Date: Thu, 15 Mar 2012 02:10:08 -0600
From: Joey Weaver <69.avid.reader@gmail.com>
Subject: Joey's Tale - Chapter 9

Hi all!

I have not written a new chapter in a long time because my life took
unexpected twists and I found myself uninspired to continue with this
story, but lately I have found the time and drive to put down in words such
beautiful stories. My last chapter talked about something very delicate and
I must say I was disappointed because I did not get a single comment from
my readers about it. I hope someone finds the time to write to me and let
me know that at least that person is still interested in finding out what
will happen in Joey's life.

This next chapter contains sexual contact between teenage boys so if you
find that offensive or are not old enough to read this then please head out
of this page. If you want to fall in love with these characters as I have,
please read it and send me comments, criticism, or anything you feel like
sending to 69.avid.reader@gmail.com I reply to all the emails I get
readily.

Love,

Joey.
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				Joey's Tale
				 Chapter 9

The next day I called Dylan and asked him to come over. I had talked it
over with my Mary and my mom, they weren't sure if I should bring this up
so early in our relationship. But it would do me good to share this with
him, I thought. The love Dylan and I had was passionate, definitely. But
that is not the only component to love that I look for. If I wanted this
high school crush to transcend beyond attraction I needed to make sure that
we were able to share an intimate bond of trust. Deep down I feared that
Dylan would freak out on me. I told my mom that I would understand if he
thought it was too much to handle. For heaven's sake he was only a
sophomore in High School and I was asking maturity beyond his years. But I
wouldn't understand. I was completely terrified about what he would say
when he found out what I've been through. We were very young but what I had
been through had made me stronger and gave me a different perspective on
life. I knew I was able to get over a bad reaction on Dylan's part, but
that didn't mean I didn't dread him wanting to stay away from me.

He got to my house really quickly, sensing whatever I had to say was
important. I greeted him at the door and gave him a quick but meaningful
kiss, knowing that if he reacted negatively, this would probably be my
last. I had asked my family to give me space so they decided to go visit my
grandparents who lived in a small town outside our city. I let Dylan in and
sat him down on the couch. He motioned for me to sit next to him, but I
knew I was not going to be able to tell him my darkest secret if I had any
physical contact with him. I dragged a chair directly in front of him and
stared deep into his eyes.

I savored the way his grey eyes engulfed my attention and made me feel
unique and worthy. I knew this was only one of many things I would miss of
him if I lost him.

"What's up, Joey?" He said with a small smile, understanding how nervous I
was.

"There is something you need to know about me, Dylan." I started to say but
I felt my throat closed and my eyes fill with hot tears. He reached for my
hand but I pulled it away. I needed to do this in my terms.

"I need to share with you something I'm deeply ashamed of but will always
be a part of who I am. I decided to tell you because I feel you have the
right to know. Please know that I will not hold it against you if you don't
feel like talking to me after hearing this. I will definitely understand,
just please let me speak without interruptions until everything that needs
to be said is out there."

His eyes showed confusion, a shade of anger at the idea of him not speaking
to me, and a sad expectation of what was to come.

"Growing up I did not feel different from other kids. I played with anyone
and never had trouble making friends. It was not until my early teen years
that I felt drawn towards guys rather than girls, but I pushed that way
back in my mind, far away from my conscious thoughts. I never faked
anything I wasn't; I just avoided thinking about anything sexual.

It wasn't until Jr. High that someone realized what I am. It started out
with a note in my locker. An innocent scrap of paper that read: "I
know". At first I did not think much about it and carried on with my
life. Then I started receiving notes like that once a week. Always along
the lines of someone knowing my secret. A secret I hadn't even come to
admit or even spoken about. How could someone possibly know about me?

Once a week turned into everyday. The note-writer started getting bolder,
leaving notes in the seats I usually take in classes, I even found one
between the pages of one of the books inside my locker. I noticed that the
messages started getting aggressive. Some threatened with telling the whole
world what I was hiding. Others seemed like the person wanted me to know
who he or she was. I decided to tell my dad about it. Yes, this happened
when he was still with us.

He shrugged it off saying it was probably just a stupid prank. I believed
him. I mean, of course I would. It was much easier to believe that the
whole thing was just a big joke, rather than having to face the truth and
admit my secret. I never felt scared or too alarmed at the idea that
someone was obsessing over me this way, stupidly enough I felt flattered by
the attention.

Then I started to notice stuff missing from my locker. I thought I probably
lost my thermos or my blue pen, but when the family picture I had was
missing I knew someone was taking things from my locker. I decided that it
was creepy enough so I talked to the school about it. They said I had to
file a complaint, which I did and that it would take around 5 working days
for them to change the locks. That day I had to stay late in school for a
group project. My mom texted me when it got dark, saying I should be
heading home. We used to live close to the school so I would walk home.

As I rushed to get to my house I noticed a set of footsteps behind me. I
sped up, only to hear the person behind me did the same. After I took a
right on a street I started running. My pursuer noticed and ran after
me. It was starting to rain so the sidewalk was slippery. I fell hard and
was starting to get up when I felt a strong grip yanking on my arm; it was
a guy, older than me, much stronger.

As I struggled to break free of his hands he tried to sooth me by saying
everything was going to be all right, he just wanted to talk to me. I
started crying, saying I just wanted to go home. He got angry with me,
furiously shaking me to stop crying and telling me this is not how it was
supposed to be. In a moment of confusion he lost his grip on me and I ran
for it. Rain poured from the sky, splashing against my face as if slowing
me down, bringing me close to him.

All the muscles in my body burned with the strain of running this far, I
felt myself growing weaker. I knew I had lost any chance of getting home
safe, away from this faceless monster.

"I got you now you fucking faggot!" he screamed, and that's the last thing
I heard. I woke up later with a pounding in my head where the rock had hit
me. I was soaking wet, in what looked like the basement of an abandoned
house. I heard someone crying. I looked his way. He was curled up in a
ball, his long hair in his eyes as he sobbed. For an instance I almost fell
pity for him. I reached for my head and gasped as I made contact with my
wound. He snapped out of his crying and stared at me directly. I recognized
him as one of the older kids at my school. I didn't even know his name, I
don't even remember ever talking to him at all.

We were there, frozen in our stare, too afraid of our own actions. I think
neither of us could believe this was happening. I was so scared I wouldn't
make it out of there alive. I noticed there was a window barely open. He
followed my quick gaze and went crazy with rage. He threw himself on me
andÉ"

I stopped telling my story. I couldn't continue. Dylan's face was just a
mixture of confusion and pain. His heart was broken before my eyes and so
was mine. I briefly went over the events that followed. How he left me
there, in that basement, barely conscious. How he ran away in his father's
truck. How the police found me hours later after the neighbors reported
having heard some loud noise. I struggled telling him about my father's
face when he saw me in the hospital, how he was shocked and disgusted at
the same time. I couldn't tell him all the details without completely
falling apart, but I thought he had had enough, anyway.

I waited anxiously for him to say something, anything. He just stood there
and looked down for a moment. I felt it was the longest moment ever. When
he looked up to me he had tears in his eyes. He stood up and in that
instant I felt so afraid he would step out of the door and out of my
life. But what he did surprised me even more. He grabbed me by the
shoulders, lifted me from my chair and slowly put his broad arms around me.

He covered me with his body, maximizing the contact between us, and held me
in the most compassionate way I've ever been held. I thought I would break
down in tears but I felt oddly at peace with this moment we were
sharing. His hug meant comprehension, it meant a decision he made and a
commitment he was forging between us. That moment of deep intimacy and
secret communication happening between us will always be engraved in my
heart as the moment I understood what set a stupid high school romance from
true love, at least that is how it felt at the time.

After what seemed forever but not nearly long enough he loosened his
embrace enough to look at me in the eyes. He had a small smile on his lips
as he gently brushed my tears away from my face. I covered his hand with
mine and closed my eyes, relishing his touch on my face. I felt him come
close to my face and gently kiss me, conveying his love and care in that
one significant touch. It just felt so right to have him with me, kissing
me, his strong arms caressing my back. He was my prince, the one I so
desperately wished for when my dad left us, the one I prayed for. I broke
the kiss and I knew what I wanted to do.

It was as if the decision was made for me by the beauty of the moment we
had experienced together. I grabbed his hand, and motioned for him to
follow me up the stairs. He seemed hesitant but I just pulled harder at his
hand. We got to my room and I looked deep into his eyes.

"I'm ready" I said.

He looked at me as if making up his mind on what was he supposed to do. In
that moment I was reminded of how beautifully young we were. I took his big
hands and gave them small kisses, then guided them to my back. I started
undoing his shirt, savoring as I opened every button. I finally revealed
his chiseled chest and took a moment to grasp what I was seeing.

This gorgeous boy was willing to give himself to me in every way. I touched
his broad chest, admiring how beautiful he was, moving my hands all over,
enjoying beyond my wildest dreams how his skin felt on mine. He looked at
me with such innocent eyes, displaying how aroused and nervous he was about
this. He took off my shirt and I got self-conscious about my body. He took
a good look and said:

"You are the most beautiful person I know, Joey. Inside and out".

We helped each other to take off our pants, and as we stood, wearing only
our tented underwear we kissed each other once again. This time with a
passion only kids that age experience, trying to savor all the experiences
at the same time, worried that something this good will be taken away
suddenly.

I laid down on my bed and he laid down beside me. I ran my fingers through
the side of his body, sending shivers down his spine. I was so nervous I
felt my hands were shaking, but I had never felt anything was this right.

I stopped my hand at the line of his boxer briefs and heard him inhale
quickly, expecting what was to happen next. I pulled at them and slowly
revealed what was hidden underneath. My eyes widened and my mouth watered
as I uncovered the most beautiful cock I had ever seen in my life. He was
so adorably excited and nervous about how I was going to react, I could
have laughed. I gave him a kiss on the lips, then went down his body,
planting sweet kisses as I moved slowly.

I got to his crotch and I sat on his legs, bending over so his cock was
inches away from my face. I put my hand around the thick shaft and ever so
slowly started stroking it. I heard him react to my touch, this was all the
permission I needed to move on.

I closed my eyes and reached the head with my lips. I will always remember
that delicious smell of teenage musky scent. I took the head in my mouth
and circled it gently with my tongue. He put his hand in my head, guiding
me down his shaft. I slowly went down on him, savoring every single inch of
his glorious cock. It was the most delicious thing I had ever tasted and I
wanted more. I started quickening my pace, trying to get as much of him in
me as possible. My own inexperience betrayed me as my gag reflex set in.

He immediately lifted my head and looked at me with concern. I reached over
and laid on top of him, kissing him, brushing his lips with my tongue and
playing with his. This was exactly where I wanted to be. He rolled us over
and imitated my kisses, going down my body. He licked the outline of my
cock through my underwear, playfully nibbling at the fabric. He took them
off and looked hungrily at my erect cock. He took it in his mouth and I
experience a pleasure beyond anything I had felt before. He then started
kissing down my crotch, I lifted my knees and gave him access. He softly
kissed each cheek and then tentatively probed between them with his tongue.

The second his tongue came in contact with my asshole I almost came. He
slowly but firmly started rimming my ass, savoring each contact and slowly
penetrating me with his tongue. It was such an intense pleasure I did not
even think possible.

Suddenly he lifted his head and looked at me seriously.

"Are you absolutely sure you want to do this?" He asked.

I smiled at this beautifully perfect boy and answered: "I'm absolutely
sure."

He kissed me deeply and then reached to his wallet to retrieve a condom. He
sensually rolled it on his rock hard erection and aligned it to my
expecting ass. I looked at him directly in his eyes as he pushed his way
in. The pain was intense at first, but he was very slow and gentle with
me. Slowly the pain gave way to the most fulfilling pleasure I had ever
experienced. This bond was stronger than anything I had ever felt. Having
him deep inside me (all 8 inches of him) is beyond what words can
describe. I pulled him down and kissed him passionately as we made love.

His cock went in and out with increasing speed, always responding to my
kisses and touches. I was in such ecstasy, I seriously felt the luckiest
person alive. My whole body was in this lustful trance and belonged
completely to my boyfriend.

His pace quickened, as did our breaths combined. I hadn't even noticed how
loudly I was moaning in pleasure. I felt his hand on my cock, matching his
thrusts with his strokes on my cock. I couldn't take it much longer,
neither could him. I felt him fuck me harder a couple of times before going
deep into me and letting himself go to the pleasure that was out of this
world. His grip on my cock tightened and that was all I needed to reach my
climax, exploring my own body in ways I had never thought possible.

He collapsed on top of me, his still erect cock deep inside my ass, and
kissed my neck and nibbled my ear lobe. I ran my hands slowly through his
back, going down his perfect ass and squeezing it. He giggled at this
contact and squeezed my ass in return. We were soon laughing so hard we
couldn't control ourselves, still wrapped in each other's arms.

That moment was absolutely perfect, and no matter what happened before or
later on both our lives, we will always have that perfect first time that
we made beautiful and meaningful love.

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I hope you enjoyed this new installment of Joey's Tale and have a whole
bunch of comments you want to send my way. Once again my email is
69.avid.reader@gmail.com and I will gladly keep in touch with anyone
interested in corresponding.

Much love and appreciation,

Joey