The usual disclaimers apply. DO not read this if you are not allowed to, or don't get caught. If you don't like sex between teenage males then back out now. This does not imply anything about the sexuality of Jonathon Taylor Thomas. I wish it did though!
This is my first attempt at a story so I would really appreciate any comments, good or bad.
We walked into the room together, Jonathon leading the way. We sat on the bed and he leaned forward and kissed me again. It was slow at first but became passionate. His breath tasted minty, which I thought was nice, and a strange thing to think when you were being kissed by Jonathon Taylor Thomas. He started then to kiss my neck. His hand was on my knee and he slid it up slowly towards my belt. Instead of undoing my belt however he tugged my T-shirt out and slipped his hand up onto my stomach. He moved it up over my chest and pressed it tight against my heart, which thudded against his touch. He just kept it pressed there, maybe monitoring my reaction. He drew back from my neck and looked at me to make sure I was alright. I replied by leaning forward and kissing him on the lips, taking some initiative and slipping my hand up the back of his shirt. I gently stroked his back, running my hand up and down over his smooth tanned skin. He dragged his fingertips down over my waist and being very ticklish, I burst out laughing. He pretended to be put out by this and threw me back on the bed and sat just below my stomach. He brought his lips to mine, kissed me gently then sat back up. He looked at me, then started unbuttoning his shirt. I watched as this sex stud, the idol of my life, the fantasy figure of thousands, revealed his smooth tight stomach and chest to me. I moved my hands up reluctantly towards him. He took my hands in his and placed them on his stomach grinning.
"You don't have to be shy with me Nicky", Jonathon said, "Doesn't this feel right to you? It does to me".
"It does, it's just your'e this big superstar and I'm...I'm nobody."
"You are not nobody Nicky", he said sternly, "Don't you ever let anyone or yourself tell you that. You're perfect. If only you could see yourself through my eyes. I love you."
"You don't love me", I replied, "You couldn't love me".
"I know how I feel Nicky. I know what love is. And until you know that I love you, I won't do this". He got up then and left the room.
I sat on the bed and then the tears started to roll. I'd messed everything up. Jonathon's voice ran out in my head. I love you. I love you. Maybe he was just like Ryan, would say anything to get what he wanted. No I just knew that wasn't true. It was my fault. He did love me. It was in his eyes every time he looked at me. I just couldn't see it until now. And was what I felt really love, or was it just fascination. I was so confused. Maybe it's easier for him cos he's 17 I thought. What would he be doing with a little baby like me? There I was again, doubt and more doubt. I crept over to the door and opened it gently. He was sitting on the floor looking out the window over the lights of the town. The side of his face was towards me and I could see the tears streaking his face. He looked bewildered, totally confused. What had he done wrong, he was probably thinking? You did nothing wrong, nothing my voice called out inside me. But the doubt rang out still. Should I listen to my head and leave things alone, or should I listen to my heart and go to him. Which should win out? My heart or my head? What always wins a voice said deep inside my mind, and I went to him.
He looked up when he heard me and wiped his eyes dry.
"Shush", I said, as I sat behind him on the floor, spreading my legs out around his and clasping my hands around his waist. His shirt was still hanging open and I leaned my head on his shoulder.
"Jonathon, I stood there at the door watching you, and I realised something. I know now that you love me, and I love you too. I just never thought...I mean my parents...", I choked back the tears, "...my parents, they've never been very affectionate...and I just never thought it was possible that someone could love me."
"Nicky, you're parents just...", Jonathon said crying again.
"No let me finish. I need to get this out", I said, "When I first met you and you...well you let it be known that you liked me, somewhere in the back of my mind, I thought, at last, someone is going to love me. I hoped so much I think, that I started to think I was hoping too much, and reading signals that weren't there. But Jonathon, I love you. I know that now. I've never being more sure of another thing in my life. And I know that I don't have to hope anymore. I know that my lifelong dream has come true, and I'm not on my own anymore.
Jonathon turned around and threw his arms around my shoulder hugging me close to him and platting kisses all over my face. I was still crying and he wiped the tears away with his hand.
"Don't cry Nicky", he kept saying again and again rocking me gently, "Everything's alright now".
"I..I..I...", I said trying to control my voice through my sobbing.
"What, what is it?", he said looking worried.
"I..I love your American accent".
He looked at me in disbelief, then laughed.
"What's going on out here?", Ryan said rubbing his eyes coming out of the room.
We both stood up drying our eyes.
"Were you crying guys?", Ryan asked, "What's wrong? Has something happened?"
"No, nothing Ryan", I said taking Jonathons hand, "We were just going to bed".
I looked at Jonathon and smiled and for the second time that night we walked to the room hand in hand. Except this time, with my new confidence, I led the way.
"Right where were we?", I said pushing him back on the bed.
"We were about to go to sleep, right?", Jonathon said laughing.
"I don't think so Mr. Thomas", I said kissing him on the lips.
"Aren't you very brave all of a sudden Nicholas", Jonathon said sarcastically.
"Who told you my name was Nicholas?", I said slapping him playfully on the cheek.
"Well, it wouldn't take a genius to work it out, would it Einstein?", Jonathon said slapping me back.
"I'm not Einstein and I'm not Nicholas, and I demand you call me Nicky, or I'll call you Mr. Weiss."
"Oh, good comeback", he laughed, "Well I'll make a deal with you. You kiss me now, and I'll never call you Nicholas again."
"Deal" I said and planted a big sloppy one on his lips.
"Ooh", he said wiping his mouth and laughing, "That was disgusting".
"Lets see you do better", I challenged him.
He reached his arms up, closing his hands around my neck and pulled me down on top of him. The kiss we had was definitely better than the wet one I'd planted on him. He kissed me passionately and I kissed him back. Our tongues explored eachothers mouth and he would gently tug on my lip with his teeth. I could feel his hard dick pressing against me and mine sprung to attention. We were ready.
I ran my hand up over his stomach and stopped on his nipple. It was as hard as his dick, and he moaned in pleasure when I rubbed it with my thumb. He pushed me back up until I was in a sitting position and hooking his fingers under my T-shirt pulled it up and over my head, and threw it on the floor. He kissed first one nipple, gently sucking it, then moved to the other. Then he put his hands on my chest and pushed me backwards lowering his head to my bellybutton and sticking his tongue inside it. I was glad I'd showered that day. I put my hands under his open shirt and onto his shoulders, pushing it down over his back and arms. He released his hands from me to let the shirt slide off his arms, and it landed in a heap beside mine on the floor. Then it was my turn again. I lay flat on top of him and starting at his neck, I kissed the whole way down to his stomach. He had a few little hairs below his belly button, leading down into his combat trousers. His hands were running through my hair and he was moaning gently. I slid back up and we locked in a kiss again. He ran his fingers along my back sliding them in under the top of my jeans and onto the top of my ass. I moaned in approval and he pushed his dick up into mine. He released his hands catching me by the shoulders and flung me around so he was on top. I slipped my hands down the back of his combats and for the first time touched the object of my desires, even if it was through his underwear. He pushed himself up off the bed with his knees and one hand and with his free hand he started to unbuckle my belt. My dick was straining against my jeans and I couldn't wait to release it. I looked down across my stomach and on down to his crotch. Yeah, he was hard. His dick was tenting his trousers. He got my belt undone and quickly opened my buttons. The touch of his knuckles against my straining dick caused me to push upwards to his hand. He looked up at me and smiled. I could have died right then looking at his face. He sat up and moved off me. He tugged off my shoes, without undoing the laces, then my socks. he grabbed my jeans at the bottom and I raised my butt off the bed allowing him to pull them off me.
I was lying there, nude now, but for the boxers. He then removed his own shoes and socks and slowly pulled his trousers off over his hard dick.
"Ready or not?", he said, and without waiting for an answer he jumped on top of me. I gasped as he nearly took the breath out of me, and we started to kiss again. My hands went straight to his ass and I rubbed my hands over it, only the thin fabric of his Calvin Klein's standing in my way. I could stand it no more. I had to touch it. I slipped my hands under the tight waistband and onto his smooth skin. It felt better to touch than it did to look at. Our hard dicks were pressed hard together and he ran his hand from my hair, down the side of my face, along my chest and stomach and then arching himself up and reaching under himself, he took my dick in his hand and squeezed it gently. I moaned in response and squeezed his tight ass in my hands. I moved my hands up and then down again as I slid his boxers down revealing his tight ass. he sat up and lay on his back with his legs straight up in the air and pulled his boxers up over his lean legs. I saw his asshole first, it was a nice pink colour. Then I saw his loose balls hanging down. They were about the size of ping pong balls, which is big and they hung in a wrinkled sack. Then inch by inch, I saw his hard shaft revealed. It was really thick and long, about 7", cut. It was smooth apart from a couple of veins that ran down along it. He had a lovely head, purply in colour and oozing with precum. He a thick dark patch of hair above his dick. It was beautiful. He threw his boxers on the floor and flopped his legs back down. I sat up and we were sitting face to face, both with our legs spread out. Me with my boxers on and him with his hot 7" dick sticking straight up.
"Like it?", he asked looking me in the eye.
"No, I love it", I said reaching out and running my fingers up along his shaft gently. He gasped and then reached for my boxers pulling them off in record time. He looked at my smaller 5.5" dick, which was a bit thicker than his, and my balls which were about the same size. He reached out and making a fist around my dick, gently pulled my foreskin down over my mushroom shaped head. Precum trickled down over his fingers and looking at me slyly he brought his hand slowly up to his lips and sticking just the tip of his tingue out he licked a bit off his finger.
"Umm, salty...but with a certain sweetness aswell", he said seriously as if he were reviewing a new food.
He lay back down on top of me again, our dicks pressed together. We started to kiss again and he rubbed against me slowly. I ran my hands down over his back and onto his ass. The feel of his hard dick rubbing up and down over mine was sending waves of pleasure through my body. He started sucking and biting on my neck while still rubbing up against me. His chest was still flat against mine, and our bare feet were rubbing against eachothers. I repaid the favour by sucking his neck and he moaned in pleasure. Then he started to move down, kissing and sucking gently over my chest, stopping at each nipple then kissing in a line down my stomach. His chin was now above my dick and he looked me right in the eye before slowly taking the very tip of my dick in his mouth and licking it gently. He removed his mouth and starting at the bottom of my balls licked his way right up the shaft before closing his mouth over my hot head again. I was about to burst with pleasure when he slipped his thick lips down over my shaft until his nose was in my pubic hairs. Then he moved just as slowly back up again. Then down he went again, the whole time rubbing his hand up and down my leg. Then he started to quicken the pace moving up and down in long continuous movements. He never touched me with his teeth once, and always his thick lips glided firmly over my shaft. He started bobbing up and down really fast and I was near thrashing about on the bed. I never knew I could feel anything like this. I never closed my eyes, I didn't want to see anything but Jonathon, and seeing him, sucking on my dick was enough for anyone. My dick was disappearing in and out of his mouth and throat at a very high speed now and I couldn't take anymore. I grabbed two handfuls of sheet, arched my back shoving my dick deep into his throat, and yelled shooting spurt after spurt of my cum into his mouth. He never spilled a drop. He licked it up like it was ice cream and when my dick could stand no more licking I pushed him onto his back and kissed him like I never kissed before.
My dick was still half hard but I could feel his 7" poking me in the leg, begging for attention. I looked down at his dick then I looked at him.
"If you don't wanna Nicky", Jonathon said.
I just smiled and kissed him again, following his performance and kissing him all over, except I wanted to kiss him everywhere so I kissed his shoulders and his arms and his chest and his stomach. I skipped his raging hard on, and kissed my way down his thigh, and stopped on his feet kissing his toes. He was moaning and I was sweating from my exertions and I kissed my way back up his other leg until I reached his balls. I looked up at him and grinned and then I did something I never thought I'd do, something he probably thought I'd never do. But I had to do it. Just once. I spread his legs part a bit wider and pushing his legs upwards I revealed his puckered ass. I kissed and licked one cheek, then the other, then I turned my attention to his pink hole. I spread his cheeks apart with my hands, not a hair in sight, perfectly smooth, and stretched my tongue out gently licking his hole. I licked it again circling it with my tongue. I probed it gently and it opened slightly and I pressed my tongue in about half an inch.
"Oh Nicky", he moaned writhing in pleasure. I thought it would taste bad, considering what came out of there, but it tasted great. I removed my tongue and slowly moved up to his balls taking one in my mouth and rolling it about with my tongue, then the other. Then what he was waiting for, I licked my way up his 7" dick stopping at the top to lick the precum off. My god, it tasted great. I opened my mouth wide, covering my teeth with my lips and slipped down over his hard shaft. He let out a kinda squeak as I took his whole 7" in my mouth until his hair was ticking my nose. his dick tasted great and I moved my hand down to his ass and gently stuck my finger in slowly until eventually I was up to my knuckle. It felt great inside his ass and I just kept my finger there wriggling it about. I felt his balls tighten up and I knew he was close. As I moved my lips up and down over his hard dick faster he thrashed about moaning in pleasure and wanting release. So I sucked harder and moved my head faster. Sweat was lashing off me and him and it didn't take long before he cried out, arching his back and sending wave after wave of his hot juice into my mouth. It was difficult but I managed to keep it all in my mouth. He fell back flat on the bed panting. I removed his soft dick from my mouth and jumped up on top of him. His face was flushed and beads of sweat ran over us both. Our soft dicks were pushed together and our chests heaved in and out as we caught our breath. He grabbed me by the neck locking me in a kiss that lasted for about 5 minutes. It wasn't a mad hungry passionate kiss, it was gentle and loving. I lay on his shoulder stoking his hair with my hand.
"I love you Jonathon", I said with such feeling no one would doubt it were true.
"I love you too Nicholas", he replied smiling.
And you know what, for the first time in my life I didn't mind that someone had called me Nicholas. He pulled the covers up over us and after kissing me on the forehead we fell asleep in eachothers arms
In Part 5, coming soon, Nicky and Jonathon run into a problem that could tear them apart.
Sorry but that's the end of Part4. Part 5 on the way. E-mail me with any comments. Flames will be ignored.
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