Date: Sat, 12 Jun 1999 20:43:19 EDT
From: Whoaboy123@aol.com
Subject: The Last Time

The Last Time
by 
Michael Jacks

This story is mostly true. As always my imagination gets into it and some of 
the events are bigger and more awesome that they were in real life. The names 
have been changed. If you should not be reading stories about boys having sex 
with each other -- DON'T!

I was so excited Jamie was coming over to spend the night. I showered and 
dressed nice but casual -- no underwear -- what's the point? I was 
slide-showing my pics of JTT and others -- too bad they're not real -- nice 
cocks in those pics. (Thanks friend who sent them) The doorbell rang. I about 
wet myself. I tore out my bedroom door, raced down the hall and jumped down 
the stairs. I reached the bottom and Mom gave me a funny look.
"Sorry"
I raced to the door and threw it open. (needless to say I was really excited) 
Jamie's eyes grew big as golf balls. I grabbed his hand and rushed him up to 
my room. 
"Hi, Mrs. Jones!" He uttered as I hauled him up the stairs. 
A laugh came up from below -- "Hi, Jamie."
I slammed the door shut and planted my lips on Jamie's. His eyes went wide 
again and he started returning the kiss. I ran my hands all over his clothed 
body. His red hair and freckles really turned me on. I started undoing his 
shirt.
"Mark -- shouldn't we wait til after dinner?" He asked me.
"Okay -- but let's make out!"
"No objection there." He said.
As I ran my lips over his face I did his shirt up. His hands stroked my back 
and sides. He knows what I like.  And my hands roamed his body -- tickling, 
squeezing, rubbing, massaging -- I just can never get enough of my first and 
truest love. 
"Dinner!" was called from the kitchen.
We parted and tucked in and straightened out. He had a boner popping up and 
so did I. We adjusted them and went down for dinner. 
Mom, cooked a great meal, as usual. 
"You two look rather flushed!" was her alarming comment.
"We were just wrestling, Mrs. Jones."
(Yeah, tongue wrestling!!!!!)
My dad blessed the food and my sister, all of 12 worldly years old, 
wisecracked.
"What's that on your neck?"
Did she know? Had she seen? Did Mom and Dad know? Shit! Was I dead meat?
Dad said -- "Better take it easy with the wrestling, son!"
"Sure, Dad -- no problem!"
I got by that one but Jessie kept looking at me and Jamie all through dinner 
so I just stared at my plate. Jamie did too.
"That was really great, Mrs. Jones. I wish my mom cooked like you."
"Thank you, Jamie. It's nice to hear once in a while."
Dad haruumphed and mom just looked at me.
"Oh, yeah -- great dinner, mom -- as ususal!"
"Thank you, Mark."
I got by another one.
Jamie and I left the table.
"We're gonna watch a movie in my room. Okay, Mom?"
"That's fine. dear. Don't have it too loud."
On our way up the stairs I told Jamie, "You're such a suck up!"
"What do you mean?"
"You always get the compliment in before me -- or even my dad!"
"Better keep on your toes!"
I goosed him in the nuts and pushed him up the stairs.
"You better get on your toes or you're gonna lose something!"
Jamie squirmed away and ran up the stairs. I followed quickly with my hands 
out in front of me in attack position -- my fingers wiggling. Jamie shot 
through my door and I pounced. I grabbed him about the waist and knocked him 
to the bed and tickled him -- mercilessly. I got his chest -- he's goosey 
there -- and his pits -- sides -- tummy and crotch. I even got that place 
behind his knee and he was busting a gut, laughing hard and unable to breathe.
"Stop! Stop! Stop!" I .. can't ... breathe!!!!"
I stopped.
"Okay, but don't do that again. If there's any compliments to be given to my 
mom then I'll do it, -- got it!"
"Okay -- Okay -- Okay !!"
I squeezed his balls one more time, gently but firmly. Then I got up and 
locked the door. I reached in the video case and got "Jungle2Jungle" with my 
favorite young hunk Sam Huntington. Do you realize he spends about 2/3 of the 
movie in a loincloth? 
"Whatcha got there, Marky?"
"Jungle2Jungle"
"Cool -- put it on."
I did and settled down on my bed next to Jamie. Our hands found each others 
as we snuggled in against the headboard. He leaned his head on my shoulder. I 
leaned my head against his curly red locks. Our hands were together between 
us. This was heaven. One of the first shots of the movie has Mimisiku (that's 
Huntington's character) on top of a mountain on his `quest for manhood' he 
stands and moves to the edge of a cliff and his ass is exposed to the camera. 
I don't know where they got this kid but he is THE hottest in my book. I'd 
have sex with him anytime. He has a cute face and muscles on his muscles -- 
what a fine chest -- and they said he was 13-14 when he made the movie!  Wow!
I turned my face and kissed Jamie on the cheek. His hand went to my crotch 
and tickled softly through the material. I did the same to him. We enlarged 
rapidly. I turned the movie up, for insurance. I leaned over and kissed him 
firmly on the lips. He returned it by leaning into me and just about taking 
my breath away. I moved on top of him and kissed him deeply -- our tongues 
exchanging saliva. I ground my aching dick into his crotch and he ground 
back. I grabbed his head on both sides and kissed him hard and ground into 
him hard. He moaned. I loved it when he did that. That moan got me going. I 
sat up a little and unbuttoned his shirt. I slowly removed it, touching, 
tickling and caressing across his lovely chest, pecs and nipples erecting -- 
full of those lovely freckles. Skin as white as milk. This was my Jamie. I 
eased his shirt down his arms still stroking everywhere I could -- feeling 
his muscles -- small and wiry underneath that white, freckley skin. His shirt 
was off! Now I leaned in again and kissed him. Rubbing his chest with my 
hands. He moaned again. 
This time I took off his shoes and socks. I kissed his feet and rubbed my 
hand along their undersides. He startled and I pushed my hands gently against 
the skin. He moaned again. I undid hid belt and button, opened his zipper and 
started to pull his pants off. His boxers came with his pants leaving his 
lower belly, pubes and gorgeous prick exposed to my view. I pulled his pants 
all the way off and worked back up his legs -- calves, knees, then stopped at 
the inside of his thighs and caressed, massaged and licked my way up to his 
balls. As I licked his thighs my hands moved to his belly and pubes and I 
sunk them into the soft, warm flesh and curly red hair of his stomach region. 
His rod was standing about as big as I had ever seen it -- -- probably about 
7 inches -- gleaming white and purple with little red freckles on his dick. 
It was so awesome! 
I nuzzled my nose into his ball sack. He moaned again. I stuck my tongue out 
and licked his scrotum. My hands were now tickling up and down his throbbing 
shaft. My dick hurt. I reached down and adjusted it and returned to Jamie. I 
stroked his big meat and ate his balls. I pulled him over on his stomach and 
rubbed his ass, kissed his back and gave him a massage. I kept one hand on 
his balls and the other roamed all over his back, as did my mouth, searching 
for any place to give him pleasure. I pushed him up to his knees and got 
underneath him and took his heavy cock into my mouth. I sucked up and down 
that lovely piece of teen dick while I played with his balls with one hand 
and finger probed his ass with the other. I stuck a finger in and wiggled it 
around. He moaned and his whole body tensed.
"Oh, shit -- that feels good" was all he could say.
I pushed my finger in deeper and hit the spot. His dick got rock hard between 
my lips and I sucked harder, pulling on his balls. He grunted, and groaned 
and thrust his cock into my mouth and then spurt after spurt of his sweet 
boyjuice hit my tonsils. I swallowed and grunted. He was collapsing on top of 
me. That's okay. I can handle it. I pushed him up and over and I got on top 
again, still nursing his dick and fondling his balls. My finger had popped 
from his ass and I wiped it on the sheets. . Jamie reached down and pulled me 
up to him and kissed me hard. I had a little bit of cum left and I swapped it 
into his mouth. He probed deeper and we had a real good case of lip lock -- 
or should I say tongue lock. Man was he hot -- and only just turned 16. Whoah!
His hands found my t-shirt and pulled it off from the waist. My nipples 
pressed into his chest and I felt great. He reached between us and fumbled 
with my pants. I eased up on my knees so he could get at them. He slid them 
down and off my feet using his hands and feet. He reached down and took off 
my socks. We were at last totally naked and I thrust into him -- my cock 
aching for release. He placed it between his legs and I fucked them and now 
it was my turn to moan as he nibbled on my ear -- (it drives me crazy) -- and 
he ran his hands all over my body -- everywhere he could reach -- shoulders, 
sides, pits, ass, ass-crack, hips -- stomach and pecs. He grabbed my nipple 
and tweaked it gently. He then pushed me up and moved me around to where he 
could suck me. His gorgeous lips surrounded my almost 8 inch cock with all 
the love and passion that Jamie could muster. He pistoned on and off my 
aching, swollen cock. He played with my balls -- tickling -- just the way I 
like it. He spread my legs and probed into my butt hole. He pushed hard and i 
couldn't control it anymore and came and came in his mouth. He was still 
finger fucking me as my dick went soft. I let out the longest loudest moan I 
have ever heard. (I hope Jessie didn't hear) And my dick pulsed and shot and 
twitched and shot into his mouth. He swallowed all of it. And I pulled him 
back up and we cuddled and kissed as we returned to the movie. Sam was on the 
office building in NYC, calmly walking along the ledge while all inside 
panicked. 
I pulled the covers up over us and snuggled into Jamie. We went to sleep in 
each others arms.

I awoke to the dull blue of the TV, grabbed the remote and shut it off. Jamie 
was still there, head on my chest, arm draped across my belly. I slid my arm 
down his back and tickled. He stirred. He moved his head just right and I 
kissed his lips. He reached down and played with my erecting cock. I went for 
his and we stroked each other. I went down his slim length lovingly, softly, 
hitting each of those places that drove him wild. He was stroking how I liked 
it. He held my ball sack in one hand and ran his other hand over the length 
of my shiny, straining dick. I continued to stroke softly and went for his 
balls occasionally. We kissed and cuddled and stroked. My cock erupted and my 
body went stiff as my cum shot out on his chest and our faces. I continued my 
attention to his pole. His legs stiffened and that was my signal to stroke 
harder. I obliged and soon his dick was spurting thick ropes of creamy cum. I 
dipped my hand in and brought it to our mouths and we slurped it down. After 
that we relaxed and Jamie returned his head to my chest. 
Soon I heard him sobbing and his body was wracked with the heaves of a good 
cry. He looked up to me and I started to cry, I don't know why -- because he 
looked so much in pain. His sobs continued and mine died down. I turned his 
face to me and he whispered "I love you."
I said "I love you, too"
"I've had something to tell you for three months" he said, the sadness 
invading his eyes again.
"What? What is it?"
"I... we...we're..."
"What?!?!"
"Moving. We're going to Boston."
"Who's `we'?"
"My family."
"You're shitting me?"
"No!! Don't you see -- this is my last night with you!"
And he collapsed in heavy sobs again. 
I couldn't believe it. What did he say? Boston? Fuck no!!!!
"It's true. Dad got transferred. We leave Saturday."
His sobs continued. I held him and shushed him and cried and cried and kissed 
him and touched him and stroked him. His hands were all over me. Mine all 
over him. We did it once more. We masturbated each other and we came almost 
at the same time. We cried almost all the way through our final act of love. 
A knock came at the door. "Boys, it's seven o'clock. Mark -- you have to be 
at work at 8am."
"Okay, mom" I managed.
We got up -- not wanting to release each other. But we had to. I picked up 
his clothes and he picked up mine. His pants were a little tight but they 
fit. Mine were loose on him but I got his boxers and he had to freeball it. 
We opened the door and there was mom. She looked at us. 
"I heard. Jamie, your mom called last night. Mark will miss you but so will 
we all."
We started crying all over again and mom pulled us both into her and 
comforted us as best she could.
We silently ate breakfast, looking at our plates because each time we looked 
up we got teary. Jamie got up to leave. We walked to the door. He opened it 
and looked back. Mom was there so all we did was hug -- a good long one. 
Maybe I'll get to kiss him before Saturday. After all it's only Thursday now. 
Shit! I'm bummed. 
How can I face my life without my closest friend. We've known each other 
since just before 6th grade. We've had sex since 7th -- three whole years of 
blissful sexual union. There will never be anybody to replace Jamie. Never.