Date: Sat, 14 Feb 2004 23:10:11 -0800 From: Kevin Harness Subject: A Boy To Remember, Part 3 A Boy To Remember Part 3 The usual disclaimers apply, of course, in that if you are under 18, don't want to hear/read a relationship story of a man/boy nature, hear explicit sexual content, or if the province, state, country, etc you are in does not allow you to view or hear such content, you must leave this site now. Otherwise, read on. All characters, of course, are portrayed by actors 18 years of age or over, and any character resemblance to any real-life person or persons is pure accidental and unintentional. ------------------------------------------ Justin awoke first, early Sunday a.m. as the bleak light of dawn was barely enough to see anything in the room. I felt him stir, open his eyes and look at me, and I swear I felt him smile, and then he put his head back down on my shoulder. Once he did, I looked at him with barely parted eyes. He was quite a boy, nearly a man, but - as I had probably aptly put - a perfect blend of near-adult and boy. I loved the smell of his hair, and had always loved blonde boys. Justin had a smile that could melt ice, hazel eyes that danced, and a nice taunt body that bid for much hugging. And MAN could this boy deliver and handle good sex! He was AMAZING. But even more than that, in the few days that I'd known him, I'd come to like him a hell of a lot, and could tell that he had experienced the same sort of feelings. You know how it is when you first meet someone and you are enthralled with their very existence, their every word, how they look talk walk eat shower? Ok, ok, I guess you could say that despite and separate from the absolute phenomenal sex we'd had, I had a crush on Justin. Yeah, that sorta described it I guess. Crush. And he stirred again and looked up and caught me mid-thought and staring at him with a smile on my face. And he smiled back slightly at me, and gave me the absolute softest kiss on my chest, nuzzled me with his cute nose, and let his shaggy hair drape onto my torso. Damn! And then he looked at me for an enlongated second or two as if so say something, but he didn't. He let the words hang out there, unsaid, unspoken, yet probably understood by both of us. He very slowly swung one leg over me so that he straddled me on my thighs, and looked me in the eye. Smiling again with that Justin killer-smile that made me think of him and nothing else. He leaned forward and his hardening boyhood rested on my closed thighs, the tip just beginning to touch the underside of my balls. He continued leaning until his beautiful blonde hair hung loosely over his face, and he angled his head down so that his hair only touched my body. He swung his head from side to side, while sliding down after each side-to-side swing, little by little, tickling my whole front with his hair. "Ugh! Ohhhhhhh!" I moaned, my hard-on already straining at its own skin, standing out from my body as stiffly as it could. Justin worked his way down, e-v-e-r so slowly toward its head. As he made his last few side-to-side swings with his hair across my abdomen, he let his tongue pass back and forth over my cockhead, lightly, driving me nearly crazy. He smiled, knowing he was causing me such great feelings. He just loved doing it so well, and damn he did it well! Suddenly I felt him using his mouth to apply a condom to my wanton, straining cock, his mouth going all the way down to nearly the base and pubic hair. I arched my back as if to somehow bury myself in him. When he'd finished, he jacked me for just a bit, with me making all sorts of new noises. Then he held me firmly, and slid his body up mine, placing his warm cheeks just below my groin. He held both of our cocks in one hand, and jack us together, an experience I'd never had before. I wanted him SO badly, and he knew it, smiling wryly the whole time. He licked straight up from my cock, up my body, to my chin, and gave me the most sensuous and full kiss I can remember in a long, long time. And he then lifted his butt up, and guided me into him. He once again, in a nearly now-patented Justin move, threw his head back in an ecstasy pose from some exotic sex movie. He let me slide in slowly, savoring all of me as I entered him. I arched my back and pressed up into him at the same time, and met his buttocks with my groin, all the way in. We both paused for a second, and he looked at me. "Make me cum, Michael, I wanna cum from just you fucking me." "Ok, babe," I said. And he leaned over and we hugged for a moment, and then he sat back up. We got our rhythym going and I tried to angle right toward the spot inside of him that needed to be hit. I could feel it, and could tell by my young friend's face that I'd gotten it right. "Yeah, Michael, right there. Oh, oh, yeah....." he cooed. "Ok," I replied, and commenced to run my long cock over and into that spot as best I could, each and every time. I plunged deep each time, and then had Justin hold himself up slightly so that I could rapid-fire pump against that spot. "Oh God!" he exclaimed, "it's gonna work. It's gonna happen...." throwing his head back again, "ohhhhhhhh..........." I knew I was close, but held off as best I could, until I could hold no more. "Oh Justin!" and I pushed in all the way, spurting what felt like about twice as much cum as normal. But I knew I couldn't stop, so I kept pumping as fast and hard as I could. He was getting close, his groans were getting more high-pitched, closer together and he was trying to pump me increasingly more rapidly with his beautiful ass. "Oh Michael, OH! OH! OH! Ugggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh........" and with that he came everywhere, rapid intakes of air, and gasping between. It was so dramatic, and he pumped me SOOOO hard that I either continued cumming from the first time, or came again. Didn't matter which, it was exquisite. We both shuddered as though we were freezing, and Justin lay down on top of me, his head to the side of mine, kissing me on the neck a couple times, lightly, almost like a caress. He was quiet for a while, and then I became aware that he was squinching his eyes and his stomach muscles hardened. He was crying. I just hugged him, kissed his head, and held him. I didn't ask, I knew / hoped he would speak when he was ready. "Sorry," he said. "For what? Screwing my brains out, or being the best bed-buddy in the whole campgrounds?" I joked. He let loose and laughed a couple times, and then the stomach muscles hardened again and he hugged me tighter. "S'ok, babe, s'ok," I tried to console, patting him on the back, running my hands thru his hair, hugging him. He didn't move his head, but I could hear the words, nonetheless. "I don't want you to leave," he said, somewhat regaining his composure as he said it. Well, at least he didn't sob again. "I know, babe. Believe me, I know," I replied. Justin reared back his head a little and looked at me. I cracked open my eyes and peered back, and smiled. He gave me a smile back, tempered somewhat by a bit of quivering upper lip, but still mostly smiling. I brushed the hair gently out of his eyes, the tips of my fingertips grazing his young forehead. Putting his head back down onto my chest, he dozed off in the morning light, as did I. Well, I didn't know how I was going to do it, but I was going to try to figure out a way to stay in touch with this boy. Or else this would be the last time I'd ever see him. Little did I know, Justin had some plans and surprises of his own...... (yes, to be continued....)