Date: Sat, 6 Mar 2004 21:24:05 -0800 (PST)
From: someones_disappointment@yahoo.com
Subject: My Angelic Valentine

Disclaimer: If you are offended by sexually sugestive literature or by
same-sex sex, I urge you not to read this. This story is based on actual
events between teenaged boys, though names were changed for protection.
This story offers not only a sexual side, but also a spiritual one.  If
you choose to read on, I hope that you enjoy.

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I met a boy. I met a beautiful, awe-inspiring boy. I met a Valentine and
a source of personal salvation. I met everything I have ever wanted, ever
longed for, ever dreamt of all stitched into one breathtaking person. His
name is Terry.

This wondrous dream child came to me through a rough turn of events.
Through the breaking of a heart and the creation of a love. How we met is
not the subject at hand, though. This yarn is about my secret Valentine.
This story is about how I came to accept both life and myself and how one
boy lifted the world off of my shoulders.

It was Valentines Eve. I had been flirting with illusions of spending the
weekend with a cold-heart as a way to escape from a
not-wonderfully-accepting household. Knowing there was nothing between my
escaper and I hurt more that you could ever imagine, not because I had
any feelings for him, but because I had no visible outlet for the longing
I had for Terry. When would I be able to see him again? Up until this
point we had not talked much, aside from one or two fleeting
conversations, but God, how I longed for more. I knew whom I wanted to
spend that night with.

It was that night that I decided that I was to see Terry. That I wanted
to get to know him personally. It was that night that he called my
cousin, she being the only family member I could ever come out to as well
as a mutual friend. After about five minutes of excruciating bargaining
and pleading, it was decided that Terry was to come stay at her house
with us that night, and just like that I had escaped a weekend with some
unloving source and ensured that I would be given a subject to dream
about forever more.

After tedious preparation, we, my cousin and I, were off to pick up my
dream child. The fifteen-minute drive was drawn into an eternity by
marijuana, increasing my anticipation to see my longed-for. And then we
arrived at his front door. He swiftly moved from his door into the front
seat, turning around to face me in the back. After staring in to what
could easily have been the most beautiful eyes I had and most likely will
ever see for what seemed like an eternity, he took the insentient and
leaned closer to my face. He kissed me. My arms and legs went numb,
partially from the marijuana but mainly from the feeling of his soft lips
pressed against mine. As if to wipe my fears and indigestions away, he
placed his roughened hand on the side of my face. "How unbelievably
masculine and erotic." I thought to myself. The drug-induced haze led me
to slightly open my mouth readily, which he took advantage of. I felt his
tongue slowly enter my mouth. He had a tongue ring. I melted into the
back of his seat. By now I was trembling with seduction and boundless
other emotions.

The kiss was broken, but we were about one third of the way home. Either
the marijuana or my love-drunkenness, or both, had eaten up five minutes
in a matter of seconds. I stared into his shaded eyes. They seemed to
speak chapters to me, but in some foreign language; some unknown tongue
that I wished I had spoken. "Happy Valentines Day to me." I though out
loud as I caressed his face and kissed him again. The ride home was one
of wandering hands and secret infatuations. Somewhere in the middle of my
tasting the roof of his mouth, we arrived in our small town; hurriedly
thereafter we arrived at my cousin's house. We all (my cousin, her
significant other, Terry and myself) secretly snuck in and tiptoed on the
eggshells all the way up the stairs and into our respective bedrooms.

I was totally in awe of what was happening around me. Here I was sitting
cross-legged feet away from the man of my dreams, the filler of my
desires, my eye candy and my intellectual fiesta. No light shone in the
room excepting that which shown from both a small, ceramic nightlight and
the radiant light that shown from my beloved's eyes. The nightlight
paled in comparison to their radiance. "I'm glad we are together
tonight." he whispered. He leaned close to my face and kissed me, at
first softly and romantically and slowly increasing in intensity and
passion. "I like pierced tongues." I assured myself.

After an absolutely beautiful eon of friendly kisses, he enticed me to
lie down by lying back mid-kiss. I had no objections. I slowly ran my
fingers through his dyed-blonde hair, pulling him closer and closer to
myself, pulling his tongue deeper into my mouth. I softly cried to
myself. I had found love, whether that was my intention or not.

His hand slowly pushed my shirt up, exposing to him my back, which he
clawed at. I could not control the convulsions which ensued. It was like
I was trying to jump out of myself to escape the sexual pleasure I was
getting from his hand caressing my back. I melted into his body. Once
again, I had no objections. I dripped from his mouth to his neck, kissing
and tasting his sweet skin. He let out a soft moan; he must have been
enjoying it. From his neck I worked my way slowly to his right ear. I
found this to be a sensitive subject. He grasped my back and arched his,
and I knew that I had hit home. I used that to my advantage.

He softly rolled me onto my back. He returned the favors I had bestowed
upon him; he kissed my neck while continually caressing my stomach and
chest from under my shirt. I was in ecstasy, sheer ecstasy. Slowly he
moved from my neck onto my chest itself. He lightly kissed and licked my
nipples, sending waves of arousal through my entire body. While I was
predisposed with this feeling, he slipped a hand down the front of my
pants, sandwiching it between my yearning erection and my boxer shorts. I
couldn't contain the deep moan that ensued. I loved the way he made me
feel, I loved him, and I wanted to consummate my feelings.

He softly and tenderly worked his was down my stomach with his tongue,
making my penis jump in his hand with anticipation. After reaching my
waistband, he slowly opened my pants and slid them down around my hips. I
was his, and he knew it. I felt his hot breath on my exposed member and
he loomed over it and before I could prepare myself, he licked it's head
softly. The feeling was indescribable. I had so much want and so much
lust for this god and he was slowly working my dick. He took me into his
mouth. I became lost in passion. Seconds became years and years decades.
I was totally lost in physical attraction and emotion, in lust and love.
Before I knew what to say to him, I was spent and he was looming over my
face, kissing me. I tasted a hint of pure masculinity in his kiss. It was
mine, and I loved the sensation of tasting my own cum mixed with his
saliva. It was his turn.

Following suit, I kissed and worked my way down his torso. He writhed and
struggled under my tongue, but I loved ever moment of it. I came to he
navel. Pierced. I kissed and licked it. "I also like pierced navels." I
decided. His pants posed no problem as I thrust my hand into them and
caressed the outline of his massive erection under the elastic of his
boxer briefs. He was mine, and I knew it.

I genteelly pulled down his undergarment, which he aided me with by
raising himself. There it was. His penis in front of my face. I slowly
kissed it length. As I did, I took the incentive to grope his nuts, which
were beautiful in themselves. Than, following in my lover's footsteps, I
made oral love to him. I tasted things I had never before in my life, all
of which I loved and became addicted to. The smell, the taste, the
overall experience. I became addicted to them all. After what only seemed
like a second, he stopped me.

"Kiss me." He demanded. I did.

"I like you a lot." he cooed.

"I like you also." I answered.

"So," he hesitated, "will you be my boyfriend?"

My world stood still and I could barely answer, "Yes, I would love to."
through my excitement.

Before I could return my mouth to his dick, he inquired "Do you want to
try something else?"  I knew exactally what he meant by 'something
else'.

"Yeah." I gasped as I sunk into the covers, crazy and drunk with both
love and want for him.  As if he were magic, he floated to the other side
of the room and returned holding a condom.

"Do you want to help me put this on?"  he asked.  I nodded my head in
agreement for lack of words.  After sturggling with the wrapper for what
felt like an eternity, I slowly unrolled the sleeve down the legnth of
his manhood.  He turned out the small, ceramic nightlight and raised me
into position.  Slowly he pressed himself against me, struggling to fight
my resistance.  He won, and my eyes watered in pain.  It was a good pain,
one that I charish, but pain none the less.  I grasped the headboard for
dear life, for I wanted him to become part of me, but it hurt like I
can't explain.  After only a few minutes, I could not take it anymore.  I
let out a cry of pain, and he stopped and slowly pulled out.  "Did I hurt
you?" He inquired.  I nodded, placing my forehead on the pillow in front
of me.  He slid his hands up my back and to my neck and rolled me onto my
side.

Like an angel from the hights he kissed my forehead.  "I really
like you."  he whispered into my ear.  I fought back tears of joy and of
lingering pain, but in the end, one or two creapt out.  I smiled at him.
He smiled back.  I wanted to finish him, and I did.  I slowly kissed down
his body, all the while removing the condom.  when I reached my
destination, I slowly licked his head.  He jumped a little.  I could
taste a sweet hint of latex, only made sweet by the fact that it was on
him.  The taste drove to to new hights of want.  He was still mine, and I
still knew it.

I took his entire length into my mouth.  Though I gaged a little because
of it's girth, I couldn't help but go back for more. After long I was
doing things to him that I had no control over.  I loved evers second of
it, right through the point where he grabbed at my hair.  I heard words,
but I didn't know what to make of them, but soon I knew what he had
said.  I felt a sweet stream of cum enter my mouth, and then another and
then another.  I tried my best to swallow each, as it tasted amazing.  As
I could tell he was done, I inched my way back up his body, finally
reaching his mouth.  I kissed him deeply, feeling his tongue once again
enter my mouth.  I broke the kiss.  "Happy Valentines Day."  I whispered
into his ear.

Tha night proved to me one thing.  That I love him, that I don't want to
face the world without him.  I truely must love him...

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