Date: Mon, 18 Dec 2000 18:49:11 -0800 From: Justyn Subject: Reese and Me 2 - Bliss Reese and Me 2 - Bliss (Sequel to Reese and Me) December 18, 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. This story is the sequel to Reese and Me, submitted December the 16th 2000. EMAIL me if you have any comments. mchalejamie@hotmail.com _______________________________________________________________________________ Reese looked down into my eyes, and I looked back up into his. He looked semi-sad, semi-happy. If such a combination was even possible. Even though we'd just been making out for two hours, I wanted to grab him and pull him back down onto the couch with me. "I gotta go," he said, hesitating to grab his coat off the nearby recliner. I could tell that he was hesitant for the same reasons that I wanted him back on the couch with me. "Come on," I pleaded. We were barely halfway through the second movie and he had to go home. It was at times like this that I absolutely hated his eleven thirty curfue. Even though my own was no better. "I was late last night, Jake," Reese said, finally making a move for his coat. "Considering that I live right across the street, my Dad's starting to wonder . . ." "Who cares," I cried desperately. My hard-on felt as though it were about to burst out of my pants. We were just about to take them out and do something with them when Reese noticed the time. "I do," he replied, starting for the stairs to head up to the main floor. "And if you ever want me to be able to come over again, you should too." With that, he began up the staircase. "Wait!" I cried, tearing my body off of the couch and making a run for the stairs to follow. My parents were fast asleep on the second floor, so I thought it would be safe for me to give him a goodnight kiss. Reese didn't like the mooshy stuff, but I was whipped. But hell, at least I could admit it! He loved me too, but he had a different way of showing it. I stood in the foyer watching him lace his shoes. When he was done, he slipped on his coat and bent toward me. I took him by the sides of his face and kissed him passionately. When we were done, he turned to leave. "Goodnight, Jake," he said on his way out. "See you in class," I relpied, closing the heavy wooden door behind him. Making my way back downstairs, I jumped back down into the couch. Without wasting any time, I unbuttoned my pants, slipped my six incher out and starting whacking off. There was just a little too much sexual tension, and Reese hadn't been too much in the mood to have sex. He was confusing at times, but he was just so fucking hot that he could act any way he wanted. It wasn't just his looks though. After two months together, I knew that he had feelings for me. He'd stuck with me through some hard times. A month ago, when my grandparents were killed in a car accident, he was over at all hours of the day. I was really close to my Mom's parents. And when I lost them it hurt, but somehow just having Reese over, soothed the pain. I thought about the first day that I met Reese Pirelli. It's not very often that you meet someone and hit it off right away like he and I had. We had sex the first day that we knew each other! And that night together! Woah! I've never been to heaven, but I can't imagine that it's much better than that. I ended up blowing my load into a bunch of kleenex and eventually just falling asleep on the couch in front of the T.V. The next morning was hot! I stood in the mirror in the master bathroom upstairs, dressing. Considering the scortching temperature, I decided to wear shorts with my t-shirt. I put on my bright orange pair of shorts, and to go with them, my orange and white t-shirt. I spiked my hair and was out of the house and into the Cherokee in seconds. Reese's Mom's Camry was already gone out of the driveway, so I guessed that he was already gone to school. Starting the Cherokee, I buckled up and pulled out into the street. Traffic on my street was, as always, dead. And the ride down to my school was uneventful. I parked the Jeep in the back paking lot and entered the school with my back-pack. The hall was loaded! Even more than usual. My school's got a large population, but it's never quite as bad as it was that day. It was then when I realized that there were basketball tournaments in the gymnasiums that afternoon. Making my way through the traffic, I arrived at my locker just befrore the second warning bell. Period A would be starting soon, and I began to fear that I'd be late. I'd taken a ribbing the day before from my teacher. She said, or screamed, "Jake Moraine! If you're planning on being late again tomorrow, don't even bother coming to class!" I was like, "Fuck you, bitch," under my breath. Sometimes I wish I could just tell them all off. I didn't like a single one of my teachers. I got in the door to my Period A just as the bell was ringing. I fake-smiled on my way past the teacher and had a seat next to Reese at our table in the back. After the announcements were concluded, Mrs. Singer stood up and peered across the room, right at me. "You seem to have trouble getting to class on time, Mr. Moraine," she said. My face turned bright red. I could feel all the eyes in the room on me. I wanted to tell her off, but all I could muster was, "I guess so." "When the bell rings, you are to be in your seat ready to work," she continued. I hate it when a teacher gives you shit in front of the whole class! Not that I felt bad about being a little late for my first class in the morning, but I was terrified of being up in front of other people. That's why I was always conveniently mising from class on the days that we had to present at the front. Class started as usual, and Singer gave us all a new assignment due at the end of next week. Everyone got to work, and there was a lot of chatter in the room. I turned to the stud next to me, "So what's hapenning?" "Nothing, working," he replied dryly. His notebook was open and he was eagerly getting his work done. It was morning, and he was in a mood. I decided I'd try to brighten it like only I could, "So it's Friday, we going out tonight or what?" "Yeah," he replied, "I guess." "There's a dance at the Youth Center," I continued, "Costs like eight bucks at the door, and they're open to everyone. I heard it was going to be packed, with basketball hapenning right now and everything." "Cool," he answered, finally looking up at me from his work. "I'll go." "Great!" I exclaimed. He soon went back to work, and I started on mine, but for a couple of minutes, I couldn't take my eyes off of him. He looked right awesome. But then again, he always did. I'd had a couple of other guys when I was a little younger, (in grade 9) but Reese had to be the cutest guy in the whole school. And there were some hot guys in my school! The school day went by pretty quickly. But it always does on Fridays. Reese and I climbed into our vehicles and headed home. After arriving home, we waved at each other and headed into our houses. I'd spent most of the day with him, as well as the night before, so I didn't bother inviting him over for a bit. We both needed our time away from each other. But, we definitely needed out time together as well. Soon, the evening rolled around, and after eating pizza with my parents, I headed upstairs to my room to get ready for the dance. I picked out my favorite outfit. A big beige sweater with a white horizontal stripe going all the way around it, and big baggy blue jeans. I had my evening shower and got dressed. I sprayed on some collogne and slapped on some deodorant. I decided to do my hair a little different. Just to make sure that Reese would definitely be in the mood tonight after the dance. I applied gel to it, and just messed it right up. I let it set for a couple of minutes and then headed downstairs for the foyer. My Dad was waiting for me there. "Dad I'm going to the Youth Center dance tonight, can I take the Cherokee?" "Sure, just be careful. And make sure that you lock the doors," my Dad replied. He was so cool. I was so happy that my Dad wasn't an ass hole. I had enough of that with my Mom. I was glad that she worked most of the time and I didn't have to put up with her. "Bye Dad," I said on my way out the door. "Bye Jake!" he cried, hoping I'd hear him. Climbing into the Jeep, I started it up and backed out into the road and then right back into Reese's driveway. He was already on his way out the door. Jumping into the passenger's side, he smiled at me. "Hey," he said. Now he was in a good mood! "Hey," I replied, grinning back at him. I proceeded to pull out into the road and take off at thiry five down to the intersection at Grey Street. I turned right, and soon we'd arrived in front of the Youth Center. I parked the red Jeep in the mix of vehicles in the immense parking lot. The cool thing about the Youth Center dances was that it wasn't a bunch of little kids running around. It was mostly people our age. So it was fun. And, a bonus was that they played pretty good music. Reese and I entered the large building and immediately payed our eight bucks. Moving into the dance area, we were astounded by the amount of people present. There was a large grouping of people dancing near the speakers, and another at the tables. Reese and I made our way to the tables area. Having a seat at the nearest clear table, we took in our surroundings. The room was, of course, mainly dark. However, they had set up a bunch of strobe and laser lights above the speakers and sound equipment. This created a neat atmosphere for the dancers. Even though I didn't dance much, Reese did, so he was soon off to cut a rug with some friends from school. In the meantime, Alexander, Clay, Billy, Veronica, and Marisa joined me at my table. More friends soon followed and before long, there was no more room at my table. But, that was alright, 'cause the way I see it, the more that marrier! We all just sat there chilling, with the music blarring in the background. That was what I liked to do at a dance. Sit and chill with a bunch of friends. Every now and then, I'd catch a glimpse of Reese jumping around and head banging on the dance floor. Actually I was looking for him, hoping I'd spot him out there in the mix. I could never get bored of looking at him. He was Reese, and he was mine. Eleven thirty rolled around and Reese returned to the table. At this point it was surrounded by people socializing. I had spent most of the time shooting the shit with Alexander. He wanted me to come over and drink with him after the dance, but I knew more exciting things awaited me at home with Reese. "You almost ready?" Reese asked me, coming right up close to my face so I could hear him. He got so close in fact that I thought the others at the table might think something. I was about to reply that I wanted to stay for a while longer, but then I noticed the look on his face. He was slightly grinning, with an obvious amount of anticipation in his face. Three seperate girls had tried to pick me up that night, and all it took for Reese, was to give me a certain look. I got up and, after we'd said our goodbyes to everyone, Reese and I made our way out to the Cherokee. Soon, we'd arrived at my house. I ran upstairs to make sure that my parents were fast asleep and then, made my way back down to the basement to join Reese. He'd put on some music. A burned Rap mix. When I entered the room, there were no words said. At first, we just stood there and starred at each other. Even though it was quite dark in the room, with the only light coming from the hallway outside, I still got caught up in his eyes. Then, suddenly, we grappled each other, falling back into the nearest couch. Reese tore off my sweater, almost ripping the seams. But, I didn't care very much, considering that I was already into his cargo pants, struglling to get them off. We kissed intermittantly, while we weren't too busy trying to rip each other's clothes off. We were just way too caught up in the moment! There was too much lust and passion there between us. We didn't care about anything else, except each other. I wrestled him onto his back. After pulling off his pants finally, I went down on him, feeling his boner through his sexy silk boxers. He was breathing real hard now. But, he soon lost interest, tossing me onto my back. I smiled as he stradled me. He smiled back, before dipping down so that we could kiss some more. We explored each other's mouths and tongues for a while, but, soon Reese was headed down my chest, kissing and licking his way to my crotch. He tore away my boxers, revealing my hard-as-hell cock. As I ran my fingers through his hair, he ran his tongue along the length of my dick. And then finally, he took the entire thing into his mouth. He sucked and sucked, getting faster and faster with every passing minute. I couldn't hold my load any longer. I shot into his eager mouth. He swallowed my cum, and brought his face up to my level. I wasn't done yet, and neither was Reese. I grabbed him and threw him down onto his back. I removed his boxers, and immediately began sucking his long uncut dick. It was so sweet! I kept him on the edge for a half hour. I'd bring him to the brink of blowing his load and then stop to kiss and lick the length of his cock. Then, I'd take him to the brink again. And then again. When I decided to let him blow it, I started sucking furiously. His breathing increaded steadily and he moaned loudly as he shot his hot load into my throat. Reese didn't stop for a second. He gripped my hips and turned me over. I was getting tired, but he seemed to have the energy of a five-year-old. He began by feeling up my ass and crack with his hands and fingers. Then he teased my hole with his knob. Next, he inserted his knob. I couldn't hold it in, I had to cry out. Then, he put in the first four inches of his big dick. He humped me hard, moaning more and more as the minutes passed by. My cock was still rock hard! I was so turned on, that I thought I might be able to fuck all night. Reese finally orgasmed into me, with one final cry that I'm surprised didn't wake up my parents. He relaxed and took out his cock. We cuddled together and soon fell asleep. We ended up making love in the morning as well. Well, what do you think?! How 'bout I go for a trilogy?! Tell me at mchalejamie@hotmail.com