to have a private
heart-to-heart talk. You, too, Jonathan, OK? Please? Humor me."
After the boys left, Terry said to the Coach,
"Coach, apparently you don't know what the situation around here is.
Let me help you to understand. First off, I am filthy fucking rich!
Secondly, everyone, from the headmaster to the janitor around here knows that
I'm gay. It's no secret. Thirdly, for the last two years, I've personally
donated $1 million a year to the school's endowment fund. This year, the
Board of Trustees is after me for even more. Getting the picture? Do you
really think that they would jeopardize that kind of money by taking any
action against me or anyone I didn't want them too just because of something
as insignificant as a little consensual sex?"
The coach, still on his knees in front of Terry, stared at the boy,
astonished by what he was being told. Terry went on.
"Coach, I think your tenure here at Bolton Hall is just about up. I
think you should immediately tender your resignation to the headmaster,
effective at the end of the school year."
"Why, Terry?" the coach sputtered. "Hey, I was only kidding. I
didn't think you'd take me seriously, heh,heh!"
"Coach, you still don't seem to understand. I could give less than a
shit that you wanted to suck on my dick. Under different circumstances, I
might have even let you," Terry said, fingering his cock. "Yeah, you wanted
this piece of meat in your mouth and you figured you'd blackmail me to get
it. Well, that isn't going to happen. What I'm trying to tell you is that
I'm not offended that you're a closet queer. I can understand that. What
offends me is that you are such an unprincipled bastard . . . that you'd
attempt to take advantage of a kid you're supposed to be helping and watching
out after. And, if you'd try that on me, God only knows what you'd do to
some other poor unsuspecting kid. Well, I'm just not going to let that
happen, understand?"
"But, but, Terry. I've never touched any of you guys before. Give
me a break. Shit, what am I gonna do?"
"You're gonna resign, Coach. And if you don't, I'll have you sacked.
I've got, what, ten witnesses that saw you sitting there sucking on my cock.
I'm giving you the opportunity to get out of here with your reputation
intact."
Coach Brownley was distraught at the turn of events. He needed this
job . . . it was his ticket to bigger and more important positions.
"Please, Terry, don't do this." Coach pleaded.
"Look, Coach, I'm not going to change my mind. I suggest that you
immediately begin looking for another coaching position, preferably at an
all-girls school. That way, you'll stay out of trouble. And, until you do
find another job, if I find out that you've come on to any of the other guys,
I'll have you arrested. Understand me?"
Terry pushed the demoralized coach away and stood up, his cock
tantalizingly dangling in the coach's face. To complete the coach's
humiliation, Terry turned, spread his cheeks apart, and fingered his
butthole.
"You probably want to bury your tongue up here, too. But, that's not
gonna happen either," Terry said as he walked out of the office.
Terry and Jonathan
A Love Story
Chapter 24
Terry walked out of the coach's office and headed once more for
the showers. His encounter with the coach made him feel dirty somehow.
He wanted to wash any trace of the coach from his body, fastidiously
scrubbing down his cock to eliminate any saliva that may have remained
from the coach's abortive attempt at a blow job.
Jonathan and the rest of the team had waited for him in the
locker room. As he dried off, the guys gathered around him, peppering
him with questions . . . `How'd the coach find out?' ... `What did he
want you to do?'... `Coach really tried to suck your cock?'
"There's only one way he could have found out what went on here
yesterday. That had to come from the little bastard, Chris," Terry
said. "He's the only one who didn't stick around. I'll bet the little
shit snuck back in and watched."
Together, the boys plotted their revenge. It took a diabolical
form. At practice the next day, the whole team acted as if nothing had
happened. After the workout, they ended up in the shower room together,
Chris included. Chris, as usual, went to the farthest shower head, well
away from the rest of the guys. He turned his back facing the wall as
he washed. Once he had applied shampoo to his hair and lathered up, the
rest of the team quietly encircled him. They positioned themselves so
that he could not escape from the shower room. As he rinsed his hair,
he realized that something was terribly amiss. When the suds were
finally washed from his eyes, he opened them. Standing directly in
front of him was Terry and Jonathan.
"Look, Jonathan. Doesn't Chris have a pretty little dick? And,
such nice, tender little nuts," Terry said, his words dripping with
sarcasm.
"Yeah, nice little ass, too," Jonathan responded.
Terry reached down and took the boy's soft cock into his hand.
In spite of the wave of fear that rushed over him, Chris's cock began to
grow in Terry's warm hand. Soon, he had a full-fledged, six-inch boner
standing straight out from his body.
"Oh, looks like he likes it, Terry!" Jonathan said.
"Yeah, I'll bet he'd like a blow job, too, and I know where he
can get one!" Terry said.
"Leave me alone, you perverts!" Chris said in a trembling voice.
"Ah, come on, Chris. You know you want it!" Jonathan said
icily.
With that the team converged on the frightened boy. They
grabbed his arms and legs and lifted him from the ground.
"What are you gonna do to me? Leave me alone!" he said, fear in
his voice.
"We're gonna see to it that you get that blowjob you've been
looking for, you little weasel," Terry said. "Come on, Guys."
The boys picked Chris up and carried him struggling to the
coach's office. Despite his fear and trepidation, Chris's cock remained
erect. The feel of the other guys' hands all over his body was a
powerful aphrodisiac, something had he fantasized about in his private
moments. Terry flung the coach's door open catching the Coach in
surprise. The team carried Chris, legs splayed, dick erect, over to
where the coach was sitting.
"What the hell is this?" Coach said.
"You wanted a dick to suck so we brought you one, Coach." Terry
said.
The coach stared at the hard penis sported by his snitch, Chris.
The boys carried Chris closer and closer to the coach until the boy's
legs were being held up on either side of the coach's head, his hard
dick and droopy nuts inches away from the coach's mouth. Several of the
team gathered to help hold Chris's body in position.
"Suck on it, Coach!" Terry ordered.
Coach Brownlee looked up at Terry with a look that bespoke both
his terror and his longing. Unable to resist, he sucked Chris's cock
into his mouth. The feel of the coach's hot mouth on his cock caused
Chris's body to stiffen. The coach swallowed the hard prick all the way
to the root, his tongue caressing the underside of the boy's shaft, the
head buried at the back of the coach's throat.
"Lift him higher!" Terry commanded.
The team members lifted Chris higher while several pulled his
legs back. As they repositioned the boy, the coach's mouth released the
hard dick. Soon his mouth found its way to the boy's nuts. As he
licked and sucked on the hanging orbs, Terry barked, "Eat his asshole,
Coach!"
The coach, by now consumed with lust, buried his face in the
upheld ass. His tongue found its way to the puckered anus. The coach
licked and probed Chris' asshole as the boy's nuts began to draw uptight
against his body. Terry nodded to the guys holding Chris up. They
pulled the boy away from the coach's hungry mouth.
"Lie down on the floor, Coach!" Terry said, again issuing
commands to the coach.
The coach did as he was told. He laid on his back on the office
floor. The team mates lowered Chris's body to a standing position, then
roughly shoved him to where the coach was situated.
"All right, Chris. Jam your dick back into his mouth and fuck
him!" Terry ordered.
Chris, now in a lustful frenzy, pounced on the coach, aiming his
dick for the hot, wet orifice. He straightened out his arms and legs,
balancing himself on his toes and fingertips and began a violent assault
on the coach's mouth. As he fucked in and out of Coach Brownlee's
mouth, Terry reached down, spread Chris's asscheeks and rammed his
middle finger up Chris's wet juicy asshole all the way to the third
knuckle. He then grabbed the boy's nutsack in his other hand, squeezing
the retracted orbs. In a rage of lust, Chris viciously fucked the
coach's mouth and Terry's finger. Before long, Terry felt the boy's
sphincter muscle begin to clamp. Chris shoved his cock as far into the
coach's mouth as he possibly could, screamed in ecstacy and ejaculated
spurt after spurt of his boycum into the hot slippery throat. Coach
Brownlee grabbed Chris buttocks and held the boy tightly, keeping Chris
from pulling out of his mouth. He greedily swallowed every spurt of
Chris's cum, relishing its sweet/tart acrid taste.
Finally, Chris collapsed on top of the coach. Terry gave his
tight little asshole one more violent jab and then pulled his finger out
of the tight hole.
"You two deserve each other," Terry said as he turned to leave.
He and the other guys made their way back to the shower room.
Elated and excited that they had revenged themselves, the boys resumed
their showers. Within minutes, Chris and the coach, now naked and
chubbed up, entered the shower. Now sneering with a renewed confidence,
Coach Brownlee bent Chris over, soaped up the boy's ass and his own cock
with shampoo and unceremoniously shoved it up the boy's ass. Chris
howled in pain as he was entered but made no effort to resist. The team
watched the coach as he plucked Chris' cherry and then left the shower
to dress and go home.
All the way home, Jonathan was strangely silent, which was
unusual for him. Since he and Terry had fallen in love, Jonathan had
come out of his shell. Instead of the quiet, shy somewhat sullen young
man he was before that pivotal event, he now was an ebullient teenager,
full of playful energy, good humor and what Terry's father used to call
`piss and vinegar.' Today, though, he was quiet, pensive. Terry, now
finely attuned to his lover's moods, gently probed.
"What's wrong, Freckles? You OK?"
"Oh, shit, Terry, I don't know. This afternoon's got me
bugged." Jonathan said quietly.
"What do you mean, Babe?" Terry asked.
"I hope you don't get mad at me but, damn it, I don't like what
we did today."
"Oh, Jonathan, lighten up!" Terry said, exasperated.
"No, Terry! I'm not proud of what we did and I don't like
myself for doing it."
Just about then, they arrived home. Without another word,
Jonathan grabbed his backpack, got out of the car, entered the house and
went straight up to the boys' bedroom. He walked right past Jennifer
without even acknowledging her greeting. When Terry finally entered the
house, Jennifer looked at him questioningly.
"Hi, Jen!" Terry said.
"What's with Jonathan?" she asked with concern.
"Oh, nothing. He's just had a bad day." Terry replied, heading
up the stairs.
When he entered the room, Jonathan was lying on the bed, his
head buried in a pillow. Terry moved to the bed and sat down next to
him. He reached up and began to rub Jonathan's back and shoulders.
When Jonathan didn't respond as he usually did, Terry turned him over.
Tears brimmed in Jonathan's green eyes. He sobbed and then reached up
and grabbed Terry in a tight embrace. Terry held Jonathan closely as
the boy cried.
"Oh, baby, what's wrong? Come on, now. Stop crying, Red. It's
OK." Terry said as he gently caressed Jonathan's back.
"Oh, man. You know what I was today? I was my old man!"
Jonathan sniffled. "That's exactly the shitty kind of thing he would
have done!"
"Come on, Jonathan. You're not anything like your dad!" Terry
said, surprised at the outburst.
"Oh, yes I am. And today proved it!" Jonathan said vehemently
with a tinge of sadness and self-loathing in his voice.
"Come on, Red. What was so bad about what we did? They both
deserved what they got!"
"When we first got together, whether you realized it or not, you
taught me a really important lesson. You forgave me for being such an
asshole. You forgave me for what I did and that made me feel so fucking
good inside. Jesus, Terry, that's one of the things that made me fall
in love with you. Now it seems that all you do is get even with people
. . . first the guy from the company, then my dad and now Chris.
Whatever happened to your forgiving nature?"
Terry was stunned. He hadn't had this kind of personal
criticism since his folks had passed away. Angry and hurt, he released
his grip on Jonathan. He rose from the bed and walked out of the room.
The confusion and anger that gripped him disoriented him. He had to
get out of this place. He ran out of the door, fired up the Viper and
drove off with a squeal of rubber and a cloud of smoke and dust. He
drove much too fast, taking curves at a dangerous pace. Several times
he almost collided with oncoming traffic. Finally, on the old
Mulholland Highway, he reached Lookout Point. He screeched to a stop
overlooking the valley. As it was now dusk, the lights of the valley
began to be visible. Soon it would be dark and familiar city landscape
would become a blanket of lights stretching all the way to the horizon.
Terry rested his head on the steering wheel and began to weep, the hot
tears dissipating his anger.
"What if Jonathan's right?" he said out loud.
A jumble of thoughts tormented the young man's soul. Had he
turned into some kind of vicious, vindictive ogre? He certainly didn't
have that view of himself but maybe he had. After all, hadn't the one
person in the whole world that he unconditionally loved just laid him
low with that accusation? With a monumental ache in his heart, Terry
wept like he hadn't wept since he lost his parents. When he finally
gained control of his emotions, he knew one thing with the utmost of
certainty. . . he had to get back home and make it up to Jonathan. He
put the Viper's gear shift in reverse, backed out of the parking lot and
slowly and calmly drove home, back to the love of his life, back to the
only future he wanted to envision - a future only worthwhile if his
beautiful Jonathan was at his side.
Terry and Jonathan
A Love Story
Chapter 25 - Final Chapter
Once safely parked in the driveway, Terry ran up the front
stairs and into the house. He bolted up the stairs and barged into the
bedroom expecting to find Jonathan there. To his surprise and
disappointment, the room was empty. Panicking, he raced back down the
stairs. He searched every corner of the house but couldn't find
Jonathan or Jennifer and Jay. A wrenching sick feeling clutched his
guts. What if, in disgust, Jonathan had left him? Oh, God, his heart
couldn't stand that!
Terry moved slowly, dispiritedly through the family room and out
onto the patio. He stopped, letting his eyes get used to the dark. He
scanned the back yard looking for some sign of the redheaded boy he
loved so much. When the darkened gazebo at the back of the large garden
came into focus, his heart literally skipped a beat. Someone was
sitting there in the dark, immobile. Terry just knew it was Jonathan.
He streaked toward the structure, vaulting chaise lounges, tables and
planters. The closer he got, the more sure he was that it was Jonathan.
The sounds of some unknown object or thing bearing down on him
startled Jonathan out of his revery. As he stood and turned to the
direction of the noise, Terry's body hurtled into his. Jonathan felt
strong arms envelope him in a tight embrace, warm lips press against his
and wet tears trickle down on his cheeks. His relief and excitement
matched Terry's.
"I've been acting like a complete shithead. Can you ever
forgive me?" Terry tearfully pleaded.
Wrapping his arms around Terry, Jonathan said, tears brimming
his eyes, too, "You could be a serial killer and I'd forgive you.
Nothing could ever stop me from loving you, Sweetheart. Nothing!"
"Oh, God. I was so sure I'd lost you . . . that you'd leave me.
When I got home and you weren't in the house I just panicked. If I
ever lost you, Red, I'd . . . I'd die!" Terry wept.
"That ain't gonna happen, Ter, ever! That'd be like cutting out
my own heart," Jonathan said, kissing the tears from Terry's eyes.
They walked, arms wrapped around each other, back to the house.
Before they settled on the large sofa in the darkened den, Terry put
some soft romantic music on the stereo, Paul Desmond's `Polka Dots and
Moonbeams' disc. As they lie there enfolded in each other's arms, they
talked like they had never before.
"I guess I'm not as smart or grown up as I thought I was, huh,
Babe" Terry said softly. "I've been acting like a silly school boy."
"I don't know how to break this to you, Babe. That's exactly
what you are!" Jonathan chuckled.
"I thought I was so fucking smart! I have more money than I'll
ever be able to spend. I own businesses, stocks, bonds, a fantastic
house, great cars, you name it. Powerful people walk around like
they're on egg shells when they're around me. I guess I just got a
little carried away. Thank God for you guys. If it weren't for you and
Jen and Jay, I'd be a total asshole. This way, I'm only half an
asshole."
"Well, I guess we both have a lot of growing up to do. I mean,
shit, we're only 17. What'd you expect?"
"I guess I expect better of myself than I've been acting and,
Red, so do you. You made that pretty clear tonight. And, you were
right. I've been acting like some incredible fucking spoiled rich brat
. . . just the kind of person I don't like . . . I didn't even see it.
Jesus, what an asshole!"
"You're not mad at me then?" Jonathan asked quietly.
"Good God, no, Babe!" Terry exclaimed with vehemence. "And, I
promise. I'm going to change. No more getting even, no more throwing
my weight around unless it's absolutely the last possible option."
"I don't know what to say, Ter," Jonathan said quietly.
"Look, Babe, tomorrow I'm going to violate this promise, OK?
I'm going to go into Coach and apologize and then I'm gonna tell him he
doesn't have to resign. Then I'm gonna apologize to Chris. Then, I'm
gonna call my lawyers and have them drop the charges against your dad.
I'm not going to offer him or Goldberg their jobs back, though. That
turned out to be a good business decision. Ms. Silverman is doing a
fantastic job at Spectrum. And besides Goldberg got picked up by
another company. He's making more money now than he did at Spectrum."
"Are you sure about all of this, Terry?"
"Yeah, you hit it square on, Red. I had no right to go around
like some goddamn `avenging angel.' It's time to make up for all that
and then get on with our lives . . . and I do mean `our lives.' I'm in
it for the long haul with you, Babe."
"Oh, God, I love you, you pigheaded asshole," Jonathan said,
tears once again glistening in his eyes. "What the hell did I ever do
to deserve someone like you?"
"I think I should be asking that question, Red," Terry said
solemnly.
The boys then gathered up Jen and Jay, told them to put on their
finest and the four of them piled into the Rolls and drove to dinner at
Ristorante Rex, one of the priciest restaurants in Los Angeles. It was
a celebration dinner of sorts - a celebration of the slow but continuing
maturity of the two boys, a celebration of their commitment to each
other and a celebration of the new financial security in which Jen and
Jay found themselves. Jay even tried to pay the bill but Terry wouldn't
let him. After all, when you included the bottle of Crystal champaign
consumed by Jen and Jay, the dinner bill was more than $600.00. Terry
could afford it.
The next day, Terry called his attorneys, arranging a meeting
with them and asking them to set one up with Jonathan's father. At
school, he cornered a very nervous Coach Brownlee in his office and made
his amends. Just as he was leaving, Chris walked in and Terry
apologized to him also. Just to show his sincerity, Terry took Chris's
face in his hands and kissed the boy. As Terry left, he couldn't help
but enjoy the stunned look on both Chris's face and that of the Coach.
That afternoon, Terry met with Mr. Andrews, explained the
situation and what he wanted done. Shortly thereafter, Arthur Riley
arrived and was ushered into a conference room. As Terry entered, Riley
jumped up in anger.
"What are you doing here, you fucking fruit?" Riley snarled as
he headed for the door.
"Mr. Riley. You know, you're really making this difficult.
Please sit down." Terry said calmly.
"Why should I? I've got nothing to say to you and I'm not
interested in what some baby- faced queer's got to say!" Riley fumed.
"Please, Mr. Riley, please hear the young man out," Mr. Andrews
said. "I think you'll be very interested in what Terry has to say. It
directly involves your future."
"All right, but make it snappy. I haven't got all day," Riley
retorted and sat down.
"Mr. Riley. First off let me say that I fully understand how
you feel about me. You're not so different from the vast majority of
the population. But, your disgust isn't going to change what I am, or
for that matter what Jonathan is," Terry said deliberately.
Riley tense on hearing his son's name mentions.
"Let me continue, Mr. Riley. I don't really expect you to
understand this but I love Jonathan with all my heart and I know that he
loves me. Like it or not, we're gonna spend the rest of our lives
together. One day, who knows, maybe the laws will change and we'll be
able to marry each other. That's neither here nor there. The reason I
asked you here today is that I wanted personally to tell you that I
have decided to drop the embezzlement charges filed against you. You
should know that this decision goes contrary to the advice of my counsel
and the District Attorney's office. But, it's a decision I've made."
"What?" Riley gaped in astonishment.
"You heard it correctly, Mr. Riley. I've decided to not pursue
the charges that have been filed against you. I'm asking the DA's
office to drop the case against you and girlfriend."
"What's the catch?" Riley said warily.
"Well, there are several conditions, Mr. Riley," Attorney
Andrews interjected. "Number one, all the money you took has to be
returned. That won't be much of a problem since the account that it was
in is frozen."
"Please allow me. I'll take it from here, Mr. Andrews," Terry
interrupted. "Thank you very much for all your help. I'll stop by
your office when I'm through," Terry said, more a command than a request
for permission.
After the lawyer had left the conference room, Terry silently
stood looking at Arthur Riley. The disgust and loathing Terry felt for
the wretched human before him being played out over his face. Terry
then continued,
"Mr. Riley. The remaining conditions are these. You will not,
I repeat, not contest the divorce action your wife has filed and the
settlement you offer her must be very generous. My attorney's will be
representing her and they will make sure that you do just that.. Do you
understand?" Terry said coldly.
"You're out of your fucking mind, you little pervert!" Riley
spat out.
"As I said earlier, you're making this really difficult for me,
Mr. Riley. If I allowed myself, and only God knows how much I really
want to, I'd squash you like the little cockroach you really are. But,
there are other considerations. Back to the business at hand. You will
never, ever say one word about this conversation to either Jonathan or
Mrs. Riley. Do I make myself clear?"
"You are nuts!" Riley once again spat out.
"Mr. Riley, look at it this way. As it stands now, you face a
prison sentence of eight to ten years for embezzlement. With good
behavior, you might get out in about six years. Think about that. Six
years sharing a prison cell with some terminally horny guy named Bubba!"
A shocked look crossed over Mr. Riley's face as he considered
the possibility.
"I wonder if you'll be the husband or the wife, Mr. Riley?"
Terry laughed contemptuously. "Either way. For six long years, you're
gonna have a hard cock in one or another of your `orifices!' Of course,
after Jonathan has filed assault charges against you, you'll probably
get ten or fifteen more years. By the time you get out, you miserable
unprincipled bastard, you'll never even remember what it was like NOT
being fucked by another man. Now, would you like to reconsider your
position?"
A totally whipped and dispirited Arthur Riley finally nodded his
agreement. As he rose to leave, he looked at Terry with a look that
signaled both fear and loathing. Terry then applied the coup de main,
striking a pre-emptive blow before Riley could think of it.
.
"And, Jonathan no longer has a father! You're dead as far as
he's concerned."
Terry walked out of the conference room, leaving Riley sitting
there contemplating what this seventeen-year-old boy had done to him.
He shook his head in amazement and resignation, then left the offices.
Terry stopped by Mr. Andrew's office to ensure that everything would be
satisfactorily handled.
Driving home, Terry felt like a heavy stone had been removed
from his chest. He could breathe again. He had made his amends and now
faced his future with a clear conscience. When he arrived home,
Jonathan was waiting for him. Terry took his beautiful redhead in his
arms, kissed him gently and said, "Well, Red, let's get on with the rest
of our lives!"
"I have a brilliant idea!" Jonathan said. "Let's start it with
a gigantic, sloppy, messy, noisy fuck!"
Terry and Jonathan together walked up the stairs to meet their
future.
The End.