Date: Fri, 14 Jun 2002 17:08:49 EDT
From: R656600@aol.com
Subject: Jeremy part 3 - The stories of Robert Cole

JEREMY

Part 3

Getting Caught

The beautiful boy is completely naked.  He is lying on the bed with his
erection laying flat against his stomach.  He is idly playing with himself.
He has a wicked grin on his face.  The man told him that he would do
anything that he wanted to him to do.  "Anything?" The boy asks.  The man
nods and the boy turns over onto his stomach.  He has a beautiful ass. The
man, who is standing beside the bed, also naked, reaches out and touches
the boy's butt and rubs his hand over it.  It is white hot to the touch.
The man puts his index finger into his mouth and wets it.  He then inserts
it into the boy's ass hole.  The boy squirms; he moans in pleasure.  The
man wants to fuck the boy, but the boy refuses to let him.  Rather, he
demands that the man eat out his ass.  Either way, the man is ecstatic.  He
climbs onto the bed and separates the boy's legs.  He gets between them and
lowers his face onto the boy's ass.  He inhales deeply.  The familiar,
musky boy odor hits his nose.  Without using his hands the man buries his
nose deeply into the boy's ass crack.  His nose touches the boy's ass hole.
Again, the man inhales deeply.  He becomes heady with the scent.  The man
reaches up and massages the boy's back as he licks up and down the crack.
The boy tells the man to put his tongue into his ass hole.  The man
complies.

The man is aroused to the max!  As he licks, he begins to pump his cock
into the bed sheets.  He feels himself about to orgasm but cannot stop.
Just before shooting his load, he awakens with a jolt.

The man was, in fact, on his stomach, pumping his erection into the bed.
He got on his back.  His cock was steel hard and ready to shoot.  The man
grasped it with his right hand and finished the job.  Breathless, he took
some tissue from a box next to his bed and wiped himself off.  He is
thankful that his cock did not erupt in the dream.  He would have had to
wash yet another set of bed sheets.  This would be the third time this
week!

Mark looked at his alarm clock.  It is 3:00 a.m.  He got up to take a leak
and then returned to bed, hoping that he can get back to sleep.  The
emotion that this powerful dream has generated is still with him.  It will
probably remain with him the rest of the day.  It will intrude during his
work and leisure time.  Mark knows that he will never have any peace in his
life unless he contacts this boy. The image of his face in the boy's ass
continues to haunt him as he tries to relax and get drowsy.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, he thinks about Devon.  He misses him so much.
His obsession with the beautiful boy on the train relieves him of Devon,
but never for long.

Devon was less involved emotionally in the relationship than was Mark.
After all, when Devon first met Mark he was a kid just entering his teen
years.  He really liked Mark and enjoyed having sex with him. But Devon had
other things on his mind as well: he was a good student who enjoyed his
studies.  He excelled in sports and planned going to college. Mark was his
friend and sexmate.  But Mark had fallen in love with Devon. The last day
that Mark and Devon would ever be together was unforgettable not only for
its passion but for the loneliness that Mark experienced after the boy said
goodbye and left.


They had been very discrete. They would get together for sex only at Mark's
apartment.  Mark was always home from work by five.  Devon's parents had
jobs across the river in New Jersey and worked later than Mark did.  They
wouldn't get in until after six thirty.  They had asked Mark if he would be
willing to look after Devon a couple of days a week until they got home.
Devon had an aunt who lived in a building near by and took care of him the
rest of the time. Mark was delighted and agreed on the spot.  So, three
days a week, when school was over, Devon went to the library to do his
homework, then to Mark's apartment. He would have a snack, they would horse
around for a while and wind up in the bedroom.  Devon, whose hormones were
generally in a state of rampage, could have sex every minute, let alone
every day! He was always ready.  Mark and Devon agreed that they wouldn't
see each other on the other days so as not to raise suspicions.

This last day that Devon would be in New York was a Saturday.  The family
would be flying out to California in the morning.  Mark had asked Devon's
parents if he could treat him to lunch and to a movie as a going away gift.
They had no objection and so the two went off.  Mark told Devon to dress up
for the special lunch he had in mind.  It was a hot September day, bright
and sunny.  Mark brought Devon to a very chic Madison Avenue restaurant
where he happened to be a regular. Devon was dazzled!  He had never seen a
place like it.  After lunch they took the shuttle from Grand Central to
Times Square and looked in on a movie at one of the brand new multi-plexes
on 42nd St.

They didn't stay long, just long enough to get the gist of the film.  They
didn't want to lie about having been there.

Earlier in the week Mark had booked a room at the Marriot Marquis hotel on
Times Square and he and Devon hurried there for their last time together.
During the half hour, or so, that they sat in the movie theater, Mark's
hands were all over Devon's crotch.  They were sitting in the back row and
no one else was anywhere near.  Mark's ministrations had given Devon an
erection and Mark slowly unzipped his fly and took out his boner.  He
wanked him a bit, then leaned over and licked the tip then put it into his
mouth.  He bobbed up and down on it until Devon told him that if he didn't
stop he was going to loose it, RIGHT NOW!  Mark backed off.  Now he had an
erection too!  Devon put his still hard dick back into his trousers and
both tried to relax until their boners subsided.

Although the hotel was only three blocks away, the walk seemed endless.
The elevator ride to the 15th floor, seemed even more endless.  When they
finally got to their room and closed the door behind them, they hugged and
pressed their lips together.  They kissed passionately, moving their
tongues in and out of each other's mouths.  As they kissed, Mark fondled
Devon.  Devon was rock hard.  With their lips clenched, Mark undid Devon's
trousers and let them fall to the floor.  He then cupped the boy's cock and
balls through his underwear and rubbed them.  His own erection was pressing
tightly against his trousers.  Devon's arms were around Mark's waist.  He
would let his hand rest on Mark's ass and would rub it as they kissed.
Mark got down on his knees, pulled down Devon's underwear and took Devon's
cock into his mouth.  He clenched his lips around the tip and sucked hard,
swirling his tongue around the sensitive cock-head.  He would twist his
head from side to side.  Mark knew that this drove Devon crazy; the boy
moaned and whimpered.  He grasped Mark by the hair and tried to push into
Mark's mouth, but Mark would not give up the grasp he had on Devon's
cock-head.

"Mark, please, please! Mark! Mark!" Devon shouted.  "I can't stand it, I
can't stand it!  I'm gonna cum if you don't stop doing that."  Mark could
hear Devon's ragged breaths so he loosened his grip a bit and Devon's cock
slid in to the hilt, pushing against the back of Mark's throat.  "You're a
prick," Devon whispered as he caressed Mark's head.

Mark loved doing this because it would arouse the boy to levels beyond the
capacity of the Richter Scale!  Mark could feel Devon's cock twitching and
throbbing so he let the boy's boner out of his mouth..  He got up and
kissed Devon on the mouth and then got naked.  His own cock, by now, was
dripping pre-cum!  He took Devon by the hand and they walked over to the
king-sized bed.  Mark knelt on the bed and Devon knelt facing him.  They
embraced.  Devon's cock slid easily between Mark's legs and Mark's erection
lay flat against Devon's stomach.  They stayed this way for a while, Devon
gently pumping in and out and Mark's cock getting massaged against the
boy's abdomen, which was quite wet and slippery with Mark's pre-cum.  Devon
rested his chin on Marks shoulder as Mark rubbed his ass.  Both were
moaning softly, each enjoying the sensations they were giving each other.
Shivers were going through Devon's body, a sign that he was very close to
orgasm.

"Let's lay down." Devon whispered.

Devon was now 16 years old.  He had developed into a handsome teen with a
gorgeous, athletic body and a cock that had grown substantially in length
and girth since that day that Mark experienced his boy-cock erection under
the model railroad layout.  Over the three years that they had been having
sex they established no set routine, they did what seemed like a good idea
at the moment.

Laying side by side, they slowly wanked each other.  "I want to fuck you,
Mark." Devon whispered.

"Let me suck you up real hard first, then you can fuck my brains out!" Mark
said with a wicked smile.

Devon sat up so that he was resting against the headboard.  Mark got
between his legs, took the boy's cock and guided it into his mouth.  He
gently pushed a finger under Devon's balls and massaged his ass hole. He
eased his finger in; Devon was moaning so Mark went easy.

Breathlessly, Devon said: "I think you have to get your finger out of there
`cause if you don't, I'll never make it to fuck you."

Mark immediately withdrew his finger and stopped sucking.  He got on all
fours and Devon got behind him.  There was a tube of KY in Mark's trousers,
which Devon reached over and grabbed.  He greased up his cock first, then
Mark's ass hole, driving his finger way inside and moving it around.  Mark
loved anything up his ass, and Devon's finger was bringing him wonderful
sensations, especially when his hit his prostate.  Devon then placed his
cock against Mark's ass hole and pushed in.  Mark let out a moan as he felt
Devon's super-hot erection enter him.

Devon eased in to the hilt then started to pump.  With each pump he would
slam his pelvis and balls against Marks ass.  Since Mark was on his knees,
Devon could wrap his arms around Mark's chest and rub his erect nipples.
As he neared orgasm Devon began to make noises in his throat, which became
louder and louder.  This was Mark's signal to tighten his sphincter and
bring the boy over the edge.  As Devon shot his load he repeated "Ah." over
and over again in short breaths until he stopped cuming.  He then pulled
out and flopped on the bed next to Mark.  Mark also got on his back, his
raging boner sticking up in the air.  After taking a moment to recover,
Devon sucked Mark off to a powerful orgasm.

Mark would remember that afternoon long after Devon had forgotten it. "Si
scorda mai la prima amore!" he mused as he lay there in the dark.  Devon
was really Mark's first love and first love is difficult to erase from
memory.

It must have been 4:00 a.m. before Mark finally could drift off.  The alarm
was set for six-thirty and brought Mark back from that second sleep, which
sometimes is difficult to awake from.  He felt hung over and restless. A
shower and breakfast made him feel marginally better but he didn't have his
usual buoyant energy.  As a rule, he was very horny in the morning and
almost always masturbated before leaving for work.  This morning he simply
wasn't in the mood.

By 7:30 he was standing on the platform of the #6, half hidden from view
behind one of the white tiled pillars.  His boy was less than three feet in
front of him.  The subway tunnel was steaming hot.  The boy had his blazer
off and was carrying it on his arm.  He held his book bag in that hand and
his CD player in the other.  Mark had never seen him with his jacket off
and so had never had a glimpse of his ass.  Now he was standing right in
back of this incredible mound of flesh.  How he wanted to touch and fondle
it.  He regretted not having wacked off before leaving for work.  He was
getting so horny that his cock was becoming hard.  He took off his own suit
jacket and hid his burgeoning erection.  He fantasized sticking his cock in
the cleft of that ass while jerking the boy off.  He was jolted back to
reality by the screeching of the train as it rushed into the station.

Mark prayed that the car would be crowded so that he could position himself
next to the boy.  He was in luck.  The boy barely cleared the closing doors
and Mark pushed right behind him. Mark's leg was touching the boy's thigh,
his arm and hand brushing his ass.  Mark was completely erect!  He slowly
turned his head so that his nose was right at the boy's ear.  He inhaled
deeply and caught the scent of the boy's hair.  Mark was delirious! He
could feel cum rising from his balls; he didn't care if he came in his
pants.

The boy's stop was Astor place.  When the doors opened the crowd spilled
out onto the platform.  Mark kept his eyes on the boy so he wouldn't loose
him in the shuffle.  He followed him closely out of the station and on to
Astor Place.  When the light turned in his favor, the boy dashed across the
street to the Barnes and Noble bookstore.  Mark waited by the subway
entrance.  Mark looked at his watch.  The boy came back out in about 10
minutes.  If he bought anything he must have put it in his book bag. He ran
across the street directly toward where Mark was standing then headed east
on Astor Place.  Mark followed closely behind.  Halfway up the block the
boy ducked into a deli and came out carrying a bottle of Snapple.  When he
got to the corner he turned right onto Broadway, walked to the end of the
block and turned west onto East 10th .

All this stopping and going was driving Mark crazy. He was hot and horny
and the boy walked at such a fast pace that Mark was getting tired just
trying to keep up.

Mid-blockthe boy arrived at his school, a small private church-run school.
There was a large apartment complex across the street that had a garden out
front with a bench.  Mark walked over and took a seat to observe.

There were a half-dozen or so students milling around the entrance of the
school.  The boy joined them.  A pretty, petite girl came out of the
building and over to the boy.  They held hands and the boy kissed her
lightly on the cheek.

"Shit!" Mark thought, "He's straight.  What a waste!  He consoled himself
with the thought that someone had to be responsible for making other gay
people.

The sun was hot and the morning humid.  Mark fidgeted, consulting his watch
every few seconds.  He looked through the knot of students but didn't see
the boy any more; he probably went into the building, he reasoned.
Suddenly Mark felt a hand grasp his shoulder.  He turned his head and saw
the boy standing behind him. He released his grasp and came around stood in
front of Mark.

"Why are you following me?  What do you want?"  A decidedly teenage voice
croaked in a loud, angry tone.  "You follow me almost every day.  What do
you want?" He repeated. "Are you the cops or are you a perv?  I've been
watching you for the past couple of weeks.  You're always around."

Mark froze.  He had no idea that the boy had ever noticed him.  He didn't
know how to respond.  He tried to say something but nothing came out.

"You're a pervert, aren't you.  You're following me `cause you want to suck
my dick; you're a fucking fag!"

Mark watched wide-eyed as the boy grasped what seemed to be a substantial
piece of flesh between his legs. "You like this, don't ya?"  The boy was
glaring at Mark. You really want to eat my dick. You like dick." he
taunted.

"I was just."

"Just what?" The boy said in a menacingly.

"What the hell," Mark thought.  "Yeah I want to suck your cock. You really
turn me on."

Mark braced himself to be punched in the face.  Instead the boy pointed a
finger directly in his face.

"Back off, get the hell out of here!"

The boy ran across the street.  Before he reached the opposite sidewalk, he
turned around and ran back to where Mark was standing.

"If you really want to, be back here by 3:30 when school gets out.  I don't
wait around."

With that, the boy took off again an entered the school building.

Mark was unnerved and dazed.  Did he hear right or did he imagine the whole
thing?  He reached into his jacket pocket and retrieved his cell phone.  He
called his office and told the secretary that he wouldn't be in.  He had
the flu.  He had sick time coming to him anyway..  He got up and walked
toward the subway and took the #6 back home.