From: idreamcanu@aol.com (IDreamCanU)
Subject: MyJeff part11 (M/m,cons)
Date: 21 Nov 1997 21:43:19 GMT

The following story contains sexual activity between an adult male and a
teenage boy. If this is not to your liking or this type of story is illegal
in your country, state, or jurisdiction DON'T READ ANY FURTHER!!.

This is a true story of my teen years and the relationship I developed with
a close family friend.  The activity between myself and "Jeff" was
consensual and I was in no way forced into any sexual situation.  Some may
call this abuse, but I call it love.  All I ask of any reader is to finish
the whole story before making any hasty conclusions.

(Special note: Without the help of a very kind and caring friend this story
would never have been posted.  I am deeply grateful for the kindness he has
shown as well as all the love and thought placed into the edits.  You know
who you are and all I can say is thanks for everything.)

Now let the tale begin ...

Part Eleven of MyJeff by IDreamCanU

I woke up and watched Jeff sleep, eyes fluttering as if he were deep in
some dream.  I slid under the covers and laid my head on his stomach --
watching his flaccid penis as my head moved to his breathing.  Wanting to
have some fun and remembering what he did to me I snaked out my tongue and
took a taste of his cockhead.

Lapping at the meat like a puppy with a bone I smiled to myself as I
watched it begin to expand and stand on its own.  Taking just the head into
my mouth I started gently sucking.  I could feel it as it got harder and
harder filling my mouth completely.

"AH Fuck!" Jeff gasped, waking up.

I looked up at him as I slammed my mouth down to the base.  He jerked in
pleasure with that move and sighed as I vacuumed my way back up to the
head.

"Oh shit! Man don't stop!" he gasped.

Seeing him in pleasure I started working him like mad -- moving at a crazy
man's pace.  Spit was coming out the corner of my mouth, running down his
shaft and pooling by his nuts.  Every so often he would thrust deep into my
mouth almost gagging me with his cock head.

"Yes, yes!! Oh, man! OH, MAN!!"

I could feel him getting harder and knew he was close.  I slipped my hand
behind him and was tickling his ass making him writhe on the bed more.

"AAAAAAHHHH--FUCK--UUUGGHH!!" he grunted as he flooded my mouth with his
juice.

I sucked up his seed and cleaned him up with my mouth and slid up to hug
him.

"I love you," he said pulling me close to his body

Those words made me feel flushed, I felt my ears go red as I hugged him
closer.
 Every time he told me he loved me I just melted inside.  While I was
hugging him I felt his hands slid over my back, stroking me and massaging
my shoulders.
 I felt my dick slip between his thighs while he hugged me and while he was
rubbing me I was thrusting my hips enjoying the feeling.

Jeff smiled at me and reached over and grabbed a tube of KY jelly.  "You
want to?"

I didn't answer with words but kissed him hard while pushing him onto his
side.
 I moved in behind him and slicked up his ass with one hand while greasing
up my cock with the other.  With him lubed up I slid closer pressing my rod
between his ass cheeks.

"I love you so much," I moaned as my cock rested in the heat of his ass,
the head touching the opening.

He turned his head and we kissed as I slid in.  "OH!" I moaned as I felt
his ass wrap around my cock in a tight slippery embrace.  When I was all
the way in I rested, enjoying the feel of him.  Pushing my chin into his
shoulder and breathing through my mouth I started thrusting my dick in and
out of him.

He was sighing softly and meeting each of my thrusts with a counter thrust
of his own.  I was moving my dick as fast as I could unwilling to hold
back, wanting to cum hard and fast.  With each pump I could feel the tingle
build at the base of my cock and the feeling of floating.

Then it happened, my nuts started pulling up and my dick fired shot after
shot into him.  "OH--OH--UUUGGGHH!!!!!"

I settled down from the orgasm still buried inside my lover.  I held onto
his back, face pressed into his neck.  I almost started crying from the
pleasure my body was feeling along with the love this great man had for me.

We rolled toward each other and held each other close.  I could feel his
heartbeat against my chest while I held onto him.

"Thanks," I said.

He looked into my eyes and kissed me, "No thanks needed -- I love you and
want you to feel good."

We laid there a while longer and then got up to shower.  After we cleaned
up we headed to the kitchen for something to eat.

When we were finished we got into his car for a ride to my house.

"Jeff?"

"Yes?" He answered grabbing my knee.

"Do you need any more help at one of your stores?"

He looked at me, "Why do you ask?"

"I need to get a part-time job, I need to make some money for car
insurance.  Mom won't let me get my license until I get a job to pay for
gas and the additional insurance."

My mother and I had had a long talk about me driving and if I couldn't pay
for the additional expense my driving would cause I wouldn't be permitted
to get my driver's license.

"I'm sorry but we don't hire anyone under 18 to work at the store.  Company
policy, I'm sorry."  He was looking at me like he was worried that what he
said would be taken wrong or that I would be mad at him for not hiring me.

I was a little hurt and let down but I knew he had no say in the policies
of the company.  "That's OK," I answered. "I'll try one of the fast food
places near by.  Burgers will be my life," I laughed.

He laughed with me also, a good natural laugh that made those around him
feel happy and carefree.

He pulled into my driveway and let me out, squeezing my knee as I got out
of the car.  I walked into the house and looked over my shoulder as he
pulled off the block.  I wished he could be with me at all times and that
we could show affection more openly but that was not to be.  We had our
time together---so little time it seemed but it is what had to be.  Too
many questions would be raised if I spent the night at his house every
weekend and was with him every free moment.  That was the worst thing about
what we had together, we had to be secret and private so no one would know
and stop us from being with each other.

I went out the next week looking for work at one of the fast food joints in
the area.  Walking into Trigger Burger I asked for a job application and
sat down with a Coke and filled it out.  I spoke to the Assistant Manager
for a few a while and he informed me that the store Manager would be back
in a few minutes and would talk to me about a job.  I ordered a sandwich
and waited.  In about an hour the manager came in and had a short chat with
me.

"So, when can you start?" he asked sitting down.

I was taken aback. "Next weekend if that is OK," I answered.

We talked a while about schedules and hours I could work and I went home
with a job on my first try.  I know it is not a great job and never will be
for anyone under the position of store manager but it helped pay what
needed to be paid.

The one thing the job did that I was not totally prepared for was take away
some of my time with Jeff I was working most weekends and some weeknights,
finishing up football season and trying to fit Jeff in when ever I could.
I did learn to take every second and enjoy it.

Life got a bit easier when football season was over for the year, so my
practice time was now used to be with Jeff.  If he needed help around the
house I would do it -- he paid me some money so my mother thought it was
for the money that I was so eager to go to his house.  Well the money sort
of embarrassed me some.  It was like I was getting paid to be with my
lover.

One thing we enjoyed doing and gave us the perfect excuse to be close and
spend the night were the drag races at MIR.  Jeff loved them and I was
developing a love for them as well.

While on my way over to his house I would have to hide my excitement so my
mother would not become suspicious of the activity.

One such weekend during the Winter finals I was brimming with joy.  I had
gotten a few days off at Trigger Burger and was going to enjoy a 3 day drag
race session.

Jeff picked me up at school and we headed off to the races.

"Hi," he said as I climbed in.

"Hi Jeff."

He reached over and grabbed my leg in the lot and I pushed it away. "Not
here, OK?"

He looked hurt by my brush off. "What's wrong?"

"I don't want any friends to see us like this -- I'd be treated like a
freak."

"We are not freaks," he said pulling out of the lot.

We rode in silence for a few moments neither one speaking.  I felt like
shit, felt an inch tall for pushing him away.  He was only showing that he
loved me and because I didn't want to be labeled I hurt him.

"Mike, I'm sorry.  I wasn't thinking."

"Its OK, don't worry about it."

"I do worry, I don't want to make it hard on you."

I smiled, "too late it is already hard."  I laughed with him for a second
then smiled back again. "It's OK, really.  I just got self conscious that's
all."

He reached over and tousled my hair as we pulled onto the highway.  We got
to the races and took seats on the bleachers and settled in for some horse
power action.

Half way through the races I was getting very cold and Jeff noticed my
discomfort.

"You OK?"

"Just cold," I answered shivering.

He got up and walked away telling me he'd be right back.  A few minutes
later he returned with a blanket he took from the car.

"This should help." He said wrapping me up in the blanket.

We sat side by side and after a bit he slipped under the blanket with me.
We were in public and the blanket only covered out shoulders and backs so
any fun was out, but I loved his scent as he pressed close to me.  He had a
fresh woodsy scent and even today I can smell him.

When the first round was over we slowly headed back to his car for the long
ride home only to have to do it again in the morning.  He pulled into a
local inn and got out.

"What you doing?" I asked.

"Checking in."

"What?"

"Come on, I got us a room for tonight and Saturday.  Its not worth driving
back and forth.  Takes up too much time."

Stunned is mild for what I felt, we were going to stay in a motel together
for 2 days!!  I got out and after we checked in, headed for the room.

It was dark inside with only a few lights but clean.  There were 2 queen
size beds in the room and a small bathroom.

Settling in I hit the shower to wash off the rubber smell that I always
seem to get at the races.  When I came out Jeff was already in bed
sleeping.

I got in with him and wrapped my arm around him.  "You sleeping?"

"I was."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing just tired, I worked all day and then had to put up with you all
evening."

"You bastard!!" I knew he was joking now - since when was I a chore.  I
crawled onto his stomach and gave him a big wet kiss.

"This is great, we should have done this sooner."

He smiled back, "I know, just didn't think about it.  This way we can spend
some time together and even get some rest as well."

"Rest, rest, rest.  That all you think of?" I teased.

He pushed me off him and started tickling me as pay back for hinting that
he was old.  We rolled around for a bit then I stopped in my tracks as I
felt him grab hold of my cock.

"Shit!!" I gasped sucking in my breath.

"You like?"

That is what I called a stupid question, didn't he feel my dick getting
harder?
 "I hate it so much." I answered.

"I see, then I'll stop."

"You stop and I'll kill you!"

He repositioned him self and started pumping me again.  I was bucking my
hips and going with the flow.  When I opened my eyes his crotch was near my
hand.

"Oh, yeah!" He gasped as I started beating him as he was doing me.

Both out hips were bucking and the room sounded like a honeymoon suite for
two horny bunnies. After a few minutes I could not hold it anymore and with
my hips locked in an upward thrush I cam all over his hand.

"Shit!! OH!!" I cried while painting his hand and arm with my spunk.

While coming down from that load I felt him tighten up and watched as he
erupted in my hand.  We got out of the messy bed and slipped into the other
bed and fell asleep holding onto each other.

I awoke to the sound of water and an empty bed.  I must have been sleeping
soundly because I never heard him get out.  While he was showering I got up
and dressed.

We went to a local fast food joint and had a quickie breakfast then headed
back to the track to watch the morning activity as well as get our usual
seats.

It was still cold and we used the blanket to keep warm as well as the
concession stand with hot chocolate.  When the races were over we headed
back to the motel and for a change got a goodnight sleep.  We laid there
petting, hugging and kissing for almost an hour before falling asleep.

It was those moments where we shared our deepest fears and thoughts -- we
had no fear that the other would laugh or thing the other was strange.
Just open honest communication.

The finals on Sunday were spectacular.  Almost every race was close and no
winner could be picked from early on---every race had meaning for the final
standing.  We were standing, cheering and just acting like crazy animals.
I can remember some people looking at us and giving us a knowing smile as
if to say "look at the father and son having a special time together."  If
they only knew -- if they only knew.

The weekend was one of the best weekends in a long time.  Just the two of
us and no holds barred and no rules to worry about.  I guess I helped Jeff
become and stay young while he helped me grow.  We were a perfect match.

The school year was finishing up and my grades were slipping some.  My
mother put her foot down, I had to cut down on my hours at Trigger Burger
and spend more time hitting the books.  This also meant less time with Jeff
and that was what hurt the most.  What I didn't expect was that he was on
her side in this matter.

"Your school work is #1 - not me, not work and not football." He told me
during one chat.  I was crest fallen but after some thought I realized that
he was only looking out for me.

I managed to pull my grades back from the edge of destruction and was
looking forward to a day with Jeff.

I was finishing up some homework and laundry when my mother called me to
the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hi Mike."

"Hi Jeff, what's up?"

"Mike I'm sorry but I'm not feeling well today, a stomach bug or something.
I feel lousy and don't want to give you anything."

"Fuck," I thought to myself.  The day is shot - ruined.  "That's OK," I
lied.  "We can get together next week."

"You sure?  I'm sorry, I just feel poorly and would be terrible company."

Yes I was hurt but after a second I felt like an ass for being mad at him
for feeling ill.  It was no one's fault and I didn't need to blame him.
"Get some rest, I'll talk to you later.  Call me if you feel up to it."

"Thanks Mike, I'll make it up to you."

"No need, bye."

"Bye."

I hung up and told my mother that Jeff was feeling sick and that she was
stuck with me for the evening.  We ended up watching TV and playing
Monopoly and just had a good time together for a change.

I seemed to be in a rut with work, school and slipping over to see Jeff
when I could, but I was not complaining.

(End Part Eleven.  Final Chapter to follow)