Date: Mon, 27 Aug 2001 15:01:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: TJ Mason <writingdad@yahoo.com>
Subject: New Start-Chapter 6

Sorry this has taken so long to get out.  Life has been...life.  I am now a
graduate, BA in BS LOL...actually, BA in Business Administration, with a
3.883 cumulative GPA.  No honors, tho, as I only had 54 hours at this
school.  Never mind I run a multimillion dollar sales company, was taking 3
classes a semester, and helping my semi-disabled soon-to-be-ex-wife care
for our 2 year old...LOL All that matters is, I'M DONE!!!  Maybe now I can
get a real job! LOL

Anyway, here's chapter 6.  Please note that I'm using a new e-mail address
now, and am re-starting the notification list.  If you want to be notified
of new chapters and new stories (like Evan and Mark in High School Section,
yes, that's a shameless plug! LOL) then send me a note, and I'll start a
new list.

As always, constructive comments are always appreciated, flames and
bullshit...I ain't got time for...

So, without further to-do...
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"I kind of skipped over our first Christmas together telling you about
Lane," I continued, "but let me just say that it was one of the best
Christmases I've ever had, because it was the first Christmas I spent with
someone that I was in love with."

"Yeah, I remember our first Christmas together," said Allen, "and how
special it was."

"I remember that the gift that Travis gave me that year was that painting
of Lake Norman in the fall that we have in the guest room, the room that
was mine when I first moved in with him," I said.

"Yeah, you told me that before," Allan said.

I laughed, "I gave Travis a gift he wasn't expecting, either."

"And that was?" Allan asked.

"I got him off."

"WHAT?  I thought you said you guys were planning on waiting for your
wedding night for sex."

"Well, sometimes, things just happen," I said.

We both laughed a little.

I looked at Allen, willing him to see my love for him in my eyes.  "Have I
told you today how much I love you, how much I need you, how lucky I am to
have you in my life?" I asked.

"You say it in thousands of ways every day, love," he replied.

He leaned over and kissed me gently, then leaned back and asked, "So you
went back to school that spring?"

"Yep, January came around a lot faster than I had wanted.  Travis and I
spent a lot of time with Michael the ten days that Travis was in town.
They had a very, very rough Christmas, not happy at all.  It was so sad,
but Travis, mom, dad and I did everything we could to help, and to just
being there seemed to help some.

"Well, like I was saying, my stuff was already at home, in the guest
bedroom," I started when Allan interrupted me.

"No way.  You're not skipping the getting Travis off part.  Fess up, now!"
he said with a laugh.

I laughed and said, "OK, it was like this.  It was Christmas Eve, we had
been to church already, over to Uncle Jacks', and had gotten home.  Mom and
dad were both worn out, to the point that mom asked if we could just wait
and open our presents on Christmas Day."

"Sure, Mom," Travis said.  "We always opened our stuff on Christmas
morning."

"Well, dear," mom said to him, "we usually open our presents on Christmas
Eve, and then Santa comes on Christmas Morning.  But I'm afraid Santa
probably doesn't come here anymore," she said wistfully.

"MOM!" I said.  "What do you mean that Santa doesn't come here anymore?
You mean he doesn't love me any more?" I said, a bit over the top.

She just threw up her hands and said, "I'm going to bed.  Travis, put this
child to bed soon, please," she said, emphasizing the word child.

"Yes, mom," he said dutifully.

She sighed heavily, and headed down the hall.

"Good night, boys," dad said, as he kissed each of us on the head.

"We're probably going to sit up a while, dad," I said.  "A bit too much
excitement for me to be quite ready for bed yet."

"Well, just don't make a lot of racket, ok?" he asked.

"I promise to keep him quiet," Travis said.

I punched him in the arm and gave him a look.  He just laughed at me, as
did my dad.

"Tell you what, I'll close both the hall door, and our door, and maybe
we'll be able to get to sleep," dad said.

"Goodnight, dad," Travis said.

"Goodnight, son," Dad said to Travis, "And goodnight to you, too, Jeremy,"
he said with a chuckle, and turned and closed the door.

"Keep me quiet, huh?" I said with an evil gleam in my eye as I pounced on
Travis and started tickling him.

He grabbed at my hands and we started wrestling a bit, but, he was stronger
than me at that point, and pretty soon had me pinned, with both hands
behind my back at my butt, our chests pressed together, him laying on top
of me, and our faces inches apart.

"What are you going to do now, babe?" he asked.

I leaned up and licked his lips, getting them very wet.

"Blech," he said, and wiped his lips on my shirt.  "I'll get you for that,"
and he started licking my face like a puppy, making me laugh and squirm.

"OK, OK, I give up," I said.  "Now let me up, you brute!"

He just laughed, and let go of my hands.

Without warning, I took my right hand, and shoved it into his pants,
grabbing his dick and balls, and squeezing lightly.

"No who's got who?" I asked.

"Who's got whom," Travis corrected me, "And, if you don't move your hand,
you're gonna get more than you bargained for."

"Maybe I'm getting exactly what I want," I said, looking him right in the
eye.

"Thought you wanted to wait," he said.

"We're not having sex," I said, "and if I play with your dick, that's still
not having sex, technically."

"Don't go somewhere you don't want to go," he said.  "I can wait."

I leaned up and kissed him, as my hand massaged his dick, and it started
growing.

We continued to kiss as he continued to get hard.

"Jeremy, babe, we're gonna have to stop.  This is getting me way to hot."

"What if I told you I wanted to jerk you off," I said.

He just looked at me for a minute.

"Only if you let me do you back," he said.

"Not tonight, but tomorrow," I said.  "This is actually something I wanted
to give you as a present.  My gift to you," I said.

"What if your folks come in," he said.

"My mom is listening for the sound of my bedroom door to shut.  Then,
thirty minutes later, she'll wake dad up, and they'll come in here and set
out Santa Clause.  We don't have to worry about them coming in here.  She's
done this every year for as long as I can remember," I said as I continued
to manipulate his hardening dick.

"I don't know," he said, trying to get my hand from out of his pants.

"Travis, babe, just sit back, close your eyes, and don't worry about
getting walked in on.  I think dad had an idea, because the living room
door and their bedroom door are closed."

The shocked look on Travis's face was priceless.

"Of course, they could think that we're just in here making out," I said.

Travis relaxed just a bit, and when he did, I reached up and popped open
the button of his jeans.

He grabbed both my hands and said, "I don't mind waiting, Jeremy."

"Are you saying you don't want me to do this?" I asked.

"No, I've been wanting it since the day we met.  But I can wait until our
ceremony."

"I want this, Travis.  I want to do this for you, and to you."

He let go of my hands, and I unzipped his pants.  He lifted his butt as I
pulled his pants down and off, and then I reached for his underwear.  I
slipped my fingers under the band, and then pulled the material out, and
over his hard dick.  Again, he lifted his butt to help me get his underwear
off.

His dick was rock hard, and leaking copious amounts of pre-cum.  It was
about 7" long, and a bit thicker than mine, but I noticed in the showers at
college that I seem to be 'normally' thick.  His hairy balls were pretty
large too, hanging down between his legs and laying on the cushion.

I pushed his legs apart, and crawled in between them, as I reached up and
touched the first hard dick other than my own that I had ever touched.  My
heart was beating a thousand miles a minute, but I was SO turned on.
Apparently, so was Travis.  His dick was real hot, and the minute I touched
him, he sucked in air noisily, hissing. I gently blew on his pubic area,
eliciting a slight moan from him.  I leaned in, and inhaled his scent.  It
is a memory that is ingrained in my memory.  Anywhere I happen to be, I can
still close my eyes, and remember that first breath of him.

I took his dick firmly in my hand and slowly started jerking him.  I moved
so that I was sitting beside him, my head on his chest, looking at his dick
as I jerked him with my right hand.

I started out slowly, watching the pre-cum dribble out of his dick every
time I pulled forward.  He liked that, moaning lightly, and moving his hips
slightly.

I started jerking faster, but not fast enough to make him cum.  He was
beginning to breath hard, and so I slowed down, letting him come down a
bit.

A plan suddenly hit me, and I grinned to myself, knowing he'd like the
surprise I had in store for him.

I kept jerking him at a moderate pace and would blow on his crotch every so
often.  He would moan, and buck his hips, and when he started that, I'd
also notice his balls starting to draw up, so I'd slow down, and a couple
of times, I stopped.  I was building his fire so that when he blew, he
wouldn't be able to stop.

"Jer, baby, you've got to let me cum," he said raggedly, after the third or
fourth time I backed him down.  "Please, baby.  This is torture!" he said.


I started slowly jerking him again, changing not only my speed, but also
the pressure I was putting on his dick.  I took about three minutes to
build him up to the near bursting point, and then just slowed down enough
to keep him right at the edge, but not crossing over.

"Jeremy, please..." he begged me.

I turned, and looked up at him, smiled and said, "OK, baby...let 'er rip!"

I started jerking fast, and watched as his balls started to tighten up.
Without warning, I leaned down, and swallowed the head of his dick.  His
whole body went rigid, and the first shot out of his dick made me gag.  I
didn't care.  I kept his erupting cock in my mouth, swallowing his essence
as fast as I could.  He shot five or six time real hard, and then it
started slowing down.  I was getting inundated with his spunk, and I was
loving every minute of it.

When his orgasm finally subsided, and he had quit shooting, I was gently
sucking on his deflating dick, getting all of his cum cleaned off of him.

He pulled my head off him and gasped, "Too sensitive..."

I laid my head on his chest, and listened as his heartbeat steadily slowed
down.

After several minutes he finally said, "Wow."

I couldn't look at him.  I was scared, because I had told him I wanted us
to wait, and I was afraid that he might be mad at me because I had REALLY
crossed the line.  I think jerking him off would have been OK, but I wasn't
sure about me sucking him at orgasm.

"Are you mad at me?" I quietly asked.

He grabbed my shoulders and turned me to look at him.  I couldn't face him,
but he put his hand under my chin, and as he forced me to look at him, he
was smiling.

"Mad?  No way, baby.  I wasn't expecting that last part, but, damn!  Thank
you, my love!  Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

I just smiled.

"My turn," he said.

"Maybe tomorrow, hon. It's getting late, and we DO want Santa to get here,
don't we?"

"I'll get you back, my love," he said.

"Pull your pants up, baby.  Let's go to bed.  Oh, by the way...Merry
Christmas."

He pulled me to him, and kissed me deeply.

"I love you Jeremy.  I can't wait to be married to you."

"I love you too, baby.  I love you too."
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Well...Jeremy finally got his first taste of cum.  Comment? Suggestions?
Let me know.

Again, sorry about the long delay folks.  Hopefully, I'll be able to write
more as soon as the dust settles.  And, keep me in your thoughts.  I'm
planning on quitting work and going back to school full time come January,
so, hopefully, there will be more writing time available as well.  Evan and
Mark are begging for attention, as is a story about lost opportunities and
reconciliation.  Working title is "Unexpected Friends".

Hope you all have a happy Labor Day.  Until later...
TJ