Date: Wed, 16 Apr 2003 02:21:11 -0700 (PDT) From: Jay Watson Subject: Nates Life part 4 The following story is fiction. Any similarity to any real person is purely coincidental. This story depicts consentual sex between teenage boys. If this sort of thing offends you or it is illegal in your territory I advise you to stop reading this story immediately. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- After I'd talked to Eric I was once again in a state of optimism. It felt kind of weird, something I hadn't felt in a while. It had kind of a nervous edge to it, because in the back of my mind I was expecting something to take that away from me. That night I lied in my bed daydreaming about Eric. His hair, his eyes, his broad shoulders, his cute face. All I could think about was making love to him. He was my best friend, and now we were about to connect in ways I had only dreamed about. As I lay in my bed, unable to fall asleep, I put my hands under my tented boxers, grab my throbbing cock, and begin stroking it gently. Thinking about Eric straddling me, humping up and down on my lap with my cock firmly planted in his ass. Me grabbing a firm, yet gentle hold of those rosy cheeks of his, giving him a gentle slap every once in a while. Him moaning at the feel of my cock deep inside his bowels, gently invading his tight virgin hole giving him a new sensation he had never dreamed of before. Soon I took my pillow and mounted it, imagining it was Eric, with his legs thrown over my shoulders. I'd slowly slide my cock back into his pretty little fuck hole and slowly make love to him. Our eyes would meet, and we would kiss eachother. On the mouth, on the chest, all over our faces. I'd run my fingers through his stunning golden brown hair, and his hands would be clenched firmly to my ass as I slowly, rythmically penetrated him. With every thrust he would moan a little, and his dick would twitch a little from my cock head pushing against his prostate. Then, we would both start moaning intensly, he would blow his load all over his stomach and chest, then I'd fill his hole with my seed. The thought of all this sent me way overboard and I shot the milkiest load I had ever shot before. I was in so much ecstasy I moaned very loadly. Within seconds my mom rushed into my room to see what was wrong with me, and I lied to her, saying, "Oh, it was just a bad dream. I'm alright." The truth was, I was definately alright. I slept like a baby all night after that. I woke up at 7:00 as usual and rushed into class at 7:45. The day went by pretty much uneventfully. I met Eric after school and we went to get some burgers, then play at the arcade for a while. Turns out he can kick my ass at Tekken as well as Halo! No matter, though, I schooled him in a game of DDR. When the sun went down, we headed back to my house. I busted into the door and Eric and I stormed up to my room. I gave my mom a quick kiss and hello then slammed my door shut and locked it with Eric and I inside. We glared at eachother lovingly. I could tell that he was as into it as I was. "Wanna fuck?" I wispered quietly. "Sure," he said without hesitation, and removed his shirt. He'd been working out, I could tell. He lost the baby fat, and was now the perfectly shaped, slightly muscular dream boy twink I had always dreamed about. I followed suit and removed my leather jacket and burgandy t-shirt, revealing my smooth moca colored skin and nicely defined body. As we gazed at eachother we were both breathless... gasping in anticipation. Before we removed our jeans we wrapped our arms around eachother and kissed passionately. We fondled eachother all over, slowly, gently, and eventually I slid my hand down to the button on his jeans, and with one hand wrapped around him, I used the other hand to unbutton and unzip his pants. He wiggled them down to his knees and pulled off his shoes and jeans with his feet, all the time not taking his eyes off of me. I also removed my pants, and soon he was in his red/blue plaid boxers, and I was in my dark blue boxer briefs. Only a thin layer of cotton seperated our now throbbing members from eachother. With one hand wrapped around me Eric used the other to fondle my crotch. I did the same to him and soon our hands found their way onto our dicks. Eric and I both pulled down our underwear, and were now completely naked, alone, in the dim, blueish light of my room. I subtley forced him onto my bed, and started licking his chest. The whole way through his eyes were half closed, his pretty pink lips quivering, and his head tilted back, sighing at a whipsers volume. I got myself up, hovered over him, and positioned my dick right over his mouth, perpendicular to him in a pushup like position. I sunk all 7 and 1/2 inches of my cock into his mouth, and he willingly took every inch of it in without hesitation. Then I lowered myself onto his member, and took his whole 6.5 inches into my mouth as well. We were now in a 69 position; his face burried into my pubes and mine into his. I started sucking and thrusting rythmically, rubbing his smooth milky white legs. Meanwhile he was moaning from the pleasure I was giving his cock, and perhaps the feel of my own cock sliding in and out of his throat. He placed his hands on my ass and started rubbing me all over. We did this for about five minutes, until I pulled out, and hovered up over him once again. "I want you to fuck me, Eric," I said to him, as I was slowly stroking my cock looking down at him. "In the ass?" he replied. "No, in the ear," I jestfully snapped back at him. He got up, and I lied down in his place, which was slightly moist with his delightful sweat which I would have the privilage of smelling as I drifted to sleep that night. I tossed my legs up, and he positioned himself between them. He ran his dick head against my sphincter, which caused me to close my eyes, bite my lip, and moan like the bitch I was about to become. He began to push his cock head past my opening and into my ass. I moaned and wrapped my legs around his waist firmly. He slowly slid more and more of it in, and soon his entire length had penetrated me. I could feel his pubes brushed up against my ass, and I was now gazing into his sexy green eyes. "Ugh..." I moaned, "fuck me, Eric. I want it bad." He then began to slowly thrust his waist, sending his cock in and out of me. This time It felt sweet and loving, not like the crazy Nazi who took my virginity at the Slayer concert. Thankfully, I was tight enough so Eric didn't comment, but broken in enough from the insane biker fag to have a good first time with Eric. He made sweet, passionate love to me, his fists pinned down on the bed to either side of me, thrusting his cock in and out. My legs wrapped around his waist and arms wrapped around his back. Both of us panting, moaning, kissing eachother. It lasted for all but 15 minutes which felt like an eternity. Then it happened, he let out a loving sigh, and filled my ass with his hot man milk. It felt as if gallons oozed out of him as he had what appeared to have been the best orgasm in his life right inside of me. I followed suit and had an orgasm myself, which caused my asshole to twitch, intensifying his orgasm. We lied their, kissing and rubbing, in our post orgasmic bliss, for about 30 seconds. Then he slid his cock out of me, unmounted me, my legs fell to the bed, and he took a random piece of clothing I had laid out on the ground, and used it to wipe up the mess we had made. We put our clothes on, kissed eachother gently once more. Then he looks me in the eye and says, "You're the best friend I ever had." "I love you," I say to him. "I love you too, Nate... I love you so much." We kiss some more, then we hug, with our head on eachothers shoulders, silent. Then I hear Eric sobbing. "What's wrong, buddy?" I ask. "I... just... I can't... I mean... it's so... ugh! God dammit!" "What?" I ask again. At this point his sulking uncontrollably, and I desperately want to know why. "Just... ugh... I'm... I have to go home. Goodbye, Nate!" he exclaimed, storming out of my room. I treaded after him, wanting to know what the deal was, but he stopped chasing him after he exited my front door. I locked the door behind me, and sighed. That night I couldn't stop thinking about him yet again. I didn't want him to feel that way, to be in that state of mind, whatever it was. I wanted to be his friend and help him through whatever it was he was dealing with. I didn't cry that night, I just fell asleep. His scent was still in my sheets from what had went down this evening, and I just drifted off quietly. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- End of part 4. Email me at fatalexception0@yahoo.com