J. Terenas



I looked over at James. I was in a state of semi-shock.

"You what?"

"I love you. Please, don't be angry with..." his voice trailed off and he ran up the stairs.

"Wait! James!" I said, "Just hold on a minute. I'm not angry, in fact, the feeling is mutual."

"Dammit, Chris, now is not the time to mess with my f*cking head!"

"I'm not joking. I really do love you back."

"No." And with that, he left.

Don't be afraid do try again
Everyone goes south
Every now and then
You've done it why can't
someone else?
You should know by now
You've been there yourself

I sat in the same fifth period study hall, my head in a Time magazine, this time about Gov. James "Jesse Ventura" Janus of Minnesota. SLAM!

"Oh, are you speaking to me again, after I 'hurt you so bad'"?

"Look, Chris," it was James. "I didn't mean to storm off like that. Listen, about the whole thing friday night..."

"Don't worry, just be at my house around 6:30. The bro-bobs are gone."

"Good. See ya." The rest of the day was a blur.

At home, that evening, I was sitting in front of the TV when the doorbell rang. I walked over to open it, and there was James.

"Nice of you to drop bye, James."


We went down to my room and talked around what we were really here to do for about 15 minutes. Slowly but surely, I seduced him onto my bed and we locked into a deep kiss. As the kiss continued, our hands started busily exploring each other.  I slid my hands down his khakis and felt his smooth, firm ass, then practically ripped his pants and boxer shorts off.  He just as quickly tore my t shirt from my back.  He made the slow but consistent transition from kissing to moving further down.  He licked me all the way down to my navel, and with his mouth, found my throbbing cock.  I don't think I'd been that hard in my life.  He  put it all in his mouth. He started sucking damn!  What a feeling.  This 14-year-old stud had my cock in his mouth and I was enjoying it very much. Realizing that he was having a lot of the fun, I decided to change things around.  As he continued to suck my cock, I rotated and found myself burying his cock in my mouth.  He was quite hard too.  It was a wonderful feeling - that smooth skin, the perfectly shaped mushroom head of a cut cock (I'm uncircumcized, so this was quite fun for me) and soft pubic hair that would bury my nose when I had the whole thing in my mouth.  My hands meanwhile, where feeling and squeezing his tight ass. I heard him starting to moan as he continued to suck my cock.  I was really enjoying having my cock in his wet, warm, mouth, but as soon as I heard him start to moan, I knew the time had come.  His moans quickly became louder and louder, and his cock started stiffening up, becoming even harder than it already was.  He started shaking violently as he cummed in my mouth.  Oh god!  That taste was like nothing I ever tasted before.  It is beyond description. For a 14 year old, he blew quite a load, let me tell you!  At almost the same instant, I also cummed.  He sucked in the first spurt of my hot load, but then he took my cock out of his mouth and started gently massaging it against his cheek.  I blew the rest of my load on his cheek, and he licked it all up.

Things got a bit more interesting after that.

I bended down to give James another kiss before I entered him.  "You don't have to, Christopher"  James said as I raised back up and positioned myself at his tight asshole.  "I know, but I want to.  I really want t...mmmh..."  And with that I pushed my way inside him.  Slowly, James took in my head.  He pressed his head into the pillow that was above his head, trying not to cry out in pain.

"Are you alright?"  I asked.

"I'm fine, Chris. Don't stop.  Go on."

I hesitated, then started to move more inside James.  I got about 2/3 of the way in and stoped when I felt something tighten around my cock. James let a cry escape which made me stop.

"Shit, James, I'm really sorry.  I didn't mean to hurt you like that. We can stop right now, I love you enough to wait."

"No, don't stop.  I want you to take my virginity."  James placed his hands on my cheek and forced his ass forward to try and comfort my qualms. I understood and gradually slid further inside of him.  I forced down hard, making James yell again, but this time telling me to go further.  Finally, I slid past the tightness and James let a stream of tears roll down his face. He gave himself to me and I accepted with open arms. I stopped my thrust to let James get used to me inside of him and to let the pain vanish. I was feeling pure pleasure making love to a man for the first time. I leaned over and licked the tear away from James' face then smiled lovingly at him. He returned the smile.

"Go on, Christopher."

I kissed him on the forehead and continued thrusting inside of him.  I slid in as far as I could. He squinted his eyes but his smile still remained.  I slowly pulled out and then drove back in.  I could tell that James was feeling great pleasure from my efforts because he began to moan loudly with every thrust.  I grunted as I fucked James' brains out. I could sense that it had reached that point, and we were both going full throttle. James wrapped his hands around my back and slid them to my ass.  He then started to slowly kneed my ass in his hands.  I loved the feel of James' strong hands on my ass again and gave him a kiss on the lips. I grabbed hold of him and thrusted harder. We managed to stop kissing and I began to breath hard against his neck. I thrusted harder as I came closer to climax.  Before I knew it, James let out a loud moan and spilled his seeds upon my stomach.  I felt the fluid create an even greater bond between us as I closed my eyes and continued thrusting.  My body shook and the whole bed was making noises like you hear in cheap motels as I thrusted harder. Soon we both stopped moving, relaxing after our incredible climaxes. I held James there, and we fell asleep, him in my arms.

I awoke some hours later. He was awake, staring into space.

"Christopher, I want us to be together forever." he said, softly.

"So do I," I said, running my fingers through his difficult brown hair.

And yet it was not meant to be...

You may never understand
How the stranger is inspired
But he isn't always evil
And he isn't always wrong
Though you drown in
good intentions
You will never quench the fire
You'll give in to your desire
When the stranger comes along.

End Part 2, Book I

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