Date: Tue, 14 Nov 2000 10:39:08 CET
From: a a <vhere@hotmail.com>
Subject: Love is worth all the risks 5

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This story is a work of fiction involving teenage boys. All The usual rules
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ABOUT THE STORY

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1- This is my first attempt to wright a story.
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understand what I mean in my answer!)

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SPECIAL THANKS

It's my pleasure to thank Christian who helped me so much in the writing of
the story. Without him and his talented bilinguism "Love is worth all the
risks" should have remained a project for a long time.

He has been a scrupulous proofreader and a very helpful teacher. I don't
know how to pay him back all the time he spent on my work!!

I owe him my first publication. I'll never forget it.

I also have to thank James, a second proofreader. He spent some time
correcting some of my residual mistakes, just to increase your pleasure
reading the story. Many thanks buddy!!!

And now the show can go on!


CHAPTER 5: Happy days

We helped my parents to clean the dining room and we said goodbye to
everybody. It was just nine when I closed the door to my room.

He turned towards me with a mischievous smile.

"Perhaps we could play some video games or watch TV, or perhaps you have
something else in mind???"

I came closer and gave him some pecks on the lips, the nose, the cheeks, on
the neck. He didn't move. I came back to his mouth and began to lick is
upper lip and to suck on it. I heard his first light moan and felt his
hands on my shoulders as if he needed some help to remain standing.

Within the next second his tongue was poking around my mouth, looking for
mine. They met and they started the smoothest duel you could imagine. It
was a dream, a wet dream, a memory of time when life was only aquatic. We
were just two tongues in a very damp heat, trying to be just one. I had
already kissed Taylor and it has been 1000 times better than my very rare
previous experiences. This time, after the day we have had, knowing his
love for me, and that we had time to explore our feelings and those new
sensations, here in the privacy of my bedroom, it was incredible,
indescribable. It was not a kiss, it was life! It is what life was made
for. I didn't know if it was the end or the beginning but I knew my life
would never be the same after that kiss.

"I love you Matt, I love you so much it's almost painful."

"So I do Taylor. I am happier than I have ever been in my all life and I
owe it to you!"

"I feel the same Matt. I have been feeling like a completed jigsaw puzzle
since your love became part of my life. I love you, I need you!"

"I have something more to tell you."

He looked in my eyes. I was suddenly so shy, I blushed a little.

"You are my first Taylor and I am afraid. I want to make love with you but
I am afraid."

"I understand Matt, you are my first too but I am scared of nothing because
I know you love me. Let me love you!"

He took my hand and led me to my bed. He laid me down. I felt his
breath. His cheek caressed mine. His hand came close to my neck and he
began to unbutton my shirt, still rubbing his face against mine. Arrived at
the last button his right hand slid under the left tail of my shirt. I
shivered and bit my lips to stifle my moans. His hand moved along my belly,
around my belly button, so smooth, so tender. I was so concentrated, so
focused on that amazing sensation that I almost forgot to breathe.

His hand went higher, between my pecs, slowly, as light as a butterfly wing
or a warm breeze. When it enveloped my nipple, my already stiff nipple
hardened even more, erect as never before. I looked for his lips and began
to kiss him desperately to stifle my shouts. That kiss was a way for me to
drain the excess of pleasure I was feeling. I needed it, I was about to
explode!

I removed his T-shirt then undressed him. In a hurry I began to explore his
body but he stopped me:

"Don't move Matt, let me take care of you!" He whispered.

He kissed my chin lightly, then my neck. His hand reached my belt and went
over my jeans. I was hard enough to tear them up. He caressed my thighs and
my hips, avoiding my dick. Each movement of his hand was a
cliffhanger. Each second was bringing a new sensation, taking me ever
higher up the excitation scale. My breath became short and labored as if I
was on a high mountain, lacking oxygen.

I was overwhelmed by hundreds of types, of pleasures : all my skin pores,
all my hairs were pleasure captors. I was only living through his contact:
his foot against mine, his leg over mine, his hand on my hip, his mouth on
my nipple, licking and sucking as if he tried to milk it.

He opened my zipper and my belt. What a relief for my dick which tented
instantly my boxers! Taylor came down slowly, stopping just a few seconds
to suck my belly button and fill it with saliva. Arrived at my feet he
pulled my trousers off, which brought down my boxers. He smelled them,
inhaling my perfume.

He moaned and started his way back up, still licking me. I spread my legs
to ease the access to my inner thighs. It made me climb ten steps in the
pleasure scale and twenty more when he finally reached my balls. He kissed
and caressed them tenderly, with precaution.

Suddenly he engulfed my dick, as if he has had a premonition of my imminent
climax. It was fabulous!! His mouth was so warm, so wet, so smooth! His
lips! His tongue! His palate! My dick was being touched everywhere at the
same time. I grabbed my pillow to stifle my sighs. He went up and down just
four or five times and I felt my seed about to gush. The point of no return
was reached in a flash. I tried to push him away.

"Taylor... TAYLOR! I'm about to cum!"

He didn't move, he stayed around my dick. He increased his suction and I
erupted in his mouth!

I don't know for how many centuries I cummed, nor how many gallons I gave
him, but he kept me in his mouth all the time and swallowed all.

I almost fainted, stoned by my climax, but I had to share deeply, fully
this moment. I pushed Taylor and, before he could say anything, I had him
between my lips. He began immediately to fuck furiously at my mouth, unable
to keep control. His belly was striking my forehead and his balls on my
chin. His dick got warmer and thicker. He was about to cum. So I clung to
his ass. He was so tense I could hardly get a grip on it. It was hot
marble.

His first jet of seed surprised me and I swallowed as a reflex. I kept the
second a little longer, to have time to taste it. It was warm, thick and
lightly salted. It was nectar, a vital present from my lover, an elixir of
eternal life, a concentrate of joy, desire, happiness, peace... A cocktail
of strength and fragility, of purity and animal strength, tenderness and
violence, all the emotions you can feel, mixed in a divine liquor.

I looked in his eyes, they were full of joy. I came closer and I kissed him
lightly, very lightly, our heads resting on the pillow. Not a kiss of lust,
a kiss to say thank you. A kiss to say I love you, to replace all the words
I lacked to express my feelings. I was looking in his eyes, up to his soul
and all I could see was love, love and love.

"I love you Matt! I have never felt as good as now! I feel bigger,
stronger!"

"It's because you are no longer a kid! I made a man of you" I replied
jokingly with my deepest voice. Then I added: "I love you too Taylor, I
have just known you for ten days , but I couldn't imagine my life without
you! You are part of me. I am sure you are THE ONE for me!"

He smiled and kissed me:

"I think that part of you needs a shower!"

"The other part too" I added. "You can go first if you want and if you
promise to leave me some hot water!"

"Perhaps I'll be generous enough to save you some even though I think a
cold shower could be good for what you have!" He said, pointing to my dick
that was boning again.

"I know a better way to take care of this!"

"Come with me in the shower!"

"OK! But we have to be discreet, it's very close to Lucia's room."

We went to the bathroom. Everybody seemed to be asleep, all was silent. The
shower was pretty huge for one and perfect for two, especially if those two
didn't mind promiscuity. I first came in to adjust the temperature.

Taylor joined me and we hugged tightly, kissing under the warm rain. Our
hands were squeezing our bodies as to make only one of the two. I felt like
becoming his Siamese brother. I didn't know anymore where he began or where
I finished. That was an amazing sensation.

I felt his hand searching a way between our stomachs and taking both our
dicks at the same time. When he began to jerk them, I almost lost my
balance. He had to catch me just at the base of my ass. One of his fingers
reached my back entry. To be jerked by a hand and a dick plus a finger
almost entering me was too much! I couldn't refrain my growls. Fortunately
Taylor gagged me with one of his incredible kisses until we cummed together
up to our chins. We remained silent holding each other under the shower
until it began to get cold, then we dried each other and came back to my
room.

"Matt, do I have to sleep for real in the other bed? I hate the idea of
being so close and yet so far from you!"

"No, come with me, I need you against me!"

"What about your parents?"

"They never come in my room, and if they do, I'll explain them who you are
for me!"

We laid in my bed, face to face. I kissed him.

"Good night my love, I hope you will still be there tomorrow morning! It's
so wonderful I can't believe it."

"It's not a dream Matt, I swear to you I'll be there tomorrow morning and
all the mornings you want me to! I love you."

A few seconds later we were both deeply asleep.

When I awoke Sunday morning, he was still there, his back curled in front
of me. He was breathing quietly. I would have liked to enjoy his loving
company some more, but physiology, in the morning, is frequently demanding.

I succeeded in leaving the bed without waking him up and I rushed to the
toilets. When I came back he hadn't moved. I sat down on the floor, close
to the bed to look at him. He was gorgeous! He looked peaceful. His head
was on both his hands and his chest was raising at the slow rhythm of his
breathing. His left leg was half bent and the right one tensed above, fully
exposing a soft penis, balls and pubic hair.

"What are you looking at?" Mumbled Taylor still half asleep.

"I am not looking at, I am admiring, pinching myself every minute to be
sure I am awake and wondering what I did to deserve you?"

He smiled and stretched, purring and rolling on the bed. That was the most
erotic show I had ever seen. I was about to jump on him but he was quicker
than me.

"I need to go to the toilet. It's an emergency!"

He grabbed my bathrobe and came out. Five minutes later he was back in my
room, redder than a beet.

"Why are you so red? Has it been so difficult?" I asked jokingly.

"I only crossed your sister coming from the bathroom."

"And she tried to rape you because you are so exciting almost nude?"

"No, she just said hello!"

"And?"

"She told me that I was much more quiet in the morning than in the middle
of the night and she closed the door!!"

I burst out laughing and I needed at least ten minutes to regain control.

"I don't think it's so funny!"

"You'll have to get accustomed to the special sense of humor of Lucia!"

"But what if your parents have also heard?"

"They haven't! Their room is too far away and we haven't been that
noisy!!!"

"I'm not sure because after your sister I saw your mother. She asked us
down for breakfast and she had a weird look on me."

"Only because she was wondering why you were so red. Perhaps she is a
little bit suspicious because she knows I am gay and she can see how cute
you are, but I am sure she hadn't heard any noise."

We dressed quickly and went down in the kitchen for the
breakfast. Everybody was there. Taylor and I sat down and had each one had
a bowl of cereal with cold milk. My mother offered us some bread with jam
and asked:

"Have you had a pleasant night?"

Taylor blushed again and Lucia could hardly refrain her giggles by
immersing herself deeply in her bowl. Luckily my father was reading his
newspaper. I thought it should be difficult to keep my secret safe in this
house!

"Well mum, very well!"

"Oh Taylor, I was about to forget, your mother phoned an hour ago, when you
were still asleep to remind you to be at home before twelve, for the
barbecue your aunt organised."

"Thanks Mrs. Ramsgate! I would have forgotten."

"Just call me Mouna!"

"And me Don!" Added my father. "And what are your plans for the day Matt?"

"I don't know exactly. I have done all my homework with Taylor on Friday
and I haven't planned anything for the afternoon."

"Perhaps you could join us at the barbecue. I could ask my mother and my
aunt, I'm sure they would agree."

"Oh! More inseparable than the fingers of a single hand!"

One more time Taylor blushed and Lucia giggled. I had to do something. I
took Taylor's hand under the table and glanced at him interrogatively. I
think he understood my dumb question and nodded slightly, hesitant, as to
say 'it's up to you, decide! I trust you'. I decided that moment was
neither worse nor better than an other one so...

"Dad, Mum, I have something to tell you, huuum, WE have something to tell
you." I repeated, increasing the pressure on Taylor's hand.

"Well, we are listening" they said together.

"Taylor and I are boyfriends!"

"Congratulations!" Said my mother.

"Congratulations!" Repeated my father. They were both smiling widely.

"You are welcome Taylor. You are part of the family now. I guess we will
see you a lot from now and it'll be a real pleasure. Does your mother
know?"

"Yes, we told her yesterday morning and she likes Matt a lot."

"It's perfect!" said my mother, "we actually have to meet her quickly.
I'll invite her for dinner next Saturday."

"Is there anybody else who knows about you two?" Asked my father

"No, just Taylor's mother and the three of you."

"Do you plan to tell someone else?"

"I don't know. It's very new for us and we didn't speak nor think about it:
who to tell and what to tell?"

"Just be careful" said my father. "You don't have to hide yourself nor to
be ashamed of what you are, but you are old enough to understand that the
world is not as open-minded as we could wish.

We don't want you to be hurt. We are very happy you told us and Taylor's
mum, so you have two places where you can be in the open. Be careful
outside and choose the right persons to tell it to. So many people have
been harassed or persecuted for being black, Jewish or gay, we don't want
you to be one of the number."

"It's not fair! I would like to tell or to show to Taylor how much I love
him without wondering if it's safe or not! It's not fair!" Taylor looked at
me and smiled. "Why do we have to hide?"

"I know it's not fair." Retorted my father "but quite often life is not
fair. If people were accepting differences for what they are, it means just
differences, life would be easy. But most people confuse differences and
hierarchy. They don't see things as different but as better or worst. And
if they are not sure to be better, they prefer to avoid thinking by
harassing or persecuting those who are different.

It's neither rational, nor logical, it's a psychological process to
reassure oneself. Difference scares them because it's destabilising,
because it forces them to think about their references, even to challenge
them. It's never comfortable.

Sometimes people prefer to suppress the cause of the unease than to
confront it. You have to be who you are, and I am proud of you and of the
way you assume your sexuality. Whatever the difficulties there are, you
have to be who you are, but you have also to live in the world as it is,
even if the world is not fair, even if you don't like it.

We will always be here for you, to help you if you need us, but be careful
and think carefully about it before to out yourself."

"Your dad is right" said Taylor. "I don't feel ready to out myself,
especially living here for less than a month. I need to be integrated, to
be accepted and you helped me a lot for that. I am not sure it should go on
that way if I was labelled as a fag!!"

"I don't think I am ready either. We will have to do it one day, but it can
wait, there is no need to rush. I'll try to control my bloody hormones in
public!"

"That will be a very good training to develop your concentration" said my
mother. "And speaking about control you could begin controlling your
vocabulary!"

We all laughed.

"What about my proposition?" Asked Taylor. "Will you come with me to my
aunt's barbecue?"

"Don't you think it's a little bit late to ask?" Said my mother.

"I don't think so, I know aunt Jane very well, she is very simple and
absolutely not formal. If there is any problem she'll tell it simply and if
there is not, she'll be happy to have one more guest."

"You can use the phone if you want to call."

"First I'll call mum."

He went to the living room and came back ten minutes later with a big
smile.

"When I called my mother, aunt Jane was with her and Cathy. She agreed
immediately extending the invitation to Lucia. Will you come with us?"

"Oh yes! Thank you Taylor! Of course I'll come, at what time do we have to
be there?"

"Around twelve."

"Wonderful!" Said my father. "So you still have two hours to do your garden
chores and it doesn't take more time to mow the grass and to gather it."

"But..." I began.

"No but! Even on the happy days, chores have to be done!"

I knew it wasn't worth to discuss so I stood up.

"Come on Lucia, we have to live our slaves life, nothing could move our
masters. So hurry up or we could lose the very little liberty we have."

"If you need two more arms, I'll help." Offered Taylor.

"I'll always share all I have with you" I replied.

We worked very hard and an hour and half later we were done with the
garden.

"I'll go shower first" said Lucia, "because knowing what I know, I don't
want to wait for hours!!"

She rushed laughing to the house.

"Very special sense of humor!" Said Taylor smiling.

We went to the house quietly. We had done a pretty good job. The garden was
perfectly neat. Freshly cut, the grass was looking greener and softer: an
invitation to lay down and to enjoy the warmth of the day.

As we didn't have a lot of time we had our showers separately. It was much
less fun but much more reasonable!!

Just before 12.30 we were welcomed by Cathy and her mum. Taylor's mum was
already here, as were several other guests. They were neighbours. We were
the only kids and Cathy was very happy to have us.

We had a great time, the grilled meats was excellent as the salads. Cathy
lent bathing suits to all of us so we could use the pool. We stayed in the
fresh water for hours.

Cathy had put on a very sexy bathing suit and she came a little bit to
close to me several occasions during the afternoon, but she was not as
insistent has she used to be. Perhaps she was going to drop it or she just
didn't want to be too obvious chasing me in front of her mother! Time will
tell!  As usual Taylor was gorgeous and seeing him almost nude in the open
air was a delight.

Once, I was isolated, Lucia came to me:

"Don't stare that much at your boyfriend or your secret will not remain a
secret very long!!"

"Am I that obvious??"

"Yes you are!" She replied seriously.

"So I have to keep myself busy!" and I dunked her under the water.

When she came back to the surface she shouted:

"Cathy!!! Taylor!!! Come here and help me! That monster who claims to be my
brother is trying to drown me!"

They both went quickly to help Lucia and I had a hard time trying to
escape. At the end of the afternoon we were exhausted and very happy. We
had a last drink all together and Lucia and I had to go home.

I would have liked to have some privacy to say a loving goodbye to
Taylor. I just succeeded in stealing a very quick kiss, far from sufficient
to feed me, just enough to excite my appetite!

Dinner was quiet because everybody was tired, even my parents who had taken
a very long walk in the woods with a couple of friends.

I was in my room before 8 and I phoned Taylor. We chatted for an hour about
anything, just the pleasure to be together, even if it was in a speaking
way. We were yawning more and more but we were unable to say goodbye, to
cut the tie.

"You know Taylor, I'm really tired, but I don't know if I'll be able to
sleep without you in my arms."

"I feel the same, we just had two nights together and I already feel that
my life is to be with you. I think I understand now what a couple is. It's
not only two people living under the same roof. It's very far from that.

Before yesterday I have always thought that a couple is sort of a cage, a
jail, a golden and happy jail. Now I see it in a different way. Since I
know you love me, I feel incredibly free. To be loved by someone I love,
gives me strength and confidence! Nothing and nobody could afraid me. It's
not as if I was about to challenge Mike Tyson or dive from a 100 feet
bridge, but I know I can be myself. I don't have to hide or play a role,
and if I fail, I don't fear it because I know you will be there for me, to
help me, to comfort me.

I am attached to you, tied to you strongly, but, I don't know how to say
it, it's weird, but being tied to you makes me free."

"What you say is weird, a paradox but I think you are right. I love you
Taylor and I want to be tied to you for ever!"

"I love you Matt and it will be a torture to wait until tomorrow morning to
see you again. Hang up first to help!"

"No way! You hang up first!"

"No, you!"

"OK! And what if we do it together?"

"At three we hang up one, two ,three... I was sure you were going to
cheat!"

"No, no, just do it one more time!"

"one, two, three" and I hung up, at the last second I heard the "clic" of
Taylor's phone.

I was alone and empty. I curled in my bed, concentrating on Taylor's mental
picture: his smile, his sparkling eyes, his soft torso, and his touch, his
so loving, so caring touch.

I was horny. My hand went on my dick and stroked it a few times. What a
poor substitute to what Taylor had given to me!

Two minutes later I obtained an insipid relief and I fell asleep full of
love.


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