Date: Wed, 30 Jul 2003 08:20:59 +0000
From: Mike M <safplover@hotmail.com>
Subject: Revelation Series: Revelation - 5

The usual disclaimers apply!

Well, I'm back!  Any comments, questions, compliments, criticisms,
suggestions, etc. welcome and can be sent to: safplover@hotmail.com  Please
tell me what you think, I don't bite.


Hope

	As our eyes locked onto each other's gaze, I noticed for the first time the
look of desire in Chris' eyes.  It felt like an eternity as he lightly
pressed his lips to mine.  It, however, was quick - he was testing the
waters.  The beating of my heart ran like there was no tomorrow as a burst
of adrenaline permeated through my body, but at the same time I felt my legs
weaken.  The temperature rose to monumental heights and the sensations that
rippled through my body were ones that were foreign to me.  I pulled away a
little, taken aback by these newfound feelings.  As I stood there, trying to
fathom and digest these sensations, Chris brought his body near me.

	"Ah.... Ch-Chris ..." I tried to say, but he just held his finger up to my
lips and then gently guided my face with his hands to plant another kiss.
This kiss was more intense.  His arms found their way around my back and
they were now caressing every inch of it.
At first I was a little hesitant, but then I put my arms around him and
began reciprocating his actions.  He brought one hand up to the back of my
neck and then he gently moved his fingers through my hair, causing electric
currents to run through my body.  His other hand was moving downward until a
couple of his fingers was just on the inside of the waistband of my pants
and rubbed them along to give that effect of anticipation as to what was to
come.

	He finally broke the kiss and looked into my eyes, searching for something.
  Neither one of us spoke a word but the anticipation was high in the air.
He reached out and gently took my hand and locked his fingers with mine as
he led me to his bedroom.

	As we were beside the bed, Chris put his ear on my chest, listening to the
beating of my heart.  He must have sensed the hastened rhythm as he moved
his head away from my chest and looked at me in the eyes with such care and
comfort, and soothingly said, "It's ok, trust me alright?"

	"Chr-Chris, I-I" And once again he put his finger up to my lips and then
pulls me into a tight hug.  He starts kissing me on the neck just below my
right ear while he reaches around to my back and puts his hands under my
shirt and begins to work his hands up my bare back.  I was doing my own
exploring with my slightly shaking hands as the beating of my heart reached
a new level of speed not known to me before.

	As he worked his way around my neck, he stopped to kiss me full on the
lips, with such passion and desire, I almost lost hold of reality.  He
slightly separated his lips and pushed his tongue onto my hesitant lips,
trying to gain entrance into my mouth.  Finally, I parted my lips slightly
and he shot his tongue into mouth and we immediately began to massage each
other's tongue and explore each other's mouth.  After what seemed like a
lifetime of bliss, he pulled away and continued to kiss me on the neck until
he was just under my left ear.

	"Your so hot I can't stand it anymore," Chris breathily whispered into my
ear with that sexy voice of his.

	At this point I began to kiss him on this neck as well.  He broke the tight
hug and ripped my shirt off.  At this point, there was no turning back as we
were now in an animalistic level of lust, desire, and passion.  I rip his
shirt off as well.

	I put my arms on his shoulders looking into his eyes intently as we fell on
the bed with him on top of me.  He began to kiss me on the lips with
unmatched passion as he ran his hand down to my pants and began to rub my
hard cock through the fabric.  I started to squirm, but he held me tight as
he worked his way down my neck onto my chest.  He began to lick and gently
bite one of my nipples, as his hand began to caress and squeeze my other
nipple.  The feeling was so intense, I felt as if I was being struck by
lightning time and time again while I writhed in pleasure.

	With unrivaled dexterity, he had unbuttoned my jeans with just little
effort.  His thumb was rubbing my cock of steel while he unzipped my pants
and the sudden movement down the underside of my cock was too much.  I was
screaming in pleasure, "Aww Chris, Ch-Chris, Oh God AHH!" and my body was
beginning to stiffen.  As my body was about to go into overload he sensed it
and stopped.  He slowly took his hand off of my pants and cock and he slides
back up to my face, gives me a kiss on the cheek, and whispers, "Not yet..."
with a slight giggle to his voice, knowing what kind of agony he was putting
me in.  He then stuck his tongue in my ear and nibbled on my earlobe.  As he
felt my body relax he planted a light kiss on my lips, to which I hungrily
returned.

	He slid back down and resumed his nipple torture.  His other hand made it's
way back down to my hungry-yet-filled cock and lightly began to squeeze and
jerk it through my boxers.  Once again I was getting close, but he refrained
from his nipple torture and moved on to my belly button.  He blew on it and
flicked his tongue to it, sending a shiver throughout my body.

	Straddling my stomach, he leaned over and caressed my stomach and my chest
lovingly, charging electric currents through my body.  He lowered himself
onto my face and kissed me full on the lips.  This was a gentle and loving
kiss, but breathtaking nonetheless.  His tongue glided over my lower lip as
he parted both lips and our tongues met as they entered each other's mouth.
A low moan escaped from both of us as our kiss grew more passionate.

	He finally broke the kiss, pulls away, and smiles his killer smile.  He
moved back down and slips my pants down, with a bit of help from me, and
then reaches back and pulls both of my shoes off.  He hurled one of my shoes
and it hit the stereo causing it to jump to life as the shoe hit the power
button.  The other shoe hit the light switch and plunged the room into
darkness except for the soft glow of the florescent display on the stereo
that softly illuminated both of our bodies.  He smiled, thinking 'What a
lucky hit!'  He then quickly finishes pulling my pants, socks and boxers
shorts off then he quickly takes his own shoes, pants, socks and boxers
shorts off as well.

	In the background the stereo could be heard as the station identification
just finished and the soft sexy voice of the DJ came on and said "This is
Paula Jenkins with you throughout the night rockin' your world and this next
song is dedicated to those who are feeling lost and lonely...   Firehouse
... 'Hold the Dream'" and then the music began to play.

	As Chris lowered himself back down over me he slid his hands on top of my
nipples, taking them in between his thumbs and forefingers and lightly
squeezed and twisted them causing me to moan.  He once again kissed me full
on the lips as our hard cocks pressed against each other.  He lowered
himself down to my hardness and a low moan of ecstasy escaped my mouth as he
gently stroked it on the underside.  He started to lick my nuts and then
took each one of them into his mouth and worked his tongue around each of
them.  He then proceeded to lick the underside of my cock up to the tip of
the head and then licked the piss-slit.  He lowered his mouth around my cock
and slowly moved his tongue around the head.  I placed my hands on the sides
of his head and I started to fuck his mouth.  I was getting real close and
he must have sensed it because he pulled off of my cock and slid back up my
body and started to kiss me as we wrapped our arms around each other.  He
started to kiss my neck just below my ear and said softly, "Hold the Dream,
Mike.  Don't ever let it go." I smiled and nodded.  I felt so overwhelmed at
what Chris had just said to me.  I realized that this was a dream
materializing into reality and he was the one making it happen.

	I caught him off guard as he found himself on his back with me now on top.
After I nibbled on his earlobe for a few seconds I kissed him full on the
lips with as much passion as his kisses earlier.  Our tongues shot past one
another and moved around in each other's mouth.  I broke the kiss and then
slid down his body and attempted to give him his trademark nipple torture,
licking around nipple as my other hand squeezed his other nipple until it
was erect and a low moan emanated from his lips.  I continued to lick then
suck on the nipple for a few more seconds and then moved to the other nipple
to do the same, rewarded yet again by another moan.  I slid down to his
belly button and shot my tongue in the same way he did to me.

	My hand slowly began the descent to his hard member and when I reached it,
I began to stroke it slowly, causing him to shout out in pleasure.  I took
his nuts into my mouth one at a time and rolled them around and then took as
much of his big cock as I could.  He started to fuck my face as I did
earlier to his.  When his body started to tense up I pulled off the same way
he had done to me and then I slid back up to his face and gave him a kiss.
With a smile on his face after the kiss I turned myself around in the '69
position and took his cock back in my mouth and he took mine back in his
mouth as well.  As we worked each other for several minutes, we felt
ourselves reach the point where all of the tension, pleasure, and lust are
released and we started to shoot powerful, endless streams of cum down each
other's throat.

	"Wow that was the most amazing thing ever!"  I suddenly exclaimed.

	"It sure was for me, too!  I never came that hard before!" he confessed.

	We both milked one another of our boy juice and rested for a while as we
wallowed in the relaxing afterglow of our lust.  After a while, I turned
back around and gave him a loving and gentle kiss on the lips as he drifted
off to sleep.

	"I love you Chris."  I laid my head on his shoulder and fell asleep.  I
didn't even know if he heard me.


	The sunlight knocked on my eyelids as its beams bathed the room in golden
luster.  I opened my eyes and was greeted by the sight of a sexy boy next to
me glowing in gold.  I smiled to myself as I remembered the activities of
last night.  The chirping birds sang their songs as beautifully as an opera
diva delivers her arias.  The warmth of the morning sun wrapped our bodies
in a comforting shield.  Today was going to be a warm day in winter.

	The beautiful boy next to me began to stir, but didn't quite wake up.  I
looked at the clock on the nightstand and it read 7:00 am.  School started
at eight.  I decided to wake the sexy body next to me so we could have
enough time for a good breakfast.  I took his soft cock and started to
gently stroke it.  After it was half hard, I took it in my mouth and started
to lick around it and suck it.  As it came to it's full hardness, Chris
finally woke up moaning.

	"Wow, this certainly beats being woken up by an alarm clock!" he said.

	I stopped my sucking and suddenly started to get up.  The look on Chris'
face was priceless!  It looked as though he was about to cry so I quickly
came over to him and hugged him.

	"I want us to have an extended, special breakfast, so we can't be doing
much of anything since school starts at eight," I said, trying to calm him
down and convince him.

	"Ok, but I have to take a shower first.  Why don't you take one with me?"
he asked, rather begging.

	"Ok sure!  I've never showered with anyone before!"  And off we went to the
shower.

	The stream of warm water flowed over our bodies, both lost in deep thought
about what occurred last night.  Chris began to soap up my back and then he
reached around and pulled me close and started to soap up my chest and his
hard cock now rested in between my ass cheeks.  He began to lightly kiss me
on the neck and worked his right hand down to my hard cock while his left
hand lightly glided over my chest as he took one of my nipples in between
his thumb and forefingers and lightly squeezed it until it was hard.  He did
the same to the other as I leaned my head back into his shoulder.  He then
began to soap up my hard cock and then starts to slowly stroke it.  I pushed
back into his hard cock and as he picked up his pace I pushed and grinded my
ass against his hard cock.  He slowed his pace down as he felt my body start
to tense up and he turned me around under the stream of water and washed the
soap off.

	I was treated to another one of his world famous kisses of passion.  When
he broke the kiss he lowered himself down and took me into his mouth.  He
slowly moved his tongue around the head as I let out a soft moan.  He
lowered himself all the way down on my cock and I began to fuck his face as
I held his head and ran my fingers through his hair.  It was over all to
soon as I went over the edge and screamed in the midst of ecstasy and shot
stream after stream of hot cum down his throat.  I began to slide down the
wall of the shower, but he held me in his arms and kissed me on the lips
lightly.

	"That was so ... so intense ... so ... incredible," I managed to croak out
in my afterglow.  Chris smiled and kissed me lightly on the cheek and began
to stand up and turn the shower off.  He was once again taken by surprise as
I pushed my body through his legs, knocking him off balance causing him to
grab for the shower door and I turned my body so his butt was on my chest.
I took him into my mouth and began working on him and he was struggling not
to fall but I had my arms wrapped around his waist with my hands on each
butt cheek guiding him into a humping motion.  He had a look of shear
surprise that soon transformed into a look of pure bliss as he closed his
eyes while trying to stay away from the point of no return.  However, I
quickened my pace on him and it wasn't long before he reached his limit and
his body started thrashing about.  I tried to move the rest of my body
between his legs but it was too late as he began to shoot his load into my
mouth.  He lost his hold of the shower door and fell to the floor on top of
me, causing me to fall on my back hard against the shower floor.  As we both
fell to the floor of the shower I lost hold of his cock and it popped out of
my mouth and a shot of cum landed on the side of my face and another on my
forehead and in my hair.

	Chris leaned up against the wall of the shower while still sitting on my
chest and looked down at my face and started laughing his ass off.  He then
closed his eyes for a few moments and rested as our heart rates dropped and
then he opened his eyes and took his finger and wiped up some of his cum
from my face and tasted it.

	"Oh my god.  That was so awesome!" he said.  He began to stand a little and
I tried to get up but Chris put his hand on my chest and pushed me back down
then leans over and takes his tongue and starts to lick his cum off of my
face.  When he finished his breakfast, he kissed me full on the lips and
shoots his tongue in and I was able to taste some of his cum that remained
in his mouth.  He finally broke the kiss and stood up holding his hand out
for me so I took a hold of his hand and stood back up.

	As Chris saw me reach to my back and rub it a little, Chris said with an
evil smile "Hmm, Um that may be worth a back rub later!" and winks at me.

	"Oh, you better give me more than a back rub!"  I responded commandingly.
We finished washing each other and dried each other off and returned to
Chris's room.

	The room was now bright as the sun has risen higher up the sky and its
light was now stronger and sharper.  I looked at the clock and it read 7:38.
  'Oh man, that little shit tricked me into continuing my little sex wake up
call!  Oh well, the breakfast will have to wait another day!' I thought to
myself.

	"It looks like that breakfast isn't gonna happen now is it?" I said,
feigning anger.

	"Sorry, but I just couldn't help but have more of you," he pleaded.

	"Fine, at least you already had your breakfast," I joked as I winked at
him.

	"Yup!  And it was the best breakfast I've ever had!"

	So we ended up eating those cereal bars and gulping down some orange juice.
  And then we left for school in his car.  The drive was very awkwardly
silent.  We didn't know what to say to each other.  Well, I knew what I
wanted to say.  'Chris, I love you.'  But I couldn't bring myself to say it.
  It looked like he wanted to say something, as well, but it seemed that he
couldn't quite say it.  It seems like the meaning of last night's events
finally sunk in and we didn't know how to talk about it or how to handle it.
  Questions just kept emerging in my head.  Are we boyfriends?  Does he feel
the same way about me?  What are we going to do when his parents get back?
And many more questions came, but I decided I would talk to him about them
later and I should enjoy this bliss for now.  Being in love in a world full
of hate, rejection, and bigotry is not the easiest thing in the world, and
sometimes that love does not even survive.  Why then do they say love
conquers all?

	We finally arrived at school and said we'd meet each other by his car after
school.  We ran to our lockers as quickly as we could and grabbed the things
that we needed and then ran to our classes as we had about only a minute
until the tardy bell rang.  I dodged the glances, the stares, the whispers,
the dirty looks, and the insults as I ran through the halls.  Nothing was
going to get me down today.  I was in love!

	I barely got through my first two classes as my mind was somewhere in a
realm of happiness and love.  I didn't even give notice to Spencer at all.
As it was the first break of the day, I found a bench where I could sit,
relax, and think.  People were staring at me, giving me dirty looks, talking
about me, and verbally insulting me.  But I could have cared less about all
of it.  I looked at the people around me and I suddenly felt sorry for these
people.  Most of them walk on this world trying to be someone else, trying
to hide the true person within.  I was once like these people, but
accidentally, my disguise was shattered and suddenly I was a different
person.  Even under this pain and hardship I was in, at least I didn't have
to pretend anymore; I didn't have to conjure up excuses to be someone else.
I am who I really am.  I've long ago accepted that, it's just that other
people can't seem to accept it.  Why?

	A tapping on my shoulder interrupted the solace of my deep reverie.  I
looked to see who it was.

	"Hey," Jennifer greeted, along with Brian.

	"Hey, what's up?" I asked, surprised that they've suddenly shown up.

	"Um, can we talk to you?" asked Brian hesitantly as if afraid I was going
to bite his head off.

	"Uh, yeah, sure!"

	"We just wanted to let you know that we're sorry for the way we acted
yesterday when we found out.  And we also wanted to tell you that we're ok
with you being gay and all, well, at least me and Brian are," explained
Sarah.  I was overjoyed as I heard those words.  I felt like crying, but I
dared not do it in front of everyone.

	"Yeah dude!  We here for ya, alright?" chimed in Brian.  I just lost it.
My emotions of happiness flowed out of me in the form of tears.  I hugged
both of them at the same time in the tightest hug I've ever given to anyone.

	"Thanks guys for understanding!  You don't know how much this means to me!"
I managed to say through my sobbing.

	The bell rang, signaling the end of the break and the beginning of the
journey to our next classes.  We all said our good-byes and said we'd see
each other at lunch.  On my way to my English class, I felt a renewed sense
of determination, courage, and happiness.  Two of my closest friends came
back.

	The teacher announced at the beginning of class that we had a pop quiz.  Of
course we all grumbled and complained, but our dictatorial teacher wouldn't
have any of it.  We've been studying the mechanics of Shakespearean sonnets
so of course, the quiz was for us to construct a Shakespearean sonnet of our
own, using iambic pentameter, the proper rhyming pattern, and the proper
format.  Even I didn't like quizzes like these.  We had a two hour class
period today because of block schedule so we had plenty of time.  I started
to think of possible topics to write about.  A sudden surge of inspiration
hit me and caused me to start thinking about all of the events from last
night with Chris, to my friends' reconciliation just a few minutes ago.  I
thought that there will always be something good in the most difficult,
heaviest, darkest, most painful situations.  Nothing is too bad to give up
on.  There is always hope.  So I wrote my sonnet on hope.  'This is for all
of those who are lost, hurting, challenged by obstacles, victims of society,
destitute, and desolate,' I thought to myself as I began to write.

	Hope

	Does not a beacon gleam above the clouds,
	Expecting all to reach relentlessly?
	The light that shines below the darkness' shrouds
	Is Leading Hope that guides us ceaselessly.
	The fires of malice are from hell derived;
	In cinders one turns when those flames expel.
	But hope has strength from heaven amplified;
	It raises all to heights none can excel.
	As storms unravel on the bluest skies
	And winds of ruin break serenity,
	Sunlight awaits as darkness surely dies.
	A rainbow forms, an awesome entity.
		A lot of times will hope in weakness be;
	      Dispose it not, for death it will ne'er see.

	I hoped that people would never give up.  Some challenges do cost us our
lives, but we should die trying.  It is better to die trying than to be
pushed deeper into hardship by giving up.  Far too many people just don't
survive through this harsh world, but that should signal a sense of
perseverance for the rest of the people.  And if we all just try and
persevere, we will survive and change this world.

	There was still about ten minutes left until class was finished.  So I just
sat there thinking about nothing in particular.  Then a student aide from
the office brought a paper over to the teacher, which obviously was for me
as the teacher called me up.

	"You're wanted in the office.  Just turn in your sonnet to me.  Take your
stuff with you," Ms. Johnston said to me, uninterested.  So I turned in my
sonnet, packed my stuff, and left.

	What could I have done?  I've never been in the office for getting in
trouble.  Could have been knocking that trash can down and spilling
everything on the floor?  No it can't be, it would be stupid to punish me
for that.  But then again, schools seem to look for any excuse to punish its
students.  I was getting nervous.  The air was thick and cold.  I felt as if
a hard, cold steel had suddenly been able to wrap itself around my body,
constricting me in the confines of its grip.

	When I got to the office, I was shocked to see my mother sitting in the
waiting benches.  She looked up at me.  Her eyes were bloodshot, wary and
full of pain, and yet they were empty, just two spherical figures resting in
hear head.

	"Mom, what are you doing here?" I asked, not knowing what else to say.

	"Come with me," was all she said.  However, her voice was empty,
emotionless, and it seemed as if it had been strained out of her throat.

	In the car, the silence was so thick even the sound of our breathing
couldn't penetrate through it.  It was truly the sound of silence.  It was
also very awkward for me because just last night we had that whole coming
out party and it seemed like nothing had happened for her.  Finally the
silence and waiting was too much for me.

	"What's going on, Mom?"

	No response.

	"Mom, is everything ok? What's wrong?"

	Still silent.

	Finally we arrived at our house and I thought I was going to have a heart
attack.  What the hell is she doing bringing me here?  What if my dad is
home?  I can't do this!

	"Don't worry Mike, your dad isn't here," she said as if she was able to
read my mind.  "And he won't be here anymore," she continued as she started
to cry.  She put her head down on the steering wheel as the tears overflowed
steadily.  "He killed himself, Mike!!!  KILLED HIMSELF WITH A GUN!!!" she
suddenly yelled through her cries.

	"Oh my God!  Mom!!!  Are... what... he...." I just couldn't form anything
from my mouth.  How could he kill himself?  I loved my dad very much and my
love for him didn't diminish even after rejecting me and trying to hurt me
after he found out about me.  I started crying as well.  The world came
tumbling down and suddenly all of the happiness I've been experiencing today
was crushed as the weight imposed itself on us.  I guided my mom out of the
car and into the house.  We sat on the sofa and cried on each other just
letting it all out.  After about ten minutes, we stopped crying and we just
sat there in silence.

	"I'll fix us something to eat and then we can talk about it more, ok?"

	"Ok Mom."

	While she was in the kitchen, I made a phone call to Chris' cell phone.  I
knew they would be in their lunch break so I didn't have to worry about
getting him trouble for interrupting class with a ringing sell phone.

	"Hey Chris, look, I can't meet you by the car after school like we talked
about. ******?  Yeah, I'm ok.  I'll talk about it later alright?  ********!
Ok, you too!  **! Bye!"  And that was the end of our conversation.

	When I came back down to the kitchen, I saw my mom cutting some lettuce and
ham for the sandwiches she was making.

	"It's all your fault," she suddenly said, her voice full of anguish and
malice.

	"What?" I asked, nonplussed at her sudden declaration.

	"It's all your fucking fault!!!  IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT, IT'S ALLYOUR
FAULT!!!!!" she suddenly started to scream out at the top of her lungs.
"It's all your fault.  If you hadn't been gay, your father wouldn't have
killed himself.  He couldn't live with the fact that he had a gay son so he
just killed himself.  Why are you so cruel to us?  We've given you all we
could and this is how you repay us?  Because of you, your father is dead!!!!
  IT'S YOUR FAULT...." And she kept going on and on and on.  I knew she'd
lost her mind.  It has been a psychological trauma for her for the last few
hours and last night.  And her mind has finally given.  She was not well.
But I couldn't listen to her anymore so I stormed out of the house.

	I suddenly found myself in the park where some kids in the distance played
in the slides and swings.  The sun was setting and the air was beginning to
feel cooler.  The soft glow of orange painted the sky as clouds began to
drift in, a sign that winter normality was returning.  I sat down on a bench
made of wood - wood that was once a tree full of life.  It's a wonder how
life can pass by so quickly and yet even when it's over, it's legacies live
on.  I sat there thinking about the death of my father.  I still loved both
of my parents as much as I always have.  If they can't love me, then that's
there loss.  I started to cry softly to myself.  A gentle breeze caressed my
face as if it were a hand trying to dry away my tears.  This sudden
occurrence comforted me and I stopped crying.  At least Mother Nature loves
me no matter what.

	I stood up and then a strong wind collided with my body.  It was as if
nature was telling me to go on and be strong.  I started to go in the
direction of Chris' house.  At least there, I could find comfort, love, and
happiness.  But as I walked on, I remembered that no matter how hard it
gets, there is hope.


To be continued....


	Well, that was a really long break wasn't it?  Well, I finally found the
inspiration to continue writing again.  So what did you think?
	I would like to thank everyone who has encouraged me to continue writing
this story!  And a big, special thank you to Andy for helping me so much
with this chapter and for being such a wonderful friend!!!  *HUGS*  Please
e-mail me for any comments, questions, suggestions, compliments, criticisms,
etc. at: safplover@hotmail.com
	All are welcome to e-mail me and I would love it if you do and I do reply
to every e-mail I get.  Stay tuned! Take care!!!

Later,
Mike