Date: Sat, 13 Mar 1999 11:38:19 -0600 (CST)
From: comicality@webtv.net
Subject: "A Perfect Picture" (Gay Male/High School)

Comicality here! I've got another one for ya from the dream factory. I
hope you guys like it! As usual, any and all comments and criticisms are
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"A Perfect Picture"
 
Well mannered...that's how most adults refer to me. Well mannered, well
trained, mature for my age, very polite...geez, I feel like a performing
bear for crying out loud. It's like every adult in the world expects us
14 year old boys to all be maladjusted junkies who listen to heavy metal
and bang our heads against the wall while robbing liquor stores. Don't
get me wrong, I appreciate the compliments, or the attempt at a
compliment anyway, but sometimes I feel like people just underestimate
kids for no reason. Just because they were stupid teenagers when they
were young, it doesn't mean we're all sleeping around and playing in
traffic. I just think we get a bad rep sometimes. So I got the
compliments left and right and became Sean the neighborhood wonder boy.
That's me, Sean who shovels snow on the block, Sean who brings in
people's newspapers for them, Sean who rakes leaves, mows lawns, and
basically keeps this whole damn block in top shape. Not that I've got a
big ego or anything.
Sure, the other kids would be off playing games and having fun while my
parents try to enforce the value of a dollar and good manners on me, but
I didn't really miss it all that much. If I was doing chores for old
lady Handler next door, I'd just be in the park with a bunch of people I
didn't really fit in with, playing a sport I didn't really know how to
play, while hoping nobody would notice where my eyes were looking when
that cute boy would ride by on his bike or skate past on rollerblades.
Yes, in case you were wondering from that last statement...Sean the
wonderboy isn't what he appears to be. It's been a part of my life for
so long that I didn't even realize it was there until it smacked me in
the face one day. Yes, I'm gay.
I keep that little piece of info to myself, because I know a lot of
girls in school that would be pissed off to know about me. I was
evidently their idea of a hottie and they never let me forget it. If I
wasn't gay, I'd probably have become a full blown slut by now. It's not
that I don't like girls, but my heart won't let me connect with them in
the same way as I do with other boys. I'd give a week's worth of hard
core sex with an entire flock of girls for just one heartfelt kiss from
a cute boy. That was my fantasy, finding that one guy, that one perfect
boy who was cute and intelligent and funny...and just...wanted to be
with me. I'm sure it wasn't as hard as I made it out to be. I mean I was
in a school with over 500 people, so at least 50 of them had to be
possible candidates. I was decent looking, outrageously gorgeous in the
girl's eyes but I wouldn't go that far. I have medium length light brown
hair that hangs just below my ears, really bright hazel eyes that look
more green than brown, about 5' 9" and slim without being 'skinny'. My
voice had finally stopped doing that annoing squeak thing, so that was a
plus, and if only I could find myself a good guy with looks and brains,
I would die trying to make him happy. I keep a smile on my face, but
life is sometimes so lonely for the kid with a hard on for other hard
ons.
But one day, while shoveling snow at the end of a harsh winter for Mrs.
Handler next door, I found my special love, something that I still can't
really explain, but can't ever forget. It was really cold that day, and
I guess Mrs. Handler felt sorry for me, so she invited me in for some
hot chocolate and a sandwich. It felt so good to get out of the frigid
Chi-town streets and into her warm house, always kept at a toasty 80
degrees. She sat me down in the living room and served me like a
customer in a restaraunt. My parents would have slapped me upside the
head if they saw me sitting down and letting this dear old lady serve
me, hobbling through the house as fast as she could go. But it felt good
having someone wait on me for a change, besides, she wouldn't have let
me leave that seat even if I wanted to. That's when I started looking
around the room and saw my destiny. He was standing there, a big grin on
his face, dressed in shorts and a t-shirt that hung down almost to his
knees. He was waving and he had these beautiful eyes, these miraculous
gorgeous eyes that just captivated me and kept me from turning around.
There was only one problem with this lovely kid, this boy who had
instantly captured me and made me feel like I never have before...he
wasn't real. Well, i'm sure he was real enough somewhere, but it was
just a photograph on Mrs. Handler's wall. I got up to stare at it more
closely, examining every line and curve, admiring his pretty smile, his
sparkling ice blue eyes, his short dark brown hair, his slender hips and
smooth hairless legs. I sighed out loud, wishing the photo could tell me
more. What he sounded like, what his smile looked like in motion, I
didn't even know his name. I just stared at that picture and thought
about how smooth and soft his skin would be, how sweet his scent must be
right out of the shower. I wanted to know what he was thinking, what he
was saying...sigh, he was so cute.
While sighing for about the third or fourth time, Mrs. Handler walked
out of the kitchen with the hot chocolate. I tried to turn away from the
picture quickly, my instincts taking over like they always do, telling
me never to let them see you checking out another guy or the gig is up.
But I guess it was too late.
"Looking at the pictures, huh? Yeah, that one was just sent to me last
week." she said while I tried to keep from blushing.
"This is a new picture?" I asked.
"Yes, that's my grandson, Jared. He lives in Florida with his father.
Might move up here to be with his mom soon on the other side of town."
Florida? Awwww nuts. He might as well live on the moon. So much for my
little infatuation. It was stupid of me anyway, falling in love with a
picture, what was wrong with me? I felt my heart sink at the thought of
this beautiful guy being an open target for every guy and girl in
Florida who probably wouldn't treat him half as good as I would. But
being the polite kid that I am, I kept a smile on my face and finished
my hot chocolate before taking off. I'll just forget about it and start
looking for a boyfriend that's a little more tangible. That's all. I'll
just forget about him. No problem. No problem at all.
I spent the rest of that night, tossing and turning in my bed, thinking
of Jared. Those beautiful eyes and pink lips. God, he was so awesome. He
was beyond cute, and if he was as nice in personality as he looked, I'd
be forever in love with him whether he'd have me or not. I tried to give
him a voice in my mind, playing around with different pitches and tones,
trying to find one that matched the picture. Then I animated the picture
from memory, making him move, making him speak my name. I laid on my
back in the covers, and even though I was just imagining me and Jared
playing around together, or just having a simple conversation, I was
hard as a rock. I reached under the sheets and grabbed a hold of myself,
like I had so many times before in the darkness at night, and the first
touch sent a bolt of electricity shooting through me. I figured that as
long as I was thinking of Jared, I might as well make it interesting. I
imagined my lovely Jared, wearing those loose shorts and t-shirt,
walking towards me, his artificial voice silenced by the tension between
us. I began to strok myself, each motion giving me a stronger sensation
than the last. I pictured Jared slowly climbing on top of me, still
clothed, as my arms snaked around his slim hips and brought him down on
me. I sighed out loud as I imagined his sweet lips coming closer,
tasting them for the first time. The kiss was so soft, so gentle and
caring, Jared didn't really look like a rough and tumble kind of guy to
me. No, he seemed so sweet, like a baby deer, he was the kind of boy who
would take his time to enjoy every feeling and emotion that passed
between us. Or at least, that's how I pictured him. Usually, my thoughts
would have turned to graphic acts of sex by now, me rolling around with
any one of the faceless many from my gym class or the mall or wherever
cute boys go to roam. But not this time. For this particular fantasy,
Jared's sweet kiss was more than enough. I jacked myself faster and
faster, thinking about how awesome it would be to lock lips with such a
hot teen boy and feel his body weight pressing into me with every erotic
grind of his hips. My mouth opened as my breathing became too hard to
hold back, my heart was racing, and I could feel the beginning of a
powerful orgasm coming up from my toes. Out of all the incredible jack
off sessions I had ever had in my life, not a one of them compared to
this one. None of them had been this real before. This time the image
had a face, he had a voice, a life, he had a name. "Jared..." I
whispered to myself, "...Ohhhhh Jared!" I imagined his kissing getting
deeper and deeper, his small body driving into me again and again, his
cute face and mine pressed together, connected by our lips, our tongues
hugging each other, my hands on his back sliding down to his perfect
round globes...! I jerked up in my bed as my body was overwhelmed with
the most powerful orgasm of my life. My legs tightened and my cock
spasmed in a blinding climax that nearly made me pass out. I felt the
cum spray my chest and up around my neck, my body too stiff and helpless
to stop it, while the head got extremely sensitive in my hands. I laid
back in a huff, and let my brething return to normal before getting up
to clean myself off. That was intense.
I continued to do work for Mrs. Handler for the rest of the winter, and
the spring. Anything that would allow me to go into her house and see
that picture on her wall. Anything that would allow me to spend time
with the boy of my dreams, the object of my every masturbation fantasy.
I would even kiss it while her back was turned, getting hard every time.
It seemed relly silly at first, but after a while, having a love affair
with a photograph seemed like the most natural thing in the world, and
everyday I would imagine what it would be like to actually meet him in
the flesh. Sigh...if only.
It was an early Saturday morning, I had overslept and missed all the
Saturday morning cartoons, but who cared, they suck nowadays anyway. I
rolled over in bed and got up groggily shuffling to the bathroom to
relieve myself. When I passed by the window though, I noticed a sound
coming from next door, laughter, but certainly not Mrs. Handler's. I
guess curiosity got the best of me and I walked over to see what was
going on. I saw a man out in Mrs. Handler's driveway, giving her a big
hug, and then...stepping out of the passenger side of the car was a
younger boy, about my age, cute, gorgeous, sexy. And as soon as he said
the words, "Hey Grams!" My heart jumped up into my throat and refused to
go back down. Omigod! It was him! It was him, it was him, it was him! Oh
wow! His voice was even more awesome than I could ever imagine it! His
face, his body...omigod he was here! He was like, right there, in front
of me! Am I dreaming again, no way, this was real! Oh wow! What was his
name again? What was MY name again? What am I waiting for? I've got to
get down there!
I had never been so nervous before in all my life. It was like being
starstruck, as though Arnold Schwarzenegger himself had stepped out of
that car. I had fantasized every single day about this beautiful teen
boy for the whole winter and spring and half the summer, and now he was
here! I bolted to the bathroom and brushed my teeth madly. I took the
quickest shower in history and put on what I thought were the sexiest
clothes in my closet, including my lucky red shirt, and I ran downstairs
top speed. What would I say to him? How do I meet him? Maybe I could get
Mrs. Handler to introduce us. That's what I'll do, she would set me up,
it was that easy. I don't want to make it look like I came out just to
see him, so I'll have to be sneaky. I'll just say that I was on my way
to the store, and then...I'll just...keep walking. Well, THAT'S not a
very good plan. Oh the hell with it, I'll just go out there before I
miss my chance.
My hands were shaking as I opened the front door, and I took a deep
breath before daring to step outside. I heard Mrs. Handler and the other
guy talking while Jared was diggin through the trunk of the car, pulling
out a rather large suitcase. Cool! Large suitcases mean an extended
stay. I walked by, trying to set my pace, not too fast, not too slow. I
didn't want this to look rehearsed. Just be natural, he'll notice you,
he has to. As I got closer to the drive way, I could hear Jared
shuffling in the trunk, he was reaching way inside, and I could see a
hint of the shape of his hot round ass as he bent over the back of the
car. My stomach tightened and my mouth went dry, but I just kept
walking. Too late to turn back now. Almost there, okay, here we go.
"Good morning Mrs. Handler!" I shouted, probably louder than even I
expected to. My voice cracked from the anxiety of this being my one
moment of happiness. The chance to come face to face with the boy of my
dreams.
"Good morning Sean." She said, and that was it. Wait! That was it?
That's it? 'Good morning Sean?' No 'hey, want to meet my family?' No
'want to come in and stare at my teenage grandson?' Come on Mrs.
Handler, I'm dying here.
"Well...bye." I said, my feet never once slowing down. I walked by the
car, right past him! He was still digging around inside and I couldn't
see his face, but I kept walking anyway, to scared to stop and say
anything. I passed him by and walked to the end of the block, cursing
myself every step of the way. I didn't even get to meet him, or see his
face up close for that matter. I know, I'll just walk around the block
and come back. If it took four hundred laps around this block and
wearing a hole in my shoes, I was going to say hello to Jared.
As I made my second pass by the house, I noticed that Jared was gone,
probably inside now. I sighed to myself and figured that I might as well
go back inside and sulk for a while. That's when I heard Mrs. Handler
call my name through the window. "Sean, come here, there's someone I
want you to meet." YESSSS!
I tried not to look to anxious, but oh how my heart was pounding. This
was it, the first encounter with the greatest, most gorgeous boy on the
earth. What would I say? What would he say? Then what would I say after
he says what he said? It was a wonderful feeling of confusion that
caused my blood to pump madly through my veins, I only hope I could keep
my boner from sticking out. As soon as I got to the screen door she
invited me in and introduced me to Jared's dad, then I saw Jared come in
from out of the kitchen. Oh wow...he was sooo cute. 
"Sean, this is Jared. Jared, Sean lives next door. Maybe you two can
play together while you're in town." She said. I was certainly hoping
so.
Jared walked over and held out a shaky hand, his ice blue eyes meeting
mine for only a second before turning towards the floor. I shook his
hand, and his grip was so gentle, so timid...Jared was extremely shy and
it was turning me on more than anything that I could have dreamed. He
was smiling a little with his mouth closed, his eyes always darting
around the room, never meeting mine for more than a second. He hadn't
even spoken to me yet and he was already blushing, God it was so cute. I
said hello, and he smiled at me fully for the first time. Oh wow...he
had a mouth full of braces that gleamed and shined with teenage
splendor. "Um....hey....Sean."
He looked back down to the floor and his soft dark brown hair flopped
over his eyes a little as he let go of my hand. He was really kind of
soft spoken, and his voice had a high pitch with a slightly grainy rasp
to it. Jared was just so beautiful, so bashful and cool, I nearly lost
it and kissed him right there in front of everybody. My heart wouldn't
stop pounding, I was sure everyone could see my body shaking with every
beat. There was an uncomfortable silence for a second before Mrs.
Handler said, "Why don't you two go outside and hit the park?" At this
point we were both blushing a little bit, and it was a bit nerve
wracking to know that the 'adults' might notice something was up. So I
jumped at the chance to get out of that house, and to be able to take
Jared with me was more than I could have hoped for. 
We walked around the neighborhood for a while, neither one of us saying
much of anything. He was really quiet, I never really pictured him as
being so shy. It was great, it just made him so damn attractve to me.
Every question that I asked him, he answered with either just a yes or a
no. It was so cool, walking and talking with my virtual boyfriend of the
last 4 or 5 months. His eyes were just so awesome, and since he never
locked eyes with me for more than a second or two at a time, it was
almost a game trying to follow them, wondering when I'd see them head on
again. I knew that I had a crush before, but now I that we were actually
talking and walking together, I knew that I was totally in love with
this kid. I had never felt this way around anybody before in my life. He
just thrilled me by being by my side, by speaking in that erotic tone of
voice, by occassionally brushing those chestnut colored locks of hair
out of his eyes every now and then, making me shiver with delight. I
hoped he would never leave.
After walking to the park and seeing all the other kids around, I kind
of felt a little disappointed. The two of us had our own little thing
going and Jared was just starting to open up a little, but I knew that
as soon as we got around the other boys, the jocks and the shredders,
witheir 'hey dudes' and 'rock ons' and soon Jared would be talking to
them and find friends with a lot more to offer than I could. It was
selfish, but I kind of wanted him all to myself while he was here.
That's why it really surprised me when he looked at me and said, "You
know, I don't really want to go to the park."
"Really, me either. Want to just walk around some more?"
Yeah...that...that would be cool." he said timidly. There was a pause
and I looked him in the eye, which he held the contact a little longer
this time. Then he started to smile, and before it could break out all
the way, he turned his head to hide his braces from me. He was sooooo
cute. Seeing him do that almost brought me to an orgasm in the middle of
the street. We basically made a circle around the park and walked back
to my house. The conversation was picking up now, and Jared was actually
a pretty cool kid. Still extremely shy, but cool once you got him to
open up a little. Every time he started to smile, he would fling his
head away from me, his hair falling back into his eyes. He had such a
beautiful smile, braces and all. His skin looked so creamy and white
with the sexiest of tans. And his eyes almost looked crystal clear,
shining with a youthful innocence that looked like something right out of
Disney. And, in my mind at least, he was my boyfriend.
We got back and instead of going back to his grandmother's place, I
invited him to my house. I showed him my room and all the movie posters
I had collected over the years. He seemed to really like my little
hovel, which was strange for me, because every other boy I had ever met
was so into girls or rock bands or sports or cars, that they never
really thought my interests were all that spectacular. But as Jared
looked around the room, he kept finding new things that he was in awe
over. He kept saying, "Wow, where'd you get this one!" and "I've never
seen this one before." I was so happy that someone actually appreciated
a good movie poster like I did. I could have turned on the video game
system, or the tv, or just grabbed a frisbee to toss around outside,
that's what I usually do when friends come over. But there was something
different about Jared, I didn't need an 'activity' to entertain him, we
were happy just sitting there talking. And for a while, I had even
forgotten that he was sitting on my bed where I shared many fantasies
about the two of us embraced in a passionate kiss. We must have talked
nonstop for a good two hours about his school and mine, about movies,
about tv shows, about the difference between Florida and Chicago, about
the difference between orange juice and Sunny Delight...just randomly
wandering from topic to topic, without more than a second's pause
between them. He had only been in my life for half a day, and he was
already my best friend in the world. That's when the love hit me the
hardest. I looked over at him nonchalantly, not really expecting to see
it, and POW! Without warning, love hit me dead center and I fell into a
dreamy haze that took control of my body and refused to let go. My heart
raced uncontrollably and the butterflies in my stomach went wild. I felt
like I just HAD to touch him, to kiss him, to hold him in my arms and
tell him how much I cared for him, how much I longed to meet him and
make all of my dreams come true. I don't know what it was, but I
literally had hold on to the chair to keep myself away from him. My
whole body felt warm and awkward, just aching to be closer to him. And
soon I couldn't fight it anymore, my senses wouldn't let me. I knew it
would be a mistake to make a move on him or anything, but I just needed
to be a little closer, that's all. I needed to touch him, I needed to
sit next to him and hear his voice in my ear. God, I was so in love it
hurt.
I moved over to the bed and sat next to him, my whole body shaking with
fear, and I listened to him talk, his voice causing tingling sensations
to roll up and down my spine. I moved a little closer, just so I could
hear him a little better, yeah...that's why I did it. And he suddenly
stopped talking and looked at me, I guess he didn't realize that I was
so close. Hell, I didn't realize that I was so close, and if you ask me
I still wasn't close enough. His gaze met mine and he stopped in mid
sentence, his eyes sparkling like diamonds. He immediately started to
blush again, and a huge bashful smile broke out on his face, and as to
be expected, he turned away from me so I couldn't see the metallic shine
of his braces. I leaned in and said, "Why do you always hide your face
from me when you smile?"
He grinned, turning bright red, and softly said, "I don't know. I just
do."
God he was getting me so hot. He kept looking towards the floor, his
smile just barely visible from his profile, his hair sliding over his
forehead in waves of brown splendor. I couldn't believe that I was
sitting in the same room with my number one fantasy, making him blush,
his shy smile hidden from my view. "C'mon, let me see it."
"Why?"
"Because. Just let me see."
"Geez, it's not that big a deal." He said. But I could tell he was
breaking.
"Pleeeeaaase?" I whined. Jared took a deep breath and looked up at the
ceiling for a second before finally turning to me. Then, he looked me
dead in the eye and playfully smiled as wide as he could, leaning
forward to make sure I saw it clearly. Jared's smile was so beautiful,
so incredible, it made my heart weak. I could hardly breathe, and seeing
his cheeks glowing with that rosey tinge made me hard as a rock. 
"Happy now?" He said, then turned his eyes back to the floor, looking up
at me from time to time just to giggle happily. I felt so helpless
against my emotions at this point, and it made my every move feel clumsy
and awkward. I patted him on the back and said, "That wasn't so bad was
it?" I finally got a chance to touch his soft warm body, and his skin
melted in between my fingers. He just giggled again and lightly punched
me in the shoulder. I touched him again by pushing him back, and we
traded blows for a while. I felt my face get hot and flushed and I
realized just how horny I was at that point. I moved back a little
before I gave myself away, that's when I noticed the look on Jared's
face. He looked partially scared, partially disappointed. 
"I'm...I'm sorry. Look, my grams is gonna be looking for me, I've gotta
go." He seemed so nervous, I hope he didn't take my little defense as a
brush off. I could literally see him going back into his shell and he
got up to leave. 
"Jared...dude, you don't have to leave."
"Yeah...I do. Sorry Sean."
"Well...wait.." I said, trying desperately to keep him in the house. He
was in a hurry to go and I didn't want our time together to end so soon,
and certainly not this way. "Can I...you wanna do something tomorrow?"
He didn't look at me, his back was turned and it almost looked like he
was ready to cry. "We'll see."
"Did I do something wrong?"
"No...it's me. I guess...I'll see you tomorrow." I figured that was
better than nothing and let him go. It wasn't like I could kidnap him
and force him to stay, but oh how I wish he would have. He went home,
and I spent another sleepless night in my bed. But this time it wasn't
because of some mental fantasy or twisted sexual image, this was
different. It was like this weird anxiety that jittered inside of me. It
was like that feeling you get in your stomach on report card day, but a
thousand times better. I couldn't stop thinking about him, couldn't stop
hearing his voice roll through my mind, couldn't wait to see him again.
At one point I even got up and walked over to the window, looking into
the dark house, hoping to just catch a glimpse of him in the darkness.
Was I being psycho or what. I plopped back down in my bed and smiled
until I was finally too tired to stay up any longer. It was wonderful.
The next day I went next door to get Jared and we spent the day walking
around the neighborhood again. I showed him my old school, my old hang
outs, I even showed him the place where I flipped my bike over and had
to get stitches. But he was acting weird that day, he was hardly saying
anything at all now, and he wasn't making eye contact at all. I was
starting to think he didn't even want to be there. We finally got back
to my house and I asked him to come on into my room, but he seemed to
scared to want to go in there. He even asked me if 'I was sure' if I
wanted him to come in. He was acting so strange, but as long as he was
there with me, I was happy. We sat on the bed, but he shied away from me
this time, and when I touched his shoulder, he jerked away from me a
bit. I think I knew what it was...and it hurt me beyond belief. He
must've known about me. He probably figured out that I was a homo and
didn't want me to touch him, didn't want me getting the wrong idea. He
probably just wanted to get away from me before I tried to grab his ass
or something. It hurt, and I just wanted to curl up and die at the
thought of this whole relationship being all in my head. The perfect guy
for me was just a silly dream, an impossible fantasy that was just too
good to be true. I figured that this was the end of it all. My whole
little affair, my passionate romance that had been plaguing my mind for
the last few months, was over in the blink of an eye. So I decided it
would be best to just leave him alone and try to contain my bleeding
heart from overflowig with love. I was being so stupid, falling in love
with a picture. What the hell was I thinking?
I decided to just lay back and wait for him to come up with an excuse to
leave, but instead, he scooted closer to me. Then, for the first time
since I'd met him, he looked me directly in the eye and didn't turn
away. He was trembling and his breath was short. He looked almost
naseous. He put his hand on my leg and spoke so softly that it was hard
to hear him. "Sean, if I tell you something, will you keep it a secret."
"Sure."
"No, I mean it. Please? Promise you won't laugh at me or tease me." He
said, his icy gaze making me weak.
"I promise."
Jared looked away and took another deep breath, trying to draw the
strength to go on from the ceiling. Then he flicked the hair out of his
eyes and said, "Did my Gramma tell you that I might be moving in with my
mom across town soon?"
"Yeah, she mentioned it to me once."
"Well...the reason I'm moving is because..things are...bad for me back
home." Bad? What did he mean by bad? I listened closely as he went on.
"The kids in school, they all tease me. They call me names and write
stuff on my locker, sometimes they even push me around. My parents are
afraid that someone might try to...you know, hurt me or something."
I was a little confused here. I mean every kid in the world was subject
to a little teasing here and there, it was hardly a reason to leave
town. "It couldn't have possibly been that bad. What did they do? Tease
you because of your braces or something."
Jared got really quiet for a second and he seemed so terrified, like the
world would end if he opened his mouth one more time. I watched a stray
tear fall from his beautiful eyes, followed by another and another.
"They...they...um..." He couldn't get it out, and I moved over to put an
arm over his shoulder, trying to calm him down enough to hear what he
had to say. "They call me 'fag' and 'queer' and 'homo'...and they laugh
at me wherever I go. They won't even sit next to me on the bus. They
spray paint the word cocksucker on my locker, and they painted my bike
pink while I was in school. And then, one day, this group of big kids
pushed me down the stairs and then they came down and beat the shit out
of me. All because they caught me looking at some guy in the showers."
My heart was breaking. Seeing such a beautiful boy pouring his heart out
like this, brought tears to my eyes too. How could someone hurt somebody
so cute and smart and sensitive. I didn't know whether to be supportive
or just plain angry. How dare they put their hands on my boyfriend.
That's when it hit me. The words 'my boyfriend' came to mind so easily,
so effortlessly out of the blue. I felt him up against me, sobbing
quietly, giving me his heart and soul, and I knew right then and there
that falling out of love with Jared would be absolutely impossible. Just
then, as though he knew what I was thinking, he looked up at me and
whispered, "I'm sorry...but I have to do this, just once." And then he
quickly moved forward and stole a kiss from my lips, catching me by
surprise and filling my heart with joy. He quickly got up and was ready
to go, but he looked back and saw me speechless, unable to stop him.
"Aren't...aren't you gonna yell at me or something?" he said.
Now I was being the shy one, my eyes directed to the floor. I had waited
for this moment for so long, but now that it was here, it had
overwhelmed me and became too much for my teenage mind to handle. Jared
looked a bit confused and walked back towards the bed. I just shook my
head and he sat down next to me. "Sean? Are you okay?"
Anything that I could have possibly said wouldn't have sounded right, it
would have just come out as some kind of senseless babble that just
would have confused us both. So I didn't say anything at all. My
attraction for Jared came upon me with a vengence and when he leaned
forward to look me in the eyes to see if I was alright, there was no
fighting it. I moved forward and stole a kiss from his lips as well,
then looked away from him, my body shivering with fear and confusion. I
was so scared. Maybe he didn't like it. Maybe he did and wants more. Oh
God, please let him say something before I explode! We sat there, not
saying a word for the longest time, then I felt Jared put his chin on my
shoulder and whisper, "Thank you Sean." before kissing me on the cheek.
Then he started to get up to leave again. I guess he thought that I did
it just out of curiosity, maybe even out of pity. But I didn't, I really
didn't. 
The words finally organized themselves in my mind and came out of my
mouth, loud and quick, it even surprised me. "I love you Jared." Jared
stopped at the door and turned around. The second those ice blue eyes
met mine, I had to turn away for fear that my heart would stop. He was
just too cute to take head on like that.
"Really?" He asked, his voice shaky and soft. "Oh...oh wow. I...uh..I
guess...I love you too."
I looked up and we took turns looking away from each other, our faces
plastered with bashful grins as we blushed in unison. Then we stayed
silent, at opposite sides of the room, not exactly sure where to go
after this giant revelation. Then I whispered, "Why don't you close the
door...and...stay a while." It was by far the boldest thing that I've
ever said, but I wasn't in control anymore. My heart had completely
taken over. Jared closed the door and sat next to me on the bed again
closer than before. A boyish smile was on his face, his lips tightly
closed. I smiled back at him, and the second he felt his braces come
into view, he turned away again. His shy little habit took me over the
edge and I leaned in to kiss him softly on the neck. He shuddered a
little, still giggling to himself. So I kissed him again, and again, up
and down the tender skin of his neck, to his cheek, then back to his
neck. I heard him sigh and he closed his eyes, enjoying every single
second of my passionate offering. I kept kissing his neck, not wanting
to push him too fast, but praying so hard that he would get enough
courage to turn his head around and kiss me back. I was so hot, I
coudn't even stop. Finally, I felt Jared's head turn my way slowly, inch
by inch, my angel kisses moving closer to his lips. Then he just closed
his eyes and kissed me lovingly on the lips. It was so...so...soft, and
gentle, so experimental and new...he just...oh wow. His lips were barely
touching mine, his body trembling with excitement. I always wanted to
know what it would be like to kiss someone with braces, now I knew.
There were sparks between us, fireworks, lightning bolts, it was magic.
Our kissing got more intense as he loosened up and got into it, giving
me the confidence to go further. I let my hand move forward and hover
just an inch above his thigh for a moment, afraid to make the slightest
move, then I let it come down. I caressed his tender thigh with my hand,
my head swimming with love, and Jared's kissing got even stronger. I
felt him quickly thrust his hand into my groin and I jumped a little out
of surprise.
"Hehehe...sorry..." He said timidly, his face a deep shade of red, his
shy grin turning me on. He put his hand over his eyes for a second and
then put it over his mouth as he giggled from embarassment.
"It's alright. I want you to touch me Jared." I said, and I gently
pulled his hand away from his mouth, seeing his gorgeous smile, his
hypnotic eyes, his beautiful face and silky white skin, all at once.
Together, in unison, for the first time since he had come into my life.
He was so cute that no photograph could do him justice. I took his hand
and put it back in my lap, letting it rub gently rub my straining member
through my pants. I went back to kissing him and this time I let my
tongue move forward, tasting the inside of his mouth. His rubbing picked
up in rhythm and soon I was rubbing him too. We felt so good together,
so natural and right. It was as if Romeo and Juliet had been
reincarnated into two boys and fate had brought us together once again.
I felt Jared's rubbing getting harder, and stronger, and when the first
moan escaped his mouth, I couldn't fight the frustration any longer. I
broke the kiss and stood up. Jared had this awesome sexual gaze on his
face and he said, "What? What's the matter?"p> Then he saw my undoing my
belt and he moaned in anticipation, undoing his pants as fast as he
could. Then when he was naked from the waist down, his 5 and a half
incher sticking out and pulsing with lust, he laid back on my bed and
spread his legs, beckoning me to be one with him. I stood before him
naked, and crawled on the bed, moving over him on all fours. He couldn't
wait, and reached for me the second I put my knee at the foot of the
bed. As I began to kis him again, his hands pulled me on top of him and
our cocks touched for the first time, grinding into one another and
making us both dizzy. I was so close already, I was hoping this would
last forever, I had never felt so good. I moved my erotic kissing down
to his neck and licked at his soft earlobes. He whimpered in my ear, and
I moved down further, rubbing my face on his shirt, feeling the slight
dip in his tender belly. Then, I kissed the insides of his thighs,
making him squirm underneath me. I decided to not waste another moment,
I was too close to play around. I licked my way up his smooth shaft, and
as soon as I reached the delicious circumsized tip, I took him into my
mouth, my warmth surrounding his sensitive cock. He groaned in that sexy
teen rasp of his and I couldn't help but grind my hips into the bed. I
bobbed up and down slowly on his teen cock, fulfilling my every fantasy
by pleasing the boy of my dreams, the most wonderful guy I had ever
known. I felt his hands run circles around the top of my head, messing
up my hair with his gentle fingertips. He was getting close, I could
taste it. Suddenly he whimpered out again and again in short spurts, and
he pulled his long t-shirt tail over my head. He held me under there as
I continued to motion my lips and tongue around him the best I could. I
could feel my own orgasm coming on fast and I was just hoping that I
could hold out just a little longer. But Jared's timid cries were so
cute, and his gyrating hips and squirming legs were in constant motion,
rubbing his soft thighs against my cheeks as I continued to suck at him
greedily. Then, he pulled the shirt down hard, trapping my head over his
cock, and pushed into my face as he filled my mouth with his delicious
seed. I felt his cock throb and pulse harshly between my lips as the
warm sticky liquid hit the back of my throat. It was way too much for me
to swallow, but I tried my best. Even after he had been drained dry, I
still sucked at it lustfully, teasing his sensitive head with my tongue.
He lightly grabbed me by the cheeks, his hands on either side of my
face, and pulled me up to kiss his sweet lips again. "Thank you, oh God
thank you. I love you. I love you so much." His soft lips were just so
tastey. Then he rolled me over and grabbed a hold of my rock hard cock,
giving it a few strokes with his silky hand before getting ready to go
down on me. I tried, oh man did I try, but it was no use. I saw Jared
moving down to my aching cock, and I had been so close for so long, I
saw Jared's hair fall into his eyes, his back muscles tense as he leaned
forward, his beautiful round globes coming into view as he bent over to
take me into his mouth. And as soon as he was close enough to suck me
off, his ass cheeks opened a little and gave me a view of the pinkest,
tightes pucker I had ever seen in my life.That was all I could take, I
exploded in a furious orgasm that shot all over his face before he even
got it in his mouth. He jerked back and the rest landed on my chest and
stomach. It was more than I had ever cum in my entire life. Jared
laughed at me and wiped his face off on his shirt. We both looked at
each other and started to giggle wildly between kisses. Then we just
laid there for a while, waiting for another chance to try again.
We laid back and stared at the wall, neither one of us saying much.
Jared was quiet as always, but his affection for me was apparent. He
threw an arm across my chest and cuddled close to me, his warm breath
blowing into my neck as he nuzzled there. I couldn't believe that fate
had given me my miracle, my magic moment. It was the greatest day in my
life, and I knew there were better ones to follow. Jared was better than
I could have ever dreamed, and now that we were together we were
inseperable. As we laid there silently, looking into each other's eyes
and kissing softly, I realized that this was one of those loves that
legends were made of, and I'll be damned if it just passes us by.
Silence was all we neededto be happy together. A picture says a thousand
words, but true love says so much more.
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