Date: Fri, 11 Mar 2005 09:00:13 -0800 From: Kevin Harness Subject: Hands On My Heart, Part 2 Hands On My Heart Part 2 This story contains descriptions of actors playing gay characters of legal age and below 18. These actors engage inconsensual sex in this story, however your government, local laws, statutes, etc may not allow you to read this story. You are not supposed to be reading this story if you are not 18 years of age. All that being said, I write this story for true boylovers and the boys that love to be loved, everywhere, anywhere. ================================================================== It's rare, maybe once in a lifetime you come across someone who's beautiful, who isn't all about themselves, and who coincidentally happens to like you, too. If you're a boylover, it mostly happens to people in stories or someone whom you know that related their life experiences to you. It almost never really happens. To anyone. And that was exactly what Michael was thinking as he lay awake in bed Friday morning before his alarm went off. He was staring at the ceiling but in fact didn't see any part or portion of his room. He could only see Trevor. The boy's hair was various, but different, light shades of blonde, with soft brown eyes that made you think of movie stars who have their eyes done just before they go onscreen. A smile and lips that would befit a cross between Peter Pan, and elf, and some erotic but beautiful dream that you hoped you'd never wake up from. When they were alone Trevor greatly preferred to have his arms around Michael in some way or another. Watching a movie meant that Trevor was glued to Michael, nuzzling, cooing occasionally, and just as pleased and happy as he could be. His laugh. Trevor's laugh made Michael smile every time. It was an unabashed laugh from the heart and soul, a truely melodic song in and of itself. Yeah, Michael deemed himself lucky, very lucky indeed. The dramatically funny thing was, so did Trevor. At almost that very moment Trevor was having some cereal and watching TV before he went to school. But he wasn't seeing the TV at all. He was thinking. It wasn't like he felt he had to think of Michael, or felt obligated to do so. Michael had not only been a close friend for nearly 7 years (which is a long time if you're almost 15), and was not only someone whom Trevor had inexplicably bonded with instantly. He was like part of him. A lot of the ideas that Trevor had about life and school and people and, well, lots of things were because of Michael. He knew Michael always worried that he'd swayed Trevor or somehow predisposed him to being gay or at least wanting to experiment with Michael. He'd told Michael that it wasn't so, but in truth he wrestled with that for a while before he first had sex with Michael. He took a look at it, long and hard. He'd never been particularly attracted to girls, never felt wooed by their advances, and never felt like he wanted to play around with them at all sexually. He had girl friends, but n-e-v-e-r girlfriends. It had always been an area he didn't want to confront. That he might be gay. He knew deep down he must be because all of the signs were there, but it was one of those things that, initially, he tried to avoid thinking about. Now, it seemed to preoccupy his ideas and thoughts. He knew he was, and had come to that conclusion a while back. That he'd had the opportunity to meet up with Michael, who just happened to be a boylover was almost luck beyond belief. He knew that despite the sometimes obvious hot sexuality that young boys had, this usually only attracted two types of guys: predators, and boylovers. Most gay men don't give young boys more than just smile and acknowledging nod. Much less the chance to be taught, learn the ropes, be loved for real, and be cared for by someone you can totally trust. He smiled as he chewed his cereal. Yeah, pretty damned lucky. "Trevor?" his mom called to him from the back of the house. "Yeah mom." "Your father and I are going to your Aunt Mary's funeral this weekend. We're leaving tonight." She knew he didn't like death and funerals, and waited to hear what he'd say. Trevor was silent. "Trevor?" "I don't wanna go, mom." "I know Trevor, but Margaret and Tom are out of town this weekend too, so I don't know what else to do if you don't go." "I've got a sleeping bag from Scouts. I could ask Michael if I could crash on his floor for a couple nights until you guys get back." "Yeah, I thought of that, but it pins him down for the whole weekend and that's not fair to him and whatever plans he had for the weekend." "I could call him and let him know what my idea is, and then you could talk to him and see if it was ok with him. If not, I guess I'll have to go with you guys then." Trevor smiled. He knew it would work. "Ok, I guess that would be okay. But if he says he can't do it...." "No problem mom, I'll call him in a couple minutes when I'm done eating." "Ok." Trevor finished his cereal and washed out his bowl. "Hi Michael. Did I wake you? Oh ok, cool. Well, my mom and dad have my aunt Mary's funeral to go to this weekend and our usual spot to drop me off at won't work because they're out of town too. Um, I was wondering if I'd be too much trouble if I crashed on your floor with my sleeping bag for a couple nights." Michael couldn't believe his ears! "Excuse me, I think I just came in my undies, Trev, can you call back later?" Michael teased. Trevor laughed, "No, I've got to get off to school in a couple minutes. If it's ok, mom wanted to talk to you." "Sure, put her on. God DAMN Trev, WOOHOO!" and Michael laughed. "Mom, Michael wants to talk to you," Trevor yelled. All was arranged in short order, and Michael came over and made sure he had the cell phone numbers of both of Trevor's parents. Trevor was heading out the door and he and Michael high-fived each other. "C'ya laterz lazy boy," Michael chided. "A's and B's, buddy. Computer's the key," and he winked at Michael. All three of them laughed, and Trevor left. "Are you sure it's no trouble? He eats like a horse. Here, let me give you some money for the weekend," Laura said. Michael held up his hand. "Nah, let's just do a barbeque or something down the road. I'll put him to work fixing a couple computers to keep him busy. I could use the help, and if we get done early we'll go to the movies or something," Michael returned. Laura smiled, "Ok, thanks." Neither Michael nor Trevor heard anything anyone said for the rest of the day. All they could do was smile, seeming to others like they'd just gotten told a good joke except no one else had just been around. Trevor skateboarded home in near-record time, checked in with him mom and dad who were about to drive off. His mom slipped him $20 for "fun money" as she called it, and they were off. Trevor dutifully packed his sleeping bag, some clothes, towel, ditty bag, etc, so at least the neighbors could verify that he'd had a sleeping bag in his hands when he arrived at Michael's house. He even w-a-l-k-e-d to Michael's, despite wanting to fly or run or leap the whole distance. Figuring to complete the facade, he rang the doorbell. "Who is it?" Michael called, knowing full well who it was. He greeted Trevor at the door and they were the full picture of normality, congeniality, and hospitality. Then, once Trevor was inside, Michael shut the front door. Trevor must've danced and bounced around for a good 30-40 seconds and gleefully clapped his hands like he'd just won a trip to the Bahamas and a million dollars. On his last leap, he jump up and wrapped his arms and legs around Michael. They looked each other in the eyes for quite a while, both smiling bigger by the second. "Damn," Trevor said. "Yeah," Michael returned. Trevor put his head in the crook of Michael's neck and closed his eyes. Michael leaned his head into Trevor's head, sighing. Trevor put his feet down to give his boylover a break, but never moved his head. "Don't quit holding me," Trevor said. "Thought never crossed my mind," Michael said back. The moment lasted an eternity. "Do we have to eat and sleep, or can we just stay like this for two days?" Trevor asked. Michael lagged for just a moment, they said, "Two unidentified males were found glued to each other in Surburbia last night, apparently perishing due to lack of food or sleep." They both laughed, and let go of each other. It was going to be a g-r-e-a-t weekend. "You know Michael, we've never taken a shower together," Trevor said. "Or slept together," Michael added. "Or had a-n-a-l sex....." and Trevor's eyes twinkled and his face lit up like a Christmas tree. Michael smiled. "Yeah, and that sounds like just about a good order for things, too. Shower anyone?" and he nearly leaped out of his shoes and raced down the hallway to the bathroom, Trevor in hot pursuit. They both shed their clothes and slowed down as the last sock and undies came off, each standing there looking at their naked counterpart. Trevor could have been cast in a movie. Michael could not believe how perfect he seemed to be. There just were no bad parts anywhere, proportions were incredible, and the boy was about as good-looking as they come. His slightly bronzed body was topped by his multi-colored blonde hair. The blonde hair above his dick was nearly as light colored as the hair on his head. He had a wispy peach-fuzz of blonde hair all over his body, giving him the appearance of glowing in the bathroom light. Michael had a unbelievable body, Trevor thought. He was in very good shape, between light and medium brown spikey hair that looked great not spikey or wet, a cock that looked just absolutely awesome when it was slightly erect but still hanging down like it was now, and had very strong arms and firm chest muscles which made it way fun to be hugged by him. He loved Michael's butt, as it had sort of a very muscular, almost bodybuilder-type shape. On top of all they, they not only really liked and admired each other very much, they also were best of friends, confiding anything and everything in each other. This all took about 5 seconds. The shower took about 3 times longer than it should've, but no one seemed to be holding a stopwatch, and Michael and Trevor had no time cards that needed punching. It was just all about just being near to each other, close, tenderly washing each other, watching the warm water run in rivulets over each others frames, and just relaxing in the emotion of being truly liked, truly admired, and having each others' trust. Michael looked up at Trevor and watched the water run off his hair, Trevor's eyes brightly gleaming from beneath the waterfall in front of his face. Michael could only shake his head in near-disbelief. "What?" Trevor asked still smiling, clasping his hands around Michael's waist. Michael hesitated. Trevor gave him that 'Don't you dare not say what it is you were thinking' look. "Ok. It's just that you are so beautiful, Trev. I mean it. You are one seriously gorgeous boy. And then there's you, separate from that gorgeous body. You are so not all about yourself despite the fact that you could be. I just don't know what I did to acquire such a...... good friend." He knew 'good friend' was inadequate, but could think of no better way to describe what he was thinking on such short notice. Trevor beamed, and smiled bigger yet. "Thanks, Michael. You too. I mean it too. It's been like a continuing dream, almost like The Neverending Story or something. Kinda fairytale-ish, but way cool and real at the same time. And you," he shook his head too, "you are so.......I dunno, manly, I guess, and I love being held by you. But at the same time you're soft and understanding and funny, but smart too. And it's pretty obvious you like me and I just can't believe I got so lucky." "Wow," was all Michael could think of saying. "Yeah, really wow," Trevor returned. "And I know we're more than just friends, but we're obviously not married or anything, so I don't know what word we are I guess, either. All I know is that I like whatever it is." "Yeah," Michael said, agreeing. "Yeah," Trevor said. "I kinda like Boylover and Young Friend," Michael posed. "Yeah, I like those too. Trite, maybe, but a pretty good description," Trevor smiled. "'Trite', eh? Pretty big word," Michael teased, and Trevor responded by kissing him. "Yeah," Trevor said in a fake-smug tone of voice, "computer training really pays off." They dried off and engaged in some minor chit-chat about things they both liked to do, places they'd like to visit, how much fun this or that was that they'd done in the past. Michael couldn't recall ever feeling this happy, relaxed, and excited. "You want to go out to a movie tonight, or hang out," Michael asked. "Um, sushi out and a movie?" Trevor asked. "Hey, yeah, that sounds great. Cool," and Michael smiled as he put his foot up to dry off his leg. Trevor was dried off and hanging his towel up. He moved over toward Michael and gave him a soft but long kiss on his cheek. Michael closed his eyes, and savored the moment. "I love it when you do that," he said. "I know," Trevor said. "But it's not the only reason why I do it," and he smiled a big grin at Michael, gave him a brief hug and went in to put his clothes on for dinner out. Michael sighed. "Michael?" "Yeah?" "I like going out with you because we get to do stuff together, but I kinda don't like it, too, because we can't hug and stuff. That sucks." "Yeah, I know. I wished we could just be ourselves, too," Michael pined. "We could just stay in if you want you know." "But we always do that. I mean, I'm ok on that if you want to, but I kinda want to go out too," Trevor responded. "Well in case the neighbors are watching, I should take you to the movies just like friends would do," Michael explained. "Boylover and young friend," Trevor corrected, smiling. "Yup, ya got me there," Michael laughed. "Don't worry, when we're in the movies, I'll be right next to you," Michael said. They got dressed and zoomed out to Michael's truck. "Hey, I'm 15 in a couple weeks and get to start the Driver's Ed classes. I'll be drivin' this pretty soon," Trevor puffed his chest out on purpose. Michael totally busted up laughing and Trevor about choked exhaling all that air so that he could laugh too. Michael totally cracked Trevor up, and he loved it. He reached over and put his hand on top of Michael's gear-shift hand, and leaned his head over and put it against Michael's shoulder. Michael turned for a second and kissed the top of his beautiful boy's head. His hair always smelled so good, he could leave his face in there all day long. Michael ordered his favorite sushi, California Rolls, and Trevor ordered Eel Rolls. It was a nice light meal, accompanied by some smiles, a couple quips and short stories. The theater was right next door to the sushi house. "Piggyback ride?" Michael asked. Trevor stepped back a step and leaped on Michael who'd just crouched down to be ready. They settled in, and walked down to see which movie they wanted to see. Michael looked over his shoulder at Trevor who looked back at Michael. They both smiled hugely, both were having an absolutely great time. Trevor picked the latest Lord Of The Rings Movie, which was probably the best of the set, Michael thought. The drive home seemed somehow shorter than the drive to the theater. Funny how that works. Once inside the closed front door, Trevor and Michael hugged and rocked back and forth a bit. Trevor reared his head back a bit to look at Michael, who did the same. "I think I'd like to go to bed," Trevor smiled. "Are we tired?" Michael teased. "Uh-uh," Trevor said shaking his head, "not in the least." "Hmmm. What ever could we find to do in bed if we aren't tired?" Michael continued. "I wonder," Trevor mused. "I guess we'll just have to find out." Trevor and Michael hugged again, with Trevor moving his legs up around Michael's waist so that they could walk (well, so Michael could walk) and hug at the same time. Michael somehow made it all the way to the bedroom with no trouble whatsoever. They freshened up in the bathroom and seemed to lose their clothes by the time they got to the bed. Michael got in first and looked at his naked boy standing next to the bed with a huge smile, and a huge hardon. "I think you should get in bed before you catch your death of cold," Michael said. "Wouldn't want that," Trevor teased back and slid in beside Michael. They kissed, fondled, suckled, petted, explored, and panted. Trevor was hard as a rock and was on top of Michael, rubbing himself against Michael's cock, up and down, just enough to heat both of them up to the boiling point. Trevor said, "Um, is it ok if we...." Michael said, "Sure. You want to come first, or second?" "First and third," Trevor smiled. Michael grooved Trevor in on the pluses and minues of face-to-face vs. from-behind anal sex. Since Trevor was not huge, Michael said, "Ok, we'll do face-to-face." He grooved his boy in on using lube and fingers as an erotic item in preparation for anal sex, and he had to admit the boy did great. Michael put a condom on Trevor's dick using only his mouth, much to Trevor's delight. Trevor lubed the condom up, too, and pressed his dick to Michael's hole. "Ok?" "Yeah, push in little by little. You'll know when to stop, and when to keep going." "Ok. I don't want to hurt you, though," Trevor said a bit apprehensively. "S'ok. It always hurts just a little at the start, but it goes away." "Ok. Here we go," and Trevor pressed in, intently watching Michael's face. Michael was careful not to over-react, but also not to hide anything either. Trevor had to learn. He winced a couple times just a bit, and Trevor would stop for a second to let Michael readjust and get used to how far he was in. Then he continued. "Pump a little, and go in a little bit farther now each time," Michael instructed. Trevor did, and then he just sorta slid all the way in, and Michael threw his head back and groaned, and rolled his eyes and smiled. He watched the expression on Michael's face as he pumped, enjoying that he was giving Michael so much pleasure. All he could think was, This Is Awesome! And it was. "How am I doing?" "Great Trev. Kiss me." It was the most erotic kiss Trevor had experienced, and he began to pump as he kissed. They were getting pretty hot, and Trevor was panting hard. "Slow it down a bit, babe. Make it last, stretch it out." Trevor said, "Hard to do, I want the feeling so bad and it's SOOOOO good. But I'll try." "You're doing great," and Michael pulled Trevor close to him and kissed his chin, the side of his neck, and nibbled there. "Oh damn! Michael....!" "Pump hard and fast, Trev, cum bigtime." "Oh my God! Michael! I, I, IIIIiiiiiiiiooooooohhhhh!" and he squirted repeatedly, grunting and cooing the whole time. It was Michael's turn to watch Trevor's face and see how much pleasure he'd experienced. "Woah. That was i-n-t-e-n-s-e," Trevor said a bit breathlessly. "You were incredible. Class A lover. The best," Michael lauded. "Really?" "Hell yeah." It made Trevor smile maybe brighter than he'd ever seen him smile. "Cool. Thanks." Pause. "Your turn." "You sure?" Michael asked. "Oh friggin' completely sure," he giggled. "Ok," Michael said, and they sat up and kissed for a bit. "Lay face down." He kissed Trevor's butt and around the inside of the crack just a little, and then Michael inserted one well-lubed finger in slowly. "Awwwwwwwwoooooohhhhhhhhhh," Trevor said. "Uh-huh," Michael said smiling. He made sure he ran the finger around a lot in a circular motion. He twirled it and rotated it, and went in and out at the same time. "Nice," Trevor said. Michael could feel Trevor's erection through his rectum. He was way hard. "Ok, two fingers now," and Michael repeated the same slow procedure with two digits. His boy groaned and moaned delightfully. Michael did two fingers for awhile. "Ok, three," and he inserted three fingers very slowly. "Ok, relax, and sorta push out like you're going to take a dump. It relaxes and expands the opening." Trevor did, and Michael's three finger slid in easily. "Nice. Good job, just relax, no matter what. If it stings a little, let me know and I'll slow down or stop for a bit. Try hard not to tense up and it'll go pretty easily." "Ok." Michael quickly put a condom on and lubed it. He spread his boy's legs a bit and placed his dick in Trevor's crack, and slid it back and forth. Then he put the head at the hole and said, "Ok, Trev, when you feel the pressure of my push, push out like I said." Trevor nodded. Michael pressed a bit, and he could feel Trevor press back. Slow. Slow. Every time he pressed in, Trevor dutifully pressed back. It was at the point where the widest part of the shaft had to breach the muscle, and Michael slid in about half way. Trevor winced, but made no sound. He was determined to do this. On the flip side, he'd thought it would hurt much worse. He nodded, and Michael pressed a little bit more. Both could feel that it was almost in. "Ok, last time, relax and press out Trev," and just as he did Michael gently press in. Trevor winced less than before, and nodded again. Michael thrust and pulled back a few short strokes, each time going farther in. And he was all the way in. He held still for a few seconds. "Wow, it feels kinda strange. It stopped hurting pretty much, but it's like a full feeling," Trevor described. Michael smiled, "Yup. Ok, here's the icing," and he began to pump, and Trevor smiled way big. "I know, Trev. You did it." Michael varied his speed, angle, depth, and did everything he could to stimulate his boy under him. Trevor began to push back and drive Michael deeper, and began to pant right along with Michael. Michael was an old hand at this, but someone this hot, this cute, this wonderful beneath him...... he would cum soon. Very soon. Both could tell by each others' signs that both were going to cum, and both were taking in gulps of air as they fucked hard and fast. Trevor's blond hair was wet around his face and the sweat made his hair clump together and undulate with each thrust. He looked up at Michael looking at him, and smiled, his eyes half-mast with ecstasy. "Ohhhhhh, Michael, I'm gonna cummmmmmmmmmmmoooooooohhhhhhhhhhh-ugh-ugh-ugh-ugh" and he spermed the sheets, clenching his butt and driving Michael in orgasm. "Oh FUCK TREV! OHHHHHHHHHH MY GODDDDDDDDD UMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmm....." They began to giggle like 4 year olds at 3am who'd gone without sleep and who'd maybe eaten too much candy earlier in the evening. "God, how loud were we?" Trevor giggled. "Pretty loud I think, but I dunno. I was kinda preoccupied," Michael giggled back. They cleaned up, and lay back down next to each other, holding each other close. "Well, what did you think?" Michael asked. "Other than I was sure my testicles were going to disconnect and blow off my body, it was friggin' awesome." "Um, the getting or the giving?" Michael wondered. "Hmmmm. I definitely liked giving, but once we got past the little bit of 'ouch' at the start of my getting, that was unbelievable. Sorry 'bout the sheets, by the way." "No problems, that's what towels are for. Glad you liked it. I tried real hard to make it as easy as I could. I knew it was gonna hurt a bit, but you know....." "I thought it was going to be way worse. That wasn't bad at all. I LOVED it, Michael. Um, how was I for you, like being the bottom guy?" Michael turned toward Trevor, "Ok, don't take this like I've screwed all these people in my life and am comparing you and all. Because you are you and no one else. I have to say, for real, that you were the best I've ever had. The hottest, the best looking, the cutest and sexiest, and.......pardon me, ok? the best fuck like ever." "Really? REALLY?!" Trevor exclaimed. "Really." "Cool." Then, "I wish I was older, Michael." Michael knew why. "I know, Trev. But I like you just the way you are. Sure, you'll grow up and all, but hey, everthing takes time. Live each day for that day. It works better." "Ok. Yeah, I know. But still," Trevor said. Michael hugged his boy close and kissed his forehead and nuzzled his hair. "Mmmmm," Trevor responded. "Yup," Michael said. Silence. "What do you want to do tomorrow?" Trevor asked. "I can't tell you or you won't sleep," Michael said. "Oh like THAT helped. I'm not going to sleep for sure now," and he gently elbowed Michael. "Ok, ok. We're going to the racetrack and race those little gas cars around the track." "Woohoo!" Silence. "You're right, I can't sleep now." They both chuckled. But a little while later Trevor had drifted off to sleep. Awesome hardly covered it, Michael thought, but it was close. He kissed Trevor on the forehead and softly said, "you're way more than just my young friend, Trev." Trevor smiled in his sleep and nuzzled closer to his boylover, the smile never quite leaving his mouth. Yup, awesome, Michael thought. Awesome.