Date: Mon, 19 Apr 2010 19:46:30 -0700 (PDT) From: John Meyers Subject: My St.Patrick Part 6 My St. Patrick part 6 By Cody Moore Disclaimer**Usual disclaimers apply. I extensively in this part of the story mention a continuing song so let me clearly state that in no way, shape, or form do I own Saving Abel or their song Addicted. Cody God, I love Sean. I thought to myself as I looked down at his sleeping face on my chest. It was Tuesday of spring break and Sean and I will have been going out for a week tommorow. I thought back on his birthday last week, thanking God for my mom giving Sean the movie ticket thing. Sean had already told me that he hadn't made any plans to go to the movies that night until that moment. Then I also thanked God for making his mom go away that night. If not for a series of coincidental circumstances that led to that night, we might still be eyeing eachother from afar. With no idea of the others preference to us. I looked down again at that face that I so loved, taking in every detail: the creamy white skin, the wonderfully blonde hair, almost as to be white, the curl that it did right at his eyebrows, his long thick lashes, his perfect lips, parted just slightly, all of these features were wrapped in the expression of deep sleep. All of the muscles slack. The perfect picture of the innocence that I loved about him. His reverie that was found in sleep had wiped all of the tension and fear from his features. I was glad that in sleep, at least, he could be safe from the predjudices and judgement of the world. He was so young, it wasn't fair that his mom did this to him, that the world had done this to him. He didn't deserve the hardships that came attached with this life. I found myself shedding angry tears. Why was the world like this? 'The world is how it is, and you can't change that.' How do you know? You were wrong before. Who's to say that you're not wrong right now? 'True, I was wrong about the boy.' HIS NAME IS SEAN! 'I was wrong about Sean. But gays have been trying for a while now.... to be treated right, I mean. But you and I know what will happen eventually. Sooner or later,' Sooner or later we'll get there. We'll live as equals, in a way, for a while. Then something will happen, disease, catastrophe, something that the organized church will latch onto and attribute to homosexuals. Then, we'll all take a huge step backwards. We'll go back to being stoned to death. 'You do see.' I just wish that I could protect him. 'You can.' How? 'You are his rock to which he is anchored. He is surrounded by a sea of fear, uncertainty, and trepidation. You are the mountain on which he stands, the only thing that keeps him from drowning. You must never allow him to doubt. Remain firm in your beliefs, do not falter. The sea will seek to erode you, destroy your foundation and Sean's belief in you. You cannot allow that to happen. You know how most of the stories of rejected homosexuals end.' I remembered reading about that. A group of psychologists and sociologists did a study a couple years ago, showing that homosexual youths who felt rejected, were five times as likely to commit suicide. I looked down at his sleeping form again. It's not fair, I thought. I will. I will be his rock, his anchor, his mountain to stand on and believe in. If he fell, if he stopped believing, if he gave up, I would crumble as well. Dissolve into the waters. Sink. Drown. For both our sakes, "I will not fail." I didn't realize that I had said it outloud until he stirred. He seemed to have heard me as he gave just the slightest of moan's, his muscles tensed just slightly, drawing me closer, and, eyelids fluttering a little bit, he woke up. His amazingly green eyes penetrated my hazel ones for just a moment before a row of dazzingly white teeth flashed as the biggest possible grin he could pull off came across his face. "Good morning sleeping beauty." I said, leaning my head down to capture his lips with mine for just a second. "Bout' time you woke up." I laughed a little, jostling the still waking boy a bit. He smiled up at me. "And a better way to wake up doesn't exist." His voice was a bit hoarse from sleep. He craned his head up so his lips met mine in another kiss. Our lips melted against the others as he licked my lips with his tongue. I parted my lips allowing his tongue entry and we wrestled for control. After what must have been ten minutes (hyperbole) our lips parted. "I have an idea." Sean said seductively. His hand rubbed along my inner thigh. Sean It was me and Cody, we were laying on my bed. I was rubbing my face into his chest, we were snuggling. He was so warm. So strong. Someone who would always be there, a protector, like a guardian angel. I tried to get closer to his body, though that wasn't possible. I heard something, just beyond my ability to make out. I wonder what it is? Then I woke up. My eyelids fluttered open, and a moan escaped my lips. It was such a good dream. Wait. I looked up into the perfect eyes of my Cody. My Cody. Yes! I couldn't help but smile like an idiot. It wasn't just a dream, we weren't exactly on my bed, we were on his couch, but that was just as good in my book. "Good morning sleeping beauty." Cody said. Then he leaned his head down, right as I leaned my head up, and our lips met in a hot, wake-up kiss. "Bout' time you woke up." he chuckled, shaking me out of my reverie. I wanted to say something like, 'Srew morning, I'd rather stay here.' But then I realized it wasn't morning, I had just fallen asleep during the movie. So all I said was, "And a better way to wake up doesn't exist." And I leaned up again to take his lips in mine. I traced his lips with my tongue, begging entry. It was granted and I plunged my tongue in, fighting for control of his mouth. Then I got the most wonderful idea I've ever had. I put my hand on his thigh, rubbing back and forth. Stopping just short of his rod that I knew was on this thigh with each backstroke. "I have an idea." I told him. I grabbed his hand, pulling him off of the couch, and dragged him up the stairs at a jog. Stopping abruptly at the top so that his hard-on ground into my butt through my mesh shorts. I turned around at the top, meeting his eyes for just a second, seeing that he understood. At the same time we both came forward, our mouths and tongues colliding with the others as I wrapped my legs around his hips, arms around his neck. I got pushed into the door, our mouths never once disconnecting. I felt the door give way behind me as he opened it. I used my foot to push the door shut before using my weight and momentum to throw him onto his bed. Cody I heard the door shut behind me. Then I was thrown onto my bed. Damn! He could be forceful when he wanted to. I was laying on my bed, green covers beneath me, legs from the knees down hanging off the side with my elbows supporting my upper body so I could almost be sitting while Sean was on top of me. Sean leaned onto his elbows, his lips meeting mine while he grinded his crotch into mine. I felt his hard-on through his shorts, grinding against the denim of my jeans. Without parting our lips, he reached over, grabbing something flat and rectangular. Then he flicked his wrist, and music played. 'Im so addicted to, all the things you do. When you're going down on me, in between the sheets.' He started moving his hips to the rhythm, grinding his mesh covered hard-on into my denim covered one.'All the sounds you make, with every breath you take,' He moved his tongue in the beat of the bass, parting lips at the 'Oh girl let's take it slow,' part. He tilted his head and began sucking on my neck, tongue tracing circles on my skin. He moved to my collar bone, his tongue tracing back and forth over the bone. He got off of the bed, standing in front of me off of his bed. He began pulling on his jersey right as the next verse started. 'Im so addicted to, all the things you do.' He slowly started raising his jersey up. 'When you're going down on me, inbetween the sheets.' As the jersey revealed a six pack, just barely noticeable, I squirmed a littl bit. Such a tease. He pulled it off of his head, 'All the sounds you make, with every breath you take.' He started crawling back on the bed again. 'It's unlike anything, when you're loving me-eee!' He grinded his crotch into mine. Leaning down to make out again, taking the edge of my shirt into his hands as he pulled it up my body. 'Yeahh-h!' We parted for just a second so he could pull my shirt over my head, before he leaned back knees bent, all of his weight on my crotch. He grinded his butt into my throbbing hard-on, making me thrust my hips upward. He reached back and pulled his socks off before moving his hands up my chest to slowly start tweaking my nipples. 'I know when it's gettin' rough, all the time we spent,' He ground down again, giving a hard tug on my nipples, causing me to arch my hips upward again. 'Tryin' to make this love somethin' better then, just ma-akin love again-n!' He turned around and got up again. 'It's not like you to turn away. All the bullshit I can't take! And just when i think i can walk away.' He rocked his hips with his thumbs hooked under the edge of his shorts, which had a noticeable bulge in the front of them, including a tiny dark spot where the precum had gotten through. 'I'm so addicted to, all the things you do,' He started pulling down his shorts, still rocking his hips to the beat. 'when you're goin' down on me, inbetween the sheets.' His entire, beautiful crotch was now just protected by his white boxer briefs, which had a huge dark spot on them from where his precum had leaked out through the head of his dick. 'It's unlike anythi-i-ing! Im so addicted to,' His shorts were around his ankles and he stepped out of them. He crawled up onto the bed. 'the things you do.' He unbuttoned my pants, licking his lips while he did it, and undid the zipper. He hooked his fingers around the waistband of my pants and began pulling them down my legs, finally getting them off so that I was in nothing but my pineapple boxers. He gave me an appreciative look, never taking his eyes at the huge tent in my boxers. 'I'm so addicted to, all the things you do, when you're goin' down on meee-ee!' Not caring about the beat anymore, he yanked off his briefs revealing his 6" cut masterpiece of a dick, thick purple head, with fairly large balls that were pulled up a litle bit against his body, with no hair. Must shave. Kinky. He lowered his head down to my boxers, taking a swipe across the fabric with his tongue, wetting it signifigantly. "Fuck!" I practically yelled as I bucked upwards. He grabbed the waistband of my boxers and ripped them down, causing my seven and three-quarter inch boner to fly out, sending an arc of precum flying through the air as it hit my abdomen. Sean stuck his finger in the precum, raising it up to his mouth and tasting it. "Please." was all I could whimper out. My need was so great at that moment. "As you command." He lowered his mouth down, and placed a kiss on my head causing another involuntary buck upwards. He placed a hand on my abs so I wouldn't choke him. Then I felt my head become encased in a wonderous warmth. "Oh fuck." I whispered as I barely contained another buck upwards. My dick was encased in the most wondrous sensation possible. He waited for a second before continuing his journey, easily taking another four inches of shaft before he was brought up short. He pulled his head back up again till' only the head was still in. I moaned in ecstasy. I felt his tongue dart around the sensitive underside and I twisted the covers in my hands as I fought against the urge to slam my dick down Sean's throat. I looked down to see the top of Sean's pure blonde hair, slightly wavy, bobbing up and down my length, always stopping right after the halfway point. I couldn't take it anymore. I moved my hands down to his head, tangling my fingers in his soft hair, guiding his head along it's journey. I felt that familiar tingling sensation at the back of my balls. "Sean." I whispered his name. "Sean, I. I'm gon-. I'm gonna cum." I expected him to finish me off with masturbation, what I didn't expect was him to speed up. "Oh dear God, Sean." I whispered his name again. "Sean." I couldn't hold it, he was moaning now, vibrating my dick. The bobbing was too fast. "SEAN!" Every muscle in my body tensed, and I bucked upwards as a waterfall of pleasure racked my body as I shot seven hot, thick, spurts of cum down his throat. He gagged a little bit, but swallowed it all. Staying latched on to my dick with his mouth, draining it of all cum. When he finally let go, it gave a little pop out of his mouth. He looked up at me, licked his lips, then gave the most goofy, amazing grin I've ever seen. Sean I felt the fullness in my mouth, tasted the saltiness of his precum, and loved every bit of it. I bobbed down again, encasing as much of his love meat as I could without gagging. He moaned my name. Making me even hornier. "Sean." Oh I wanted to make him moan louder. "Sean, I. I'm gon-. I'm gonna cum." And now was the perfect time to do it. I bobbed up and down his dick faster. Feeling the glans slide across my tongue, and my mouth filling up with more precum. "Oh dear God, Sean." He moaned again, I moaned around his dick, causing vibrations to bring him even greater pleasure. "Sean...SEAN!" I felt his muscles tense, he bucked upwards, pushing his dick to the back of my throat, so that when the first spurt fired out, it hit my tonsils. I gagged but desperately tried to swallow it all. It was too much. The sweet taste of his boy spunk flooding my mouth brought me over the edge as well, plastering the edge of his bed with six shots of Irish cream. It wasn't shooting anymore, just dripping from his piss slit. I gave one last bob, earning a shudder from Cody, and sucked his dick dry, before unlatching myself from it. I looked up at Cody, licking my lips, and gave my best grin before going up and kissing him, sharing his taste. My dickhead was still sensitive as well, and when it brushed the side of my bed I shivered, a small dot of leftover cum drooling out. "That was..." Cody was breathing heavily. "Amazing." He said looking me in the eye, smiling from ear to ear. He seemed like his release had gotten something on his mind. I vaguely wondered if it was anything dirty, but I sensed that it wasn't something to joke about. "Cody?" I paused so he would look me in the eye. "Is something wrong?" Then I thought about what had just happened. "Did I do something wrong?" I felt my eyes tear up a little bit. It was me wasn't it. What could I have done? "What? No. No! It wasn't anything you did!" His words said no, but his voice said that it did involve me. "Then, why are you not happy?" The tears were flowing freely by now. "Because I am. I am more happy then I've ever been before. Ever!" I turned away, getting off of my bed before I felt Cody's hand grab my arm. Cody I was just coming off of the high that was the first time I'd ever recieved oral sex. I was breathing heavily, my heart still pumping. "That was... Amazing" I looked into Sean's eye's when he spoke. 'Remember, never falter.' It was a completely unintentional reaction that my eyes betrayed my inner emotion. The eyes are the gateway to the soul, so they say. "Cody?" Sean sounded troubled, confused. "Is something wrong?" He continued before I could reassure him. "Did I do something wrong?" Oh SHIT! I should have anticipated this. Guarded my thoughts better. Fuck! Now he's crying. "What? No. No! It wasn't anything you did!" I could even hear the difference in my voice. 'You've fucked up now.' Shut up, your not helping. "Then, why are you not happy?" He was full blown crying now. The tears falling thick and fast. "Because I am. I am more happy then I've ever been before. Ever!" He turned away. I reached out and grabbed his arm. He shook it off. Turning on me. "I.." His voice broke. "I trusted you. What is it?! You got what you wanted is that it?! I suppose you're done now!" What on earth was he talking about? "What are you talking about?" I don't know what I expected him to answer, but it wasn't what he said. "That look in your eyes! I recognize it! It's the look that you get when you think you've done something wrong!" Oh dear god. Scared me for a second there. That's all this was about. "I know what you're talking about and let me explain." "Don't bother. I think it's clear to me now. I was a fool." He pulled on his shorts and was starting on his jersey. 'What the hell are you doing? Stop him before the damage you've done becomes permanent!' I stepped in front of the door right as he pulled his jersey over his head. "Sean Patrick Murray sit down and listen to me." I think I caught him off guard with the use of his full name. " While you were asleep, I was doing some thinking." I paused to breathe and consider my words carefully. "I thought about earlier.... About what your mom said and what you saw on the news." He seemed a bit interested now. "You asked me if what we were doing was wrong. You asked me if we were evil. You asked me if we were going to hell." I breathed in again. 'Tread carefully here.' "I think I have an answer. To all of you're questions." He actually looked at me now, and I think he wasn't crying as much. "As to the second question. Sean," I looked into his eyes. "you are, a fourteen year-old Irish boy who grew up in a rural town away from any secular influences. You have never stolen, murdered, raped, cursed, or sought revenge on anyone or anything. No matter what. Having said that, No, you are not, can not be, in any way shape or form evil." He wiped his nose. " I think that that answers part of the third question. The other part. Hell is a place of brimstone and eternal pain. I believe that, and God is the only one who can say whether I'm right or wrong, hell is reserved for those who have rebuked God, for those who don't try to walk in the light, and for those who are false worshippers." I drew in a ragged breath. This next one could very well destroy or save him. And it all rode on my shoulders. "To your first question. God created all living things as they are. He created them to hunt because he wanted them to. He created some to swim because he wanted to. He created you, from your impossibly deep eyes, to your mindset of being gay. He made you this way for a reason. He wouldn't have made you like this if he hadn't wanted to. He wouldn't have made you gay only to send you to hell. So, having said that, I don't think we are wrong, evil things that will burn in hell for all eternity. But, truthfully, only you can answer that first question." I looked into his green eyes, finally seeing just the barest traces of inner light getting through. "What does your heart tell you? Do you feel like what we're doing is wrong?" Sean I looked into his eyes, seeing the concern, the reflected pain that he felt for me, I saw the love. And instinctively I knew the answer to my question. "My heart tells me," I swallowed. "that I love you." There it is, the 'L' bomb. "My heart tells me that you love me. I don't think that something as pure as the love I feel for you, could possibly be wrong." I looked at my hands, then back up again. "I love you Cody Moore. No amount of influence can or ever will change that." The tears threatened to overwhelm me again. I had chosen my side. The tears slid down my cheek, landing on my palm. I looked into the eyes of my Cody, and he was crying too. I had chosen a side and I knew I had picked the right one. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- R&R to the same e-mail. Personally I think that this part turned out really well. Did you like the ending? I had actually written this before I wrote part 4 & 5 so I was going to continue until at least this one. This will be the first chapter that, depending what you say will affect whether or not there's another one. First (anal) sex will be in two chapters after this one. If there's another two chapters.