Date: Fri, 22 Dec 2000 17:55:33 -0800 From: Justyn Subject: Reese and Me 3 - Progression Reese and Me 3 - Progression 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. This story is part of the Reese and Me Series. EMAIL me if you have any comments. mchalejamie@hotmail.com _______________________________________________________________________________ Reese and Me 3 - Progression It was a Saturday morning, and I woke up with my beautiful Reese in my arms. He was breathing heavily, with his nostrils producing a slight weezing sound. It was cute. Everything about him was cute and beautiful, and awesome. I was so happy, and I knew just how lucky I was. This relationship had just dropped right into my lap. This amazing guy just happened to move into the vacant house across the street from me. And he just happened to be gay. I hadn't gotten laid since late Grade 9, and then suddenly this. Although it had been almost two and a half months since Reese and I had gotten together, I was still counting my blessings. He shifted positions, taking in a deep breath all of a sudden. He caught me by surprise, as I was all caught up in my thoughts. His wood was now pressing into the meat of my leg. It was no bother to me though. I reached down and took it into my hands. He made a slight sound as I did so. He moved closer to me. We were now pretty much dick to dick, chest to chest. He suddenly pumped his hips forward, breathing a little harder. He didn't open his eyes, but I figured that he was motioning for me to jerk him off. I gladly accepted the offer, even though there'd been plenty of that the night before. He pumped his hips again. Then came another slight sound from his cute little lips. I gripped his big dick in both hands, and through his plaid boxers, whacked him off. It didn't take long for him to move even closer to me. Never quite opening his mouth or eyes to communicate, he gently began to kiss my neck as I continued to beat his seven inches of dick. Finally, after nearly five minutes, his hands made their way to my cut six incher. As I pumped his cock, he promptly slipped his hands down into my boxers. It wasn't long before he was wildly jacking me off. He found a way to get even closer to me. Leaning in, he layed the side of his face up against mine. Even through all the friction of us both beating each other, I could feel his racing heart. He let out another noise. God, it turned me on! He kissed my neck again, and I returned the favor, leaning in to do so. He whacked me harder. I could tell that he was really into this. He hadn't breathed so hard for weeks. After more than ten minutes of solid beating and kissing, Reese's body suddenly tensed up. I knew that he was about to cum. He didn't motion for me to stop, so I increased my rate of tugging, and he soon blew with full force into his shorts. At that moment, he finally opened his gorgeous eyes. Simultaneously, he stopped whacking me off. I was near orgasm. And I wanted it. We starred eash other down for at least five mintues. Reese seemed to be savouring the moment. Not a word was said. But, the moment was broken by Reese when he suddenly sprung back into action, as he so often did. He tore away our covers and went down on me. What followed was the best blow job he'd ever given me. We lay together when it was all over. The sun was shinng through the curtains barely covering the basement windows above the couches. Reese closed his eyes again. I just held him there in my arms. We'd had sex countless times, but the best part of the whole thing was afterwards, when I got to hold him tight up close to me. I knew that he liked that part too, because sometimes he didn't even feel like having sex, just cuddling until we both fell asleep. And that was alright with me. But, I still liked to fuck. At around one in the afternoon, we finally got up and ate breakfast at his house across the street. He felt like having english muffins, something that my parents didn't buy. The rest of the afternoon went by pretty quickly. For the most part, I spent it alone in my basement, although, Alexander showed up at my house close to supper time. He stood at my door, all decked out in some of his party clothes. Alexander was hot. No wonder I'd been trying to pick him up before I met Reese. He was a little taller than Reese, had dirty blonde hair and cute little dimples. "Hey, Alex," I greeted him, inviting him into my foyer. "Hey," he replied, smiling. "What's going on?" I asked, still surprised that he'd come over. "Not much," I was just walking by and noticed your house sitting here." Something was up. I could tell. I'd only known Alexander for a little over two years, but I could tell that he was different today. "Where you going?" I asked curiously. "I was just out for a little walk," he offered, taking off his jacket. "What you up to?" I decided I'd just let him come in and we'd watch a little T.V. or something. I was still wondering why he was in some of his good clothes. We made our way downstairs and sat in front of the T.V. and later the computer. Looking up some sights on cars and mp3's, we laughed and talked and just shot the shit. It seemed like old times when we used to hang out everyday. It felt good. And Alexander was in the best mood I'd ever seen him in. "Hold on a sec," I said, still sitting at my computer with Alexander, "I gotta just go to the bathroom." I got up and headed for the bathroom. I whipped out my snake and did my thing. I was making my way out of the lavatory and back into the rec room when I saw what Alexander had pulled up on my screen while I was away. It was a gay porn site. I stopped dead in my tracks. I was so shocked and scared that I didn't know what to say or do. All kinds of questions began racing through my mind. Did he pull this site up from my history folder? Is he just looking through this stuff because he's gay too? I was still frozen there when Alexander turned and noticed me. It was then when I saw that it was my history folder. It was still open on the screen. "So, Jake my man. You're a fag." I still couldn't say or do anything. I thought that if I tried to say something it would just come out as a wheeze or something. "I knew it!" he exclaimed, cracking a smile. "You've been spending way too much time with Reese Pirelli to be just friends." I opened my mouth to speak, but I still wasn't too sure what to say. "Look," he said, losing the smile. "I'm sorry." With that, he started for the door behind me. I stopped him, standing in his way. "Alex," I managed to say. "What Jake?" he demanded. "I didn't . . . I mean . . . I mean you weren't supposed to see that shit on my computer." "I know," was his response, trying to sneek by me. I stopped him again. "Please, Alex," I pleaded, "Don't say anything. I'll do anything." "Is that so? Maybe I'll take you up on that!" Then, my old best friend got around me and ran out the door for the stairs. I just stood there and let him leave. Unsure of just what to do at that point, I dropped to the floor right there and began to quiver. I was so scared that I'd be arriving at school on Monday to find that all of my old friends now knew my nasty little secret. I'd be the laughingstock of the entire school. And it wouldn't stop there. I'd be beaten to a bloody pulp by the jocks. Reese! It occured to me that Alexander not only knew about me, but about Reese as well. My sweet Reese would be dragged through the mud just as bad as I would be. Then the tears came. And I ended up laying there in the middle of the floor, crying until nearly eight at night. I pondered my situation, desperately trying to find a solution. After I'd managed to calm myself down, I made my way upstairs to the master bathroom. Pulling off my clothes, I had my evening shower. I still felt so panicky. I had no idea how to go about this situation. What would I tell Reese? It wasn't until I was out of the shower and in the basement watching T.V. when I realized what I should do. I wouldn't tell Reese a thing. Maybe Alexander won't say anything. Maybe he'll take pitty on me and Reese. Or maybe he'll just remember all the good times that we'd had, and spare me the misery of the entire school finding out that I was gay. In any case I knew that if I told Reese he'd likely panic just as I had. He'd be upset with me and my sloppyness. He'd hate me for allowing Alexander to find those files in my History folder. Hell, Reese didn't even like me looking at porn in the first place. He figured that just having each other was good enough. And he was probably right. Reese showed up at my door at around ten o'clock. I was glad that both my parents were away for the weekend, because I needed some time with my man. He was in a good mood. And by the time he came in, I was too. "So what'd you do today?" he asked, having a seat on the couch next to me. "Nothin', actually," I replied, "Just sat in the house all day really." "Oh yeah," he said, "I went down to the Galleria. "No one was there so I ended up just sitting in Music World listening to the samples." He smiled at me, and I thought I'd die. He could still do that to me. I collapsed into his lap. Making a pillow out of his crotch, I layed back and got comfortable. I just wanted to be with him. And, he didn't have any objections. He began ruinning his fingers through my hair (which wasn't gelled.) "You okay, Jake?" he asked me tenderly. He usually wasn't so tender with me so I decided to savour the moment. I definitely was not going to ruin this by telling him about Alexander and his little discovery. I'd just hope that the little shit would keep his mouth shut. A surge of anger ran through my body. If he says anything, I'll kick his ass up and down the street, I swear! "Reese," I began, considering what I was going to say next. "Do you love me?" He was silent for a long minute. I just wanted to go back in time and take back my question. My face got all red, of course. I was sure that I'd wasted his mood, when my question was answered. Turning my face over, he bent and kissed me. We kissed and kissed and kissed, and I could soon feel his rod rising in his pants under my head. He pulled away suddenly, holding his face just an inch away from mine. "Yes, Jake. I love you more than anybody." With that, I grabbed the back of his head with both hands, bringing him back down onto my lips. I lifted my head a little so that we could both comfortably kiss. I shifted my position after about five minutes. Laying on top of him, we made out, frenching and kissing each other's necks for what seemed like an hour. I stradled him, starring down into his deep brown eyes. He smiled, pumping his rock hard cock into my ass. I decided that it was time to take off my clothes. Slowly, still very much savouring every single moment, I removed my sweater. He acted in accordance, taking off his bright red t-shirt. Oh my god I loved him! I thought I'd die if I lost him. And I thought that I'd rather die than lose him as well. I bent back down and kissed him some more. He turned us over so that he was on top of me. We kissed more. My hands were right down on his bulging crotch. As I stroked him through his pants and boxers, he rubbed my nipples and chest. He stopped for a second and brought his body back down on top of mine. "You know Jake," he began, "Just because I don't always say it, it doesn't mean that I don't love you." His words made me feel the best I'd felt in a long time. It was as good as fifty blow jobs put together. I couldn't take it any longer. I had to have him, and now! I pushed him back and jumped on top of him, ripping down his pants and boxers. Revealing his awesome seven incher, I sucked him dry, using every single bit of energy in my reserves. I whacked him off, sucking hard on his knob. I played with his balls, licking and kissing the length of his tool. He loved every second of it, but so did I. I wasn't done after Reese blew his hot load into my mouth. I flipped him around and put him into position. Laying on our sides with him in front of me, I thrusted my hard cock into his tight ass. We moaned and squirmed together. And I pumped him harder and harder until I orgasmed a good one into my man. We fell asleep together on the couch, all soaked in sweat and cum. In the morning, I woke up with a new found hope that whatever Alexander decide to do, Reese and I would survive. Keep the comments coming, at mchalejamie@hotmail.com