Date: Sun, 20 Oct 2002 22:31:33 -0400 From: Gerald Johnson Subject: In a Person's World 6 Warnings: This story is all about sex with minors of ages 12-17 and adults. It also starts after the initial seduction. Any similarities to any person, real or fictitious, is just pure coincidence. Chapter 6 Deep in a place where neither space nor time controls the physical plane, three women strung the lines of Fate. Gold for the Gods and yarn for the mortals. Past, a child that showed innocence as much as a new born baby cries for the first time, delicately smoothed out the yarns of the mortal children. Present, a woman that possess the beauty of many different maidens ready for their husbands, stood in watch of the middle-aged men and women and, of course, the Gods themselves. Future, a woman, old and decrepit, though still as much part of the Fates as ever, cut the strings of mortals to replenish the deplete the Earth of the old, she was the one that was fated to kill, more so than the others. In the background, flames created an ambiance that looked and felt like serenity and despair at the same time. The walls were draped with tapestries and torches, making the place seem ancient, as it is. "Present, it is time," Future said. A smile came to Present's face while she grabbed a blue and a green strings of yarn, "I know it is none of my concern but why do you go here every day my Lord to check on these particular mortals? They mean no threat to you nor no gain." Dazzling lights illuminated the room as a man, aged but still handsome in many ways, appeared in front of the Fates. He seemed to be well over fifty but still in excellent shape. Silver hairs stick out in his beard but still, he was amazingly handsome for a man his age. Why shouldn't he be? Why shouldn't the King of the Gods and the God of weather be handsome? "Do I sense a rebel in you, Fate? I would have thought that Past would have been the one to question." "It is in her nature. Present cannot help but question the present, Past cannot stop wishing to change the wrongful doings of the past, as I cannot stop telling them both of what I know," Future stated, never once looking at him. "For one so wise, you seem not afraid of me," Zeus said walking over to her. "So tell me, Future. Is they're fate sealed yet? Or do I have to wait another day for you're answer?" "No my Lord, they're fate is sealed but vaguely so. The only thing I can see in store for them is vocalized in a few words . . ." she drifted off. The child spoke for the first time, her voice high and vibrant, "In the past they had been fated to cross each other's paths and to be put together in perfect love and perfect harmony . . ." "In the present," the middle aged woman said, "they had been torn apart . . ." "And in the future, they're fate is to live their lives separate. See the threads of their lifelines?" Future said showing the almost fully untwisted strings. It was true, the stings had divided until only one part of them had been intertwined. "What about this side?" the majestic King asked twiddling with the braided parts. "The lines there are still in subject. As easily as they were put together, they can easily be cut in half." Present said. Future stood up and pointed at the blue thread, "Watch! This soul is still trying. There still is hope." Matt's POV "Oh, shit!" Simon yelled as he jumped up and threw the covers on me. The door busted open and Mark walked into the room, acting like it was his. In his hands he held a brown box that people use when they leave the `office'. Hmm, what does he think he's doing? Mark put the stuff down on the floor, walked up to me, without even looking at Simon. Can you believe this guy? I mean, here he thinks he can just waltz in here; back into my life. After he tells me that I'm beneath him, that I'm not worthy enough for him. I hate this guy! But why . . . why does he make me feel this way? Why does my heart flutter every time I think of him? Does that happen to every guy you hate? Does that happen to every guy you want to hate? Do I want to hate him? Simon stood up and looked at me. In his eyes I saw sorrow. Even though it was just for a moment, it was there. To me, it looked like he was about to cry. Have I touched something in him? No, I can't. Maybe I did but if I did, I don't know what to do so the only thing I could think of was to nod at him. He smiled, a weak smile, and left the room, closing the door carefully. "Mark, what are you doing here?" Those brown eyes of his gave me some sense of peace, some sense of happiness but there was something different. Strangely, there was a new item in him, a new quark. "You're Dad called me and said that you were sick and asked if I could check up on you. Because of you're perfect record of being true, he thought you might have been lying. I came," he said. A look came to his face and he looked around the room, sniffing the whole time. A grin came to his face and he pulled the covers down, "And it looks like you did, too. So is that you're new victim?" "What the fuck are you talking about? Like you haven't been screwing around with your stupid friend? That blond kid?" I said before I could catch myself. He chuckled and then, he stood up, "Well, it seems you're fine, I guess I'll go now. You're shit from my house is in that box. Ironic isn't it? I thought the only time that I'll get closure is if I stay away from you but the first time I see you I get it within minutes." Mark turned away from me and went to the door. "Mark! Wait! I didn't mean to lash out. Look -- just sit down and let me say something." Quickly standing up, I pulled him toward me. Cum was still smeared all over my chest and my crotch so when I tugged him in I heard a squishing nosie. Cold cum stained his clothes but he didn't seem to care. "Listen," I said, touching his face with the back of my hand, "when I left your house I didn't know what was going to happen. I was scared, alright? Control over the relationship was taken from me and it was in your hands. Mark, it wasn't until Evan talked to me that I finally realized that I might have deep feelings for you. Then it was that day when I found you and what's his name at the beach and I finally admitted to myself that I do love you." Oh, god. I can't believe I just said that. It slipped out. It just slipped out. I do love him. God, help me, I do love him. Mark's eyes popped out of his skull. "Matt, you can't say that." Squeezing his eyes shut, he rubbed his forehead, "You can't do that to me. You can't just tell me you love me and everything will be all right. I came here to forget about you. To move on and get over you. How can I when you're being you? I warned you to stay away and now you're doing this?" "You're right. That was stupid of me." "Shut up. Could you, please, just shut up and be kissing me right now? Could you just be kissing me right now?" Our lips touched in an instant. Passion enveloped us and I was in another world. I felt my knees start to buckle from me and I knew that in that instant, I was truly in love. All my fears of being gay, of being straight, of just being was gone and my body was taken to another level of consciousness. The mouth on mine tasted familiar. Mark's mouth always tasted like a melon, cantaloupe or honeydew, sweet and fresh. His full lips surrounded the bottom of my lip, for the first time. I could feel arms surround my body in a tight, encompassing embrace. Electric spasms almost sent me tumbling but as surely as the tide flows, Mark kept me safe. My hands dropped and I let him do what he wanted and I did what I wanted, to be held. Mentally, whoever controls the bottom lip is the dominate one. It was a facade. Mark could never be dominate, he aims to please, and I need to teach him to get what he wants, ergo, the loss of control on my bottom lip on my side. This was the first step that I need to let me get used to being the one to give pleasure instead of always taking it. My new slogan will be: give pleasure, take pleasure or vise versa. What the hell am I babbling about?! His lips are on mine! I was on cloud nine, up until he moved away and I fell about four clouds. "We can't have the same relationship that we had before. You aren't allowed to treat me the way you have. And I can't have you choosing either side of the sexual preferences. I guess you can choose being bi but if you're straight, tell me now." "Now it's your turn to shut up," I said pushing him roughly to the door behind him. "Pay attention, never again will I be that guy. I'm not afraid of it any longer. Either I'm gay or I'm bi, but it doesn't matter, I don't really care, all I know is I want you again, papi." Mark shook his head and chuckled, "You know, you got cum all over me." "Yeah, I know," I replied sheepishly. "Am I supposed to go home in this?" "You don't have to go home," I answered as I wiped the rest of the cum that was on me. Bringing it to his mouth, I said, "You can stay here and help me finish what Simon started." "Simon? That kid that was in here? He started this?!" he said, his eyes bulging out for the second time. The cum on my hand was not taken in his mouth like I had hoped but wiped away clean with a tissue. As he cleansed my finger, he asked, "Did he . . . make you?" "No," I said in a laughing tone, "he started telling me that mutual jerk off sessions are common in the pacific and since we touch the waters of the pacific, ti doesn't mean we're immune to it." Silence fell on me like a wave of ultimate power, "I think he has a crush on me. Does that bother you?" "Um," Mark started as he pulled away. "No, it doesn't bother me if it doesn't bother that I have to tell you something. I've been sleeping with someone else. That guy you said you saw me with is that's the someone else. His name is Chad Mather. You know how it goes, best friend turned sex partner." Mark closed his eyes and waited for the verbal assault that I was going to deliver. "Sit down. One question. Who started it?" Mark took my order, sitting on the bed. I was next to him, on his right. His shoulders were hunched and I knew he was tensed. I proceeded to massage his upper back, not daring to touch the small of his back until I knew we were safe again. "Matt, I started it. I needed to feel again. I needed to find a way to know that I'll be okay. But somehow it didn't feel right. Here was a guy that I love as much as you can a best friend and I loved what I did with him, but it didn't feel right. It felt like I had cheated on you and that didn't work for me. After a few weeks, I don't know how long, everything is in a blur, I went to his house, drunk as Crazy Man Cooper. I didn't remember what he told me, but he promised me that we didn't have sex. But I do remember the day after, I sucked him off. It escalated to what we're doing now, this morning was the first time that he fucked me again." "And you still want to do stuff with him . . ." I said, feeling a bit heart broken. "Not if you don't want me to anymore. I can tell him we have to stop." All the bones in my body told me that I shouldn't do this, but the look on his face made me feel bad. He really does want to keep doing what he's doing. Dammit. Why do I have to be so kind? "Fine, fine," I said, standing up walking away from him and rased my hands pretending to surrender. "But listen to me Mark Petteway! If you love him more than me, I'm gone." Suddenly, Mark bull rushed me from behind and spun me around, throwing me on the bed. I've got to admit, as strong as I am, I'm not strong enough to keep him away from me. Growling like a dog about to strike, he held me down with all of his strength. It didn't matter that he did, I wasn't trying to get away. Unexpectedly, he stop growling and his face softened. Digging his head into my neck, he whispered to me, "I can never love anyone more than you." "Sappy bastard." Mark's fists let go of me and he rolled off, letting me move. "Hmm," I said feeling my forehead, "my fever broke. Wanna do it?" "Nah, man. I'm too tired. I'm satisfied." "Oh, no. You're not getting off that easy. If you're gonna keep Chad you're gonna have to keep me, too, meaning you'll have to pleasure us both." "What?! You'll kill me." "At least you'll die in the way you love, with a dick in your ass." "Yeah, like you don't like sticking it into me." "Cunt," I said. "You're just ass-whipped. Speaking of which, we need to set rules. With our relationship, physically and emotionally." "Alright, spunk," I said. Mark seemed to get what I implied and smiled a bit. "First rule. If we have sex, we have to tell the other person if we have to go. You can just go in the middle of the night." "Fine. Second, you can't ask for payback if you get left by yourself if the other person has to be gone." "Agreed. Third, I don't want to be the bottom every time." "I think I can live with that. Fourth, we can have tricks on the side." "Whoa, you mean you want an open relationship?" "Don't you? I mean, you're the one shacking up with Chad. I should think it fairly that I can do the same. Plus, I really wanna see how far Simon will go with this." "Aight. Fifth and final, when with other people you don't mess with their minds. If it's a one-night-stand, tell them. If it's not, then make sure to tell them that you're in another relationship, but that doesn't mean you have to tell them about me. And when you do hook up with a trick, you have to tell me about them, as I'm gonna do with you." He went quiet again, but soon spoke up, "Just don't hurt him, Matt. Take it slow. He's just a kid. He doesn't know what he's doing. Ease him into it, not ease it into him. See? Mark can make a funny." Leaning in to kiss him, I said, "I love you." "I feel the same way," he said before his lips touched mine. "I feel the same way. Now, it's my turn, what about you? How's it going with this guy?" "Simon? Well, the boy is way cute. He has a better body than I had when I was his age. He maybe even be hotter than you are." "That guy?! He's nothing but another blue eyed . . . blond haired . . . tanned bodied -- aight, even I want a piece of him." "Don't worry. He doesn't match up to your 46 inch chest, 16 inch biceps, and 26 inch waist. A veritable god, that's what you are." "Still, I meant what I said, that guy is really hot. Wanna share?" "Well, only if you do one thing for me . . . share this Chad guy." "Deal." Suddenly, Mark shook his head and blinked. Rubbing his head, a smile crept onto his face, "Heh, since when did we turn into Mary Magdalenes?" "Mary Magdalenes?" "It means a slut. Now, if you were a virgin, I would have taken away the Magdalene." "Oh! I get it, Virgin Mary. Wow, biblical insults, you're advanced." "That's what I'm here for, baby. Now if you wanted sarcasm boy, leave me without my coffee and offer me herbal tea, then I'll bite your head off." A surge of freedom passed through me, literary. I mean, I think something just passed through me that wasn't there before. And I like it! The liberation of it all made me feel like I was before. "Ah, I missed you're droll humor. Now, what do you say, we bring Simon in here? If you want to try him, let's let him in." Getting off the bed, I went to open the door. When I did Mr. Cool fell right into the room, head first and totally embarrassed. Simon's face was blushing a fierce red. Trying desperately to get up and leave, he pushed himself up. I couldn't help but chuckle at the poor guy's vulnerability. He looked like a merman out of water, flailing and groaning, but still, the red faced boy still looked as hot as ever. The red made his blue eyes look like a deeper shade than normal. For a skater, he has absolutely no balance. Mark chortled and asked, "How'd you know?" Sighing, and picking up the boy, I said, "Heard foot steps a while ago. He overheard everything. Isn't that right, Simon?" I asked nodding my head. I know, I know! I'm manipulating the boy but can you blame me? "So, how was the peeping, Tom?" "Matt, don't torture Mary," Mark said giddily. Standing up, he walked over to Simon and me. Smart fucker, he's trying to use seduction on the boy. "Tell me, is it true? Were you being a naughty boy and spying on us?" "N-no, I mean, maybe but I didn't hear anything! I promise!" Simon yelled. He looked like he was a deer in front of a headlight. He had a chance. To go with his gut and leave or to go with us and get pleasure. Will he leave? Or will he stay? To fuck or not to fuck? With utmost authority in his voice, Mark said to Simon, "Tell me what you heard." "I heard you guys talking about . . . skating. How you wanted a new board!" he lied. "Wrong! I'm not a boarder, I'm a blader. Now, I want the truth. What did you hear?" Mark's power frightened me a bit but I knew it was just a facade. We're messing with the boy, he wouldn't hurt him, right? "I--" he started but Mark intervened before he could say another word. "I said the truth!" "Matt's in love with you," Simon said in one breath. "You're in love with him. You're both in love. You want me, and Matt wants some guy named Chad." Mark and I surrounded him, spinning in a counterclockwise direction. With one finger, I touched his chest, "Does that . . . excite you? Does it?" Deepening the taunting, Mark said "I bet it does, Matt. It maybe why he looks in you that way. Those eyes of his seem to take your clothes off in an instant. Look, I think he's getting a boner just thinking about it." Sure enough, the bulge in Simon's pants were starting to tent. "That's not nice, Mark. He can't help it, he's only 14. Is it true, Simon? Do you long for me? Does it make you hard to think about me?" Our circling made me think of a hawk as it was about to strike it's prey. Simon was the prey and Mark and I was the hawk. My steely gaze mixed with Mark's passionate one made us a force to reckon with. "Matt, what do you say? Wanna test our theory? You know, to see if our hypotheses is factual? Ironically, you're gonna get what you've always wanted, but with more people than you've thought. Come on, it's not so bad. We know that you have the jones for Matty boy here, what about me? What do you think about me?" "Ur oray . . ." he mumbled, not looking at anything but Mark's feet. "What was that?" I asked. "He's okay," he said. "Just . . . okay? That's all you think?" Simon looked straight into my lover's eyes, checking him out closely for the first time. His head tilted and his eyes got softer, almost droopy. His face didn't show that he was going to talk. Mark knew this, too, hence he took Simon's hands in his, entwining his fingers with the younger boy's. "Oh, come on. You can tell me. Matt's not with us. So tell me, am I hot?" He put his arm around Simon and made him uncomfortable. "Come with me. Matt, stay here. He's still afraid of you." "What?!" I screamed as I pulled Mark away from Simon, far enough away so's not to let him hear our conversation.. "What are you doing?! I thought you said that we were gonna do this together?!" He shushed me and said, "Don't worry. I'm planning to get him worked up. When he starts to talk then I'll call you over. It's okay, I won't forget about you. Now, let me get through to him, can't you see the lust in his eyes? The boy is drooling for you. Let me play with him and then you'll get your turn. It'll be the same with Chad and you." After thinking it over, I came to a decision. If I let Mark have his fun with Simon then I can play with big boy Blondie. "Okay, but take your own advice, don't hurt him." "I promise that I won't do any permanent damage." "Come on, Mark!" he whined. "Don't hurt him." "You really like him. `K, I won't hurt him." Mark glanced back to Simon. "Like I can even hurt him? You're right, he has a better body than I had. I won't be stupid enough to destroy something that beautiful." The look on his face, a pleading glance, made me happy to let him do this. Sighing, "Fine, go ahead. But you better save some for me." "Don't think you're doing anything to the boy's backside," Mark said touching my nose with his index finger. "Thank you for sharing." "I didn't do it for you, I did it for Chad." Mark didn't say anything. He ran over to Simon, and then took him outside of the room. What do I do now, especially with this heavy thing in my pants? Simon's POV Okay, god help me. What are these two planning on doing?! I'm scared. I'm literary freaking out! There's one guy, two or three years me senior wanting to jump my bones. I don't know anything about him and now here he is, telling me that he's gonna do some shit with me. Then there's Matt, a guy that I have a crush on but now that Mark's in the picture, it's freaking me out! He asked me what I thought of him. What do I think of him?! God, I can't believe that he doesn't know! Other than Matt or Gabriel, my brother, I don't want anyone more than Mark. Secretly, I've been having sex with my brother, just blowjobs, or handjobs; nothing more than that. All I want is for him to be . . . more intimate with me than he's giving me. Now here's a guy that wants to be intimate but I don't know if I want to be THAT close with a guy who I just think is hot. Is that possible? Mark's a major hottie. His sleek black hair and dark brown eyes made him look like a dark prince. A style all his own, emphasized his uniqueness and his individuality. Here he is, closing the door and snickering. "Heh." And a confident smirk showed on his face. For some reason, I feared him but the thought still excited me the same way when I had my first with Gabe, a time and place I remember clearly. The air around me felt stuffy and was really warm. My pants expanded and my fears were coming true. I want him. I want to be with him. Why shouldn't I be? Just because that Gabe isn't here, it doesn't mean that I can't have sex, so . . . I started to pull off my shirt, taking it off to find a confused Mark. "What are you taking off your shirt?" Oh, god. I felt my face blush furiously, and my ears felt searing hot. Maybe I can find a hole to crawl into. How can someone like him really wanted to have sex with someone like me? That's a fairy tale, not real life. "Oh, shit!" he laughed. "You actually thought we were gonna do it? Come on, S-S--" "Simon," I said. "Yeah, look, I think you're a cute kid and all but that's just what you are . . . a kid." Blinking, I said, "A kid?" Shaking his head and making an exaggerated face, he said, "Yeah. You're a kid. And I'm older than you. Look, maybe, when you get older and know more things, then maybe, just maybe, we can get together. I promise." "What makes you think that I want to do something with you?" I asked, angrily putting on my shirt. The audacity of this guy! Rasing an eyebrow, he rushed over to me, pushing me against the wall, roughly. The impact was sudden but not painful, just shocking enough to make me blink. Mark's strength is almost fearsome, fearsome but strangely comforting. God, I'm sick! Using both hands, he squeezed two of my nipples, severely. "This is what makes me sure that you want me." Again, he squeezed tightly and let go. "Ah . . . ah," I whimpered. As much as it had hurt, the aftereffect left me with a feeling on emanating warmth in my chest. Agonizingly pleasurable. "Dammit, what the hell is wrong with you?!" "Shut up!" he barked. Closing his eyes and soon I heard only breath. Suddenly, he jumped up, grabbed me by the arm, and pulled me downstairs. Down the way, I almost tripped but his hands caught me, just in time. "Don't fall. We have a few minutes to ourselves, let's talk." I don't get this guy, as cold as he seems, he is so gentle. There are times when he's gentle but his flesh is absolute zero. Thinking about his life or his love life gives me a headache. Once I sat down on the armchair, Mark sat across from me, on the couch. Whilst he was calm, collected, and very relaxed, I, on the other hand, was rigid and extremely uncomfortable. He rested his leg on top of the couch, while both of my feet touched the ground. He was slouching and I don't even know if I can bend over. His eyes were closed, and he took strong, deep breaths, "So, I hear you want to suck on Matt's cock." During that process, I was swallowing some spit and it lodged in my throat, making me choke and sputter. "What?!" Taking steps that dragged on the floor, he sat down on the armrest of my seat. "Dude, it's okay if you do. Hell, I do it. We probably do more than what you're able to understand." "Understand?" I asked, a bit aggravated. Clenching my fists in anger, I couldn't help but think, what does he think? That I'm just a kid that doesn't know about this stuff? That I don't feel the same way he does? That sex is something that's taboo and I'm only an idiot and don't know what it is? That -- okay, I'm ranting. "Yeah, what do you know about the stuff that me and Matt do?" Okay, here's my chance. To show this jackass that I'm actually well versed in this type of sex. "Let me guess. You suck each other. One of you fucks the other, making sure to stretch him first so not to hurt the other person. Right now, I don't know who is the one getting the thermometer. A month ago, I would have guessed you but you've changed." "I haven't changed, I just stopped worrying about it. How the hell do you know about the shit we do?" Mark asked, getting up and kneeling in front of me. Seductively, he put his hands on both sides of my thighs. "Who have you done it with? A best friend? A guy at school? Someone at the locker room? A . . . brother? That's it, isn't it? It was your brother that broke your cherry. How was it? Did you like it when he pumped his dick into you? He's pretty big isn't he? Yeah, I have Gabe in my class. That's one cute guy, maybe dumb but still, that bulge in his pants sure gets me going. Yeah, he's the fucker." I-I-I don't know what happened. I snapped. Something broke inside me and all I saw was red. I wanted to kill Mark for what he said. Jumping up and knocking his hands away from me, I grabbed the guy by his shirt and pushed him back. "Don't you fuckin talk about Gabe like that! He doesn't treat me like that!" He looked extremely uncomfortable but still had a smile on his face, "Heh, you know I can beat you up for this, right?" "So? No one, not you, can say that about Gabe," I said increasing my grip. The left part of his mouth gently curved. With just a push, he had me let go of him and on my ass, sitting on the chair. Swiftly, he grabbed both sides of the chair and pushed his face towards mine until he was only two inches away. "Easy superman. All I wanted to know was that you can actually stand your ground, because next time, you might not be so lucky." I was seething, "What are you talking about?!" Mark roughly grabbed my throat, choking me. He held it there for a while, not wanting to move. I couldn't breath. My arms flailed, trying to stop him. Why is he doing this? Then he let go, leaving me sputtering and coughing. "See how unprepared you were? You'll have to be much stronger if you want to keep up with this world. Sex is good. But sometimes sex can be wrong. Never go to a guy's house that you don't know that well. If it was that easy for me to get you into danger, think about how easy it would be to be somewhere with someone you don't know. That was your first lesson. You barely know Matt, how do you know that he won't hurt you?" "But I do know him." "No, you don't. That guy has amazing power, power over me. What do you think he can do to you?" Mark moved away from me and went to the door. "Go back to Matt. Pretend that I tortured you until you couldn't take it anymore and I sent you to him Be careful. Matt might not hurt you, but others might try. Gabe is a good guy. He won't hurt you. I can't stress this enough, Simon, be careful." He left after that, leaving me with Matt. 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