Date: Sat, 16 Dec 2000 14:18:13 -0800 From: Justyn Subject: Reese and Me eese and Me December 16, 2000 Written by Jamie McHale Disclaimer and Warning: The following story contians sexual content of a homosexual nature. It is not intended for those under the legal age. If you are offended by homosexual acts, or it is illegal in your locality to view such material, leave now. Note: This story is the property of the writer, any copying in part or in whole of this document is prohibited. Why? Cause I'll shoot you! JK. By the way, this story is completely fictional and does not involve any real people. EMAIL me if you have any comments. mchalejamie@hotmail.com _______________________________________________________________________________ I remember that it was the hottest day since early July. The sun was furiously beating down on me as I walked through Baker's field behind my sub-division. I was walking home from a sleep-over at my best friend's house. He lived fairly close-by, so I usually skipped the bus and just walked. The new day was turning out so nice that I really didn't mind. Sweating underneath my red ball-cap, I continued on through the huge field. The palm trees in the distance swung lightly in the brief gust of wind which blew by me at high speeds. I looked up to see the sun peering down at me. I smiled and slipped on my silver trimmed shades. My eyes were hurting. Afterall, I'd just gotten my corpse out of bed and was forced out into the devastatingly bright sunlight. But, like I said, today I didn't really mind. 'Cause I was in such a good mood. Not that anything had happened the night before between me and Alexander, but we'd had fun none the less. We'd spent most of the night sitting around drinking beer, and shooting the proverbial shit. You can learn a lot about someone when they're drunk. And the one major thing that I'd learned about Alexander the night before, was that he was definitely straight. He'd spent the entire night talking about the girls from our school, "Saint Michel's." Natalie, Carrie, and Donna were his favorites. I played along and agreed that they were hot and that I'd like to lay them too. While, really the whole time I was just starring at Alexander, wishing I could get into his baggy cargo pants. I didn't usually think about my best friend in that manner, but, like I said, I was drunk. After exiting big Baker's field, and stepping onto the paved residential road which lead to my house, I took off my ball-cap, sick of the wet feeling my sweating had caused. I needed a shower. And that was the first thing I was doing when I got home. I hate the feeling of being not-clean, or unfresh. I like feeling clean and rejuvinated. I usually shower twice a day. Once in the morning when I wake up, and then again before I go out at night. I always had my hair spiked at the front and messy in the back. I accomplished this with either gell or moose. Either way, I liked my hairstyle. I had it cut mildly short with a touch of golden highlights. Walking along, I noticed the sound of a roaring lawnmower up ahead. Scanning the street ahead of me, I could see that the sounds were coming from the yard of the house directly across from mine. There was someone mowing the lawn there. "Someone finally moved in?" I asked myself, increasing my pace a little. Curious as to who was becomming my new neighbors, I began to approach the individual working the lawnmower. Now withing two houses distance, I could see that it was guy. About my age too. He was wearing big baggy green pants. To go with these, he wore a tan green t-shirt which just looked really cool. His hair was done. Straight all the way down until a little lip at the front. I usually didn't like the way it looked on most guys, but this guy was different. Now within one house distance, I got a better look at him as he turned around to make a run down the yard with the lawnmower. He was cutting the grass in neat little strips, just the way I did it. Within four feet of him, I could now see that I'd been suddenly blessed with good luck. This guy was cute! He had black hair, and really tanned skin. He just had one of those baby faces you wanted to smother with kisses. But, he wasn't looking so happy right now. He was staring at me with this intense look on his face. I suddenly realized that I'd been staring. I decided in a split second that I should just walk across the street and into my house without saying a word. I feared that if I did, he'd somehow know that I was already in love with him. So, as hard as it was at that point, I tore my eyes away from him and began to cross the deserted road. Suddenly, I heard the lawnmower shut off. I felt like I should turn around to see if he was still looking at me, but didn't. I wasn't ready to show my whole hand just yet. In fact not only that, but I was terrified that he already suspected that there was more behind the look i'd inadvertently been giving him. "Hey," a voice called from behind me. He had the voice of a god! It was low pitched like he'd not hit puberty yet, even though it was obvious by the way he looked that he was at least my age. 16, and oh, what a sweet age it had been so far! Hot guys everywhere at school, although most of them were straight or untouchable due to popularity crap. I turned around to face him, midway across the street. "Yeah?" was all I could think to say. "You live around here?" he asked. He spoke with such ease, even though he didn't even know me. He seemed so comfortable with me, while I was so terrified that he wouldn't like me that I was practically shaking in my Vans skate shoes! "Yeah," I answered, trying to sound comfortable with him as well. "I actually live right here." I motined to my house just over my right shoulder. "Cool," he replied, sparking a slight smile. I almost died right there. We seemed to just stand there, studying each other for a couple brief seconds. I almost swore that he had the same interests in me that I had in him, but I wasn't ready to jump to conclusions. Suddenly a car came by, it was in the other lane, so I was in no danger of being hit. But my new neighbor seemed to get worried. "You gonna get off the road and come over here for a sec or what?" That wasn't an invitation that I was going to reject. I took a few short steps and I was soon standing not three feet from him on the lawn. He put out his hand for me to shake it. I thought this was kind of odd. Who shakes hands?! But, he was so damned cute that I was willing to shake anything he liked. "I'm Reese," he said, introducing himself finally. We shook hands. "Reese Pirelli." "I'm Jake Moraine." After the handshake was done with, we studied each other for a bit again. Now I could tell that there was something behind those eyes. He was gay, and interested. Sometimes you have to work on them to get them to open up, but with others, you can just tell. "So what school you go to, Jake?" Reese asked after the brief moment of silence. Without taking my eyes away from his, I replied, "Saint Micheal's." Reese's face froze for a second. "Me too," he exclaimed, smiling again. YYYEEESSSSS!!!!!!!!!! I was absolutely beaming by now! Not only does this extremely cute guy live right in front of me, but he'll be attending the same school I do as well. Maybe we'll have some classes together! Me and Reese talked there in his yard for about a half hour. After that it got a little awkward. And plus, I was dying for a shower bigtime. So we left each there, with a promise that I'd call him after dinner that night. He mentioned a sleep-over, but I wasn't sure that my parents were going to let me have two in a row like that. I jumped in the shower as soon as I got upstairs. I had this intense urge to whack off, but felt like I should wait for tonight. At the very least we'd beat off together. And I wanted to save my load. So, I just washed myself and exited the the shower to get dressed. I put on my favorite outfit. Big baggy beige colored cargo pants, with a blue and grey t-shirt. I did my hair, applied some deodorant and I was on my way out. Asking my Dad for the keys to the Cherokee, I slipped on my blue Vans and made my way outside for the red jeep in the driveway. I figured I'd go for a little ride into town and hopefully meet some friends at the Galleria. Then, just as I was getting into the Cherokee, I turned back to Reese's house. I had the urge to bring him along, but then decided just to stick with the plans. I would call him after I'd eaten that evening. The Galleria was alright. I met with a few chicks, and then eventually Alexander and Frankie. This one girl wouldn't leave me alone. Sabrina Malcolm was her name, and Alexander had been trying to set me up with her for weeks. She was interested, and pursuing me. And she was hot! I'm not so gay that I can't appreatiate the beauty of a chick, but sex with girls just isn't as good as it is with other guys. I've had both. And the verdict is in. It's not just the sex either. There are never any problems with other guys. Especially if you both have the same intertests. You always have something to talk about. You always know how to satisfy your partner. And if you're not doing something right, communication is possible! I arrived back at home at around four thirty. I washed my hands and went down to eat at six. My parents were waiting for me at the table. My Dad, a family Doc was tall and muscular. He went regularly to the gym and was a health nut. My Mom was almost the opposite. She was a tad shorter and worked as a fashion designer. She wasn't fat, but wasn't on a diet either. I was glad that I'd inherited my Dad's build. "So what'd you do today, Jake?" my Mom asked, gulping back some white wine. "Went down to the Galleria," I explained, poking at my steak. "You have any plans for tonight?" my Dad chimed in, after being pretty quiet for the ten minutes I'd been sitting there. "Not really," I paused, considering how to ask if Reese could sleepover. "Um, this new kid just moved in across the street in the house that was vacant for a while. And we met today. And I was wondering if, in the spirit of new friendships, he could possibly sleepover tonight." My Mom opened her mouth to say no, but my Dad abruptly cut her off, "Sure." My Mom looked at him cross for a few seconds. I later learned that they were going to a party that night and didn't expect to be back 'till late. I was delighted . . . It was almost nine o'clock when Reese showed up with a few DVD's. He'd taken a short trip down to Blockbusters. I was, again, delighted. They were action movies and by the time we'd gotten halfway through the second one, it was like twelve o'clock. Reese looked awesome. He was seated across from me on the other couch. We were down in my basement. I had a whole setup down there. A set of forest green leather couches and recliners, a big screen TV, and a full computer system over in the far corner. Reese had changed since this morning. He was now wearing the same colors as me, beige and blue. His hair was perfect. His face was perfect. He was perfect! The evening was progressing well. We were barely watching the movies that he brought over. We were too busy talking. That's the best thing. That's when you know that you're really clicking with someone. When you can just sit there and talk all night long. I found out a lot about Reese. He was popular at his school in San Diego, and plays Football, Baseball, and Floor Hockey. "So you play any sports?" Reese asked, starring at me from across the small room. "Yeah, a little," I replied, feeling more and more comfortable with him, "I'm always on the Soccer team, and I play a little Tennis." "Cool," uttered Reese, his eyes still locked on mine. I felt like I was going to melt away that instant. He looked so hot there, laying on my couch. My mouth seemed to open and say things I didn't intend to. "Reese, I think you're the shit." He cracked a huge smile and started to laugh. After I'd realized what I'd said, my face turned bright red. "I think you're alright too, Jake," he said, still looking at me. I could feel my cock rising in my pants. All day long, I'd waited for this moment. Just to be alone in the house with him. "So what do you wanna do?" he suddenly shot out. I felt like saying some thing like, "I thought we were watching movies," but I thought that I knew what he was getting at. "Well," I said, "I'm getting kind of tired, I didn't sleep much last night . . . You wanna go to bed or something?" "Sure," Reese replied. He didn't look tired. I kind of was, but not really. I could have stayed up all night long for this guy. "How do you wanna work this?" I asked. "These couches hidabeds?" he asked, still smiling. "Yep!" I exclaimed happily. This meant that rather than have one guy per couch, he wanted to share a bed with me. I quickly pulled out the hidabed on his couch and ran upstairs to get some blankets. I didn't want to push my luck, so I brought two. We quickly got undressed to our boxers and climbed into bed with the movie still on. I found out just how great his body was. He was tanned from head to toe. He had a great upper torso. I could tell that he didn't work out or anything, but his muscles were tonned and ripped-looking. We talked for a while longer, and soon, the subject was sex. It started with girls, and who was hot at my school. Then, it concentrated on masturbation and whether or not I did it. We talked about it for a while. My cock was at its fullest! Just having his sexy body next to me in the same bed was enough to get me really excited. I had to whack off soon, or I was going to explode! Soon, the conversation died down, and he was quiet for several minutes. He adjusted his position, moving slightly closer to me on the bed. I decided that if anything was going to happen, it had to be initiated by me. Afterall, he was in my house. I made it really obvious that I was pulling my boxers down to knee height. How I built up the courage to do this, I still don't know. I then began lightly stroking my hard-on. Reese started breathing hard, moving closer to me. He said nothing and began stroking his own cock. He moved again. Even though we were under two seperate blankets, we were hip to hip. He whacked harder and faster. In response, I increased my rate of speed as well. At this point I was in heaven. Beating off with other guys has always turned me on. And this guy was hot! The jerking got even faster. Reese was breathing really hard now. I was so turned on, I could have blown my load right then, but, I saved it. This was too good to waste! Suddenly, Reese stopped stroking his cock, and for a minute, I thought that he might have blown his wad. But, to my surprise, he turned to me, putting his hands down on my legs, just below my cock. I stopped whacking to let him touch me, but he quickly motioned for me to keep stroking. My heart was beating a hundred miles per hour, and I could tell his was too. He moved to bring me under his blanket by draping it over me. Without any words, he started feeling my naked body with his hands. His rock-hard cock, which I hadn't yet seen was poking me in the hip. I was loving it. I kept beating my own dick, but wanted nothing but to suck on his. He kept feeling me, rubbing my chest and legs, but never going directly onto my cock. He finally came in closer until he was right up against me, his hot genitals pressing into my right leg. He rested his head on my chest and took my cock into his hand. My hands pushed away, I then used them to caress his ass and lower legs. He began whacking my cut six inch dick while I rubbed his little ass. He were both breathing and sweating pretty hard by the time Reese straddled me. Dry humping me, he sat up for a moment to reveal his erect cock. He was uncut and about seven inches long. It was just as beautiful and sexy as he was. My eager hands fell onto his meat, and I instantly began to beat him off. But, Reese soon lost interest in this. He lowered his body down onto mine again so that we could have our first kiss. It started off as a few little pecks, and soon evolved into a passionate embrace that I'm sure I'll never forget. After he kissed me, he started going lower and lower on my body, kissing and licking the whole way. He then accepted my firm cock into his mouth. Going up and down, Reese sucked me like I'd never been sucked. It felt so good that I just let him do it to me for what seemed like hours. He'd bring me to the brink of cumming and then stop to take my balls into his mouth. Then, he'd continue on my cock. My body was fluttered with pleasure, but I felt like I had to repay the favor. As much as I hated to do so, I pushed his head away from my cock. I took him into a sitting position where we were facing each other. We kissed some more, sucking on each other's necks for a while. Then, I layed him back and straddled him. His hands were all over me, but it was time that I got to do something for him. I lowered my head to his stiff cock and swallowed it into my mouth. With Reese moaning, I continued to suck, kiss and lick until I finally let him ejaculate into my throat. I took his sweet load and swallowed it with pleasure. His body shook in violence as though he was having a seizure. He let out one final moan and then settled back for a moment. I layed beside him, significantly more tired than I'd been a half hour before. We just layed there for a while, starring into each other's eyes. Suddenly, without saying anything, Reese sprung back into action. Aparently he had reserves. Delighted, I smiled and we kissed briefly before he began whacking my cock furiously. He positioned himself as he had before. And he just jerked me off until I soon began to cum. He bent down and sucked on my knob while still whacking with his tanned right hand. I let it out with several thundering shots. My body shuddered with pleasure, and I screamed in enjoyment. I just couldn't hold it back. Finally, Reese fell back onto the bed to relax. He looked back at me and cracked a big smile. I was thinking that what we'd just shared together was probably the best thing that had ever happened to me. Not just 'cause he was right hot, but because what we'd had was passion. Not sex, passion. I cuddled up to him and we held each other until he fell asleep. I soon followed, but possibly the best part of the whole night was watching him sleep there in my arms . . . Wanna hear more, EMAIL me at mchalejamie@hotmail.com!