Date: Tue, 25 Jan 2005 21:33:42 +0000
From: Billy J MacKenzie <mynameisbillyjoetoo@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Take My Hand Chapters 3 and 4

Disclaimer: I do not know any of the celebrities involved, or their
sexual orientation. All trademarks are copywright of the owners, and
not linked to, in any way, shape or form, to myself. Remember in reality,
HIV, AIDS and other STDs exist - so be careful and don't forget lil' Jonny!

Thankyou

Billy


~ Take My Hand ~

Chapter 2 (cont.): Tell The Truth - It's What Makes Us Human


It was light - the first day I had woken up in his arms. He was already
awake, had the telvision on, and was eating a piece of toast. He was smiling
at something, and I lay in his arms for a while, just watching him, until he
noticed I was awake. He kissed my hair and slid out of the bed wordlessly.
I watched him walk from the room, in only his white boxers, and I snuggled
further into the sheets, warm and cosy, watching the television. The day
looked crisp and fresh, and the light wind was blowing the previous day's
rain from the branches of the trees.

Jake returned, with a large tray of breakfast - toast and marmalade, coffee,
orange juice and cereal. I ate it slowly and we chatted like we had been
together for years. Nestled into him, I felt safe, warm and loved. I
finished
the breakfast and smiled at him.

"You have the cutest smile I have ever seen!' said Jake, after a moment.
"Looked in a mirror?" I joked back.
"I mean it," he said, "I love your little bad boy look, when I know that
underneath you're an absolute sweetheart and a softie!"
"Oh, a softie am I?!" I retorted, and jumped him with a pillow.

We were wrestling on the bed voraciously, when I thought of how perfect it
all seemed. Only one thing could possibly spoil it...

There was a hefty bang at the door.

We both stopped, and looked at each other. He jumped from where he had me
pinned, and went to the door. Just before he got there my jaw dropped in
horror - I knew exactly who it was. I called out a moment too late.

"BILLY!!! WHO THE FUCK IS THIS???" roared through the apartment. I held my
head in my hands and tried to hold my temper. I was raging.
"ONE NIGHT I'M AWAY, AND YOU'RE IN BED WITH SOMEONE ELSE?!?!" Mark screamed.

I broke.

"SAYS YOU!!" I shouted back, "YOU, WHO BROKE UP WITH ME FOR SOME SAD LOSER
FROM YOUR WORK!!"

He looked at me as though he was about to cry. It was his worse tactic, and
he knew it had me in his arms immediately.

"Just go," I whispered.
"What?" he sniffed.
"YOU LIED TO ME! GO!!!" I screamed, in a temper so bad I could've sharpened
knives on it.

He looked at me stunned, and then slowly turned, and looked at Jake. He
spoke quietly, expecting me not to hear.

"I hope," he said, "I hope you can handle the immature little shit."

Jake didn't move or say anything. He went with Mark to the door, and I heard
him talking to him, in a low, calm voice. The kind my father used to calmly
tell me to go to my room in, five seconds before he would chase me with his
belt.

I ran for the window and wrenched it up.

"YOU COULD HAVE AT LEAST TOLD THE TRUTH," I bellowed across the street,
"IT'S
WHAT MAKES US HUMAN!!"

I dejectedly tramped back into bed, and dropped into it. I pulled the covers
over my head and screamed. When they were pulled back, Jake was staring into
my eyes, looking at me like I was his and his alone. I felt safe again, and
the tears that were rolling down my cheeks dried up. He wiped them from my
eyes.

"Tell you what," he said, "let's just lay in bed all morning, then we'll
have
dinner and go shopping."
"No money," I sniffed.
"My treat," he said, and kissed me.


Chapter 3: Spend, Spend, Spend

It was cold this time of year in London, and I was watching my first proper
snowfall from the window of the bus. Wrapped up in my coat, scarf and
gloves, my breath steamed onto the window, and I wrote my name several
times before the novelty had worn off. Jake was sat next to me, wrapped up
similarly in my spare gloves, and his coat, now dry, looked warm and
cosy. He was taking me shopping to cheer me up - a man I had known for less
than a day. I can't say I wasn't grateful (or excited at the prospect of
new clothes), but I did feel a little cheeky - but then he kept on telling
me it was OK - he wanted to buy me new things to help me get over the
morning.

We stepped off the bus, and the sodden pavement was slippery under my feet.
It was all I could do to stand up. The rain from the night before meant
that the snow was only just beginning to settle, and the slowly whitening
streets of London were full of windows offering discounted January sale
prices. We slowly headed for the nearest shop - and at my protests of the
expensive clothing, walked in.

It was warm and dry, and I quickly unzipped my coat and took off my scarf.
Jake was giving his coat to a neatly dressed man by the door, so I did the
same, then marvelled at the immense interior of the store. It was richly
decorated, and I felt out of place in my thick baggy jumper and
jeans. Wandering along to the sound of strings and people staring, I looked
at the displays showing so many different clothes. Jeans, trousers,
blazers, coats, t-shirts, sweaters, vests, the store had it all. I was
amazed.

I saw a few things I liked - a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Jake suggested
I tried them on, and came with me to find the changing rooms. A woman with
auburn hair showed us through, and we found a cubicle, as large as my
living room.  It had a couch, and a small sink in the corner, and floor
length mirrors on all four walls. I quickly turned and shut the door,
flipping the sign to ENGAGED.  There was a little buzzing noise, and the
door latch fell down, securing it from prying eyes. I pulled off my shirt,
and tried on the t-shirt. It was very nice, and fitted my toned torso
well. Brushing the hair out of my eyes, I turned to check out the back, and
noticed Jake, sat on the couch, smiling at me. I turned back and dropped my
jeans, revealing my tight ass sheathed in tight white boxers. I watched him
looking me up and down in the mirror before pulling on the new pair of
jeans, tight round my butt and showing off my bulge impressively. Jake came
over and put his arms around me.

"These look amazing," he said, obviously pleased.

"Thanks," I replied. His hands were warm on my stomach as they pull the
t-shirt up to stroke the toned flesh.

"I'll be right back," he whispered in my ear, and nuzzled my neck. He felt
warm and soft, and I felt his hand slip from my torso, before his steps
away and the buzzing of the door as he unlocked it.

I stood there looking in the mirror, impressed at how good the clothes
looked. The t-shirt was tight and fitted well, the jeans hung off my hips
sexily, and my white boxer hem was just visible between the two garments. I
heard the door buzz again as Jake re-entered and re-locked it. He threw a
heavy coat at me, and told me to try it. I did.

It was the most beautiful black leather fitted biker jacket I had ever
seen.  It had two white and blue stripes running down the back, with a big
trucker label sewn between. I left it unzipped, and looked at the label. I
nearly collapsed.

"Seven-hundred-and-eighty pounds - for a JACKET?!" I was shocked, "I cannot
get this!" I began to take it off. Jake was beside my side swiftly.

"Keep it on," he whispered, "it looks fantastic. I have to buy it just to
look at on you."

I turned to him. He looked into my eyes and kissed me hard and
passionately.  I would explain about weak knees and things - but I'm a
horny teenager and those things don't happen - especially when you're
locked in a VERY expensive changing room, with lots of time and a very sexy
young man opposite you. So I did the self- respecting thing and kissed him
back. He slowly guided me to the plush couch and lay down on it. I happily
straddled him and leaned over, kissing him again.  He pushed the jacket
from my shoulders, and I looked at him intensely. He stroked my torso
through the new shirt, and stretched up to kiss me. I massaged his tongue
before dismounting and sitting on the floor next to him.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Nothing," I replied.

"Then get back up here!" he said.

I stood again and let him get up to me. He kissed me softly, and I laid
down this time. He leaned over me, still kissing me, and found the hem of
my t-shirt with his fingers. Pulling gently, he revealed my torso and
pulled the shirt over my head. He then undid my flies, slowly and gently,
taking his time. He pulled the jeans over my socks, and then removed those
too. Kissing his way up my legs, he bit the fabric of my boxers with his
teeth and tugged. My cock followed the fabric, until he pulled far
enough. The head protruded from under the cotton and landed on my stomach
with a thick slap. He licked the head swiftly, and I shivered from the
sensation. Finding the collar of his sweater with my fingers, I pulled it
over his head, feeling his warm chest against my legs. He kicked off his
shoes, and then slowly began to remove my boxers, deftly kissing the soft
hairs on my legs until he reached my ankles, then starting back up. By the
time he reached my cock, it had swollen to it's full nine inches, my balls
fat and juicy underneath, the pole defying gravity and slowly pulsing. He
wrapped his lips around the head and began to slowly suck, playing with the
slit with his tongue, and massaging it with his mouth. He worked his way
down the shaft until he reached the base, and then came back to the top. He
kept on working it slowly, teasing out the precum, and looking up and
smiling at me. I ran my hands through his hair and concentrated on not
exploding too early. All too soon he pulled off and kissed my stomach
before standing up. I frowned at him. He undid his jeans with a sad look on
his face, and quickly dropped his boxers. He leaned over and went back to
work, completely filling his face with my raging cock. It wasn't long
before he pulled off again, and I frowned at him some more. He just smiled
and lifted my legs. I smiled as his tongue flitted around my hole once
more, tickling me and pushing into it. His long tongue caressed the inside
of me, and made me ready for his next agenda. I felt him withdraw and then
his face came close to mine.

I tasted myself on him, and kissed him deeply. I felt his cockhead at the
entrance to my hole, and felt him push inside. I bit his lip, knowing of
the next nine or ten inches to be just as thick. He kissed me hard and
slowly and pushed forward gently. My ass slowly enveloped his cock until he
was fully inside me. It felt amazing. He began to pull out, then push in,
then again and again. The feeling was immense, and the look of ecstacy in
his face was just as fantastic. I wrapped my arms around him, and clung to
his back as he kissed my neck and my ears. He began to get faster, his
moans slightly louder, and I had to silence him before a store assistant
heard. He was soon pounding into me hard and deep, quickly thrusting and
driving like a piston in an engine. I felt his balls slap wetly against my
ass with every powerful drive, and saw his torso muscles tighten and
contract in his efforts.  He was beautiful, and the sweat dripping from him
made him shine in the bright lighting. My body tensed as my balls drew in,
my dick swelling, before I came, thick and flowing onto my chest and
stomach. Moaning, I felt him reach his climax too, burying his come in my
body, gradually stopping and drawing out, his cock flaccid and wet. He
slowly went to his knees and licked my body clean, getting rid of the come
that had splattered across my smooth torso, before reaching up again to
kiss me. He sat next to me and reached down for his clothes, and began to
pull them on.  I stroked his back as he sat there, and he turned and smiled
at me, kissing me again. I went over to my own clothes, and began to
dress. We left the room with the clothes he was planning to buy me under
his arm.

"You should get the coat," he said.


Chapter 4: Dinner and a Movie...

It had been a very succesful shopping trip, and though we were tired, we
decided to grab something to eat, then catch a movie. The pizzeria we chose
was small and out of the way, the food delicious, and the company
fantastic. Jake smiled at me throughout the meal, and kept rubbing his foot
up my leg - he was still horny even after our earlier excursions. I smiled
back at him as I ate my pasta, and chatted nonchalantly about what film we
each wanted to see. He was all for something funny, I was in the mood for
something a bit more serious. But, it didn't matter - I wasn't going to
protest TOO much. After all - it was Jake Gyllenhaal...

The dinner flew by, and we were soon on the tube to the nearest cinema. We
still hadn't decided on which film, and I was beginning to feel like an old
married couple rather than the first day of a somewhat raunchy and
seriously strange relationship.  We entered the cinema and decided to go
see Closer, the new flick with Jude Law and Natalie Portman.

It transpired, however, that we did not see much of the film. After five
minutes of sitting almost alone and isolated at the back from the three old
ladies who were also in the theatre, Jake slipped his arm around me and
nuzzled my neck. I lay my head on his shoulder and continued to watch the
film, his face in my hair. I could feel him breathing, and I quickly came
up with a devilish plan. I 'accidentally' dropped my chocolate on the
floor, and went down onto my knees to find it, before gradually arriving at
Jake's crotch. I looked up and smiled, and I saw the look of longing yet
trepidation about being in a theatre flash across his brow. I nuzzled the
denim, then brought my hands up to undo his flies. I quickly pulled the
zipper down, and heard the old lady four rows in front cough quietly.
Jake's body tensed, and I took the moment to pull down the front of his
boxers to see the massive, already dripping, hard tool flop out of his
jeans. I quickly devoured the head, tickling the tip with my tongue,
feeling the pulse on the roof of my mouth.  I took it in, inch by inch,
fighting my gag reflex, and heard him drawing in breath. My nose finally
touched his lower stomach, and I felt a hand on the top of my head.  He
bent down as far as he could and whispered into my ear.

"No-one's taken me all the way before."

I took this as a signal, and quickly began pumping the tool with my mouth,
slurping greedily, and sucking like it was an ice-cream. He was soon trying
to keep his moans and breaths to a minimum, so that the theatre wouldn't
hear, but the feeling of my chin hitting his balls every time I went
further down the shaft began to prove hard to fight, and he was soon
beginning to tense. I felt the balls contact, and pulled back to the head
just in time to taste the salty come, and swallow every drop, neatly
cleaning up after him. I pulled up the boxers and re-zipped and buttoned
the jeans as he caught his breath and regained his composure, then sat
beside him again, my head on his shoulder, my feet on the seat next to me,
his arm wrapped around me and the film screen in front of me...


To be continued...


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