Date: Mon, 01 Apr 2002 18:45:55 -0500 From: jaspers Subject: The Boy: Part 1 I've been hanging on to this story for awhile now. I wrote this exactly 15 months ago for a friend of mine who was begging to get a taste of my writing style. I had every intention of keeping it going, but every time I started to write, nothing would come out. So the other day I was feeling the need to write and I spewed out a 2nd part - which I will be posting within the next few days or so. This is somewhat like a prologue, but I'm counting it as part 1. This part is pure fiction that I wrote over a year ago - however, the following parts are going to be based somewhat off of real happenings between two teenagers (ages 16 and 19). Sex will not be a major part of this story, but seeing as how this is based off of a true story, it WILL happen. If sex between two consenting males disgusts you, or reading material of this nature is illegal in your respective city/county/state/country/continent, please leave. Comments are always welcome - It's been a very long time since I've made any of my writings available to the public, so your feedback interests me VERY much. You can send all comments to jaspers@infinitycove.com -- And, so, without further hesitation, may I present to you: The Boy: Chapter 1. jaspers (jaspers@infinitycove.com) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- The time is 12:42am on Saturday, January 5. It's not this year; it's not last year. It just is - time doesn't matter - it just exists. You're laying in bed after an exceptionally long day. You're tired. You're body is sore. You're just laying in bed, waiting for the moment of sleep to come and take you away into the ever-present dreamworld of bliss. It's black as night can be, and a sliver of silvery moonlight makes its presence known through your window. A boy walks into your room. He looks somewhat familiar, but you cannot place where you have seen him before. Could he be from school? He could be, but you're too tired right now to place him exactly. You watch him walk into the middle of your room and stop. He starts looking at you. His eyes are piercing. They don't look at you; they look in you. You stare, and he stares back. He's simply standing there, not doing a thing. You should be scared, you should be wondering how this boy got in to your room. Where did he come from, and why aren't you running away? The time is 12:53am You are not scared. You do not care how he got in to your room. You want to know where he is from, but most of all you want to stay exactly where you are. As your eyes adjust to his presence in the room you can see that he has blonde hair - no, wait. He hair is a darkish blonde - blonde, but just slightly brown. His eyes are still staring right into you. The light of the moon reflects in them and they appear almost supernatural - as if they really are looking right into your soul. You begin to feel self-conscious. You tear your eyes away from his face and notice the rest of his body. He's tall - well over 6 feet tall. Much taller than you. Both his arms and legs look well-defined with muscles and you wonder what he must do to keep them like that. It seems like you've been staring at him for an eternity. He begins walking towards your bed. You begin to get nervous. What should you do? You don't care. You're going to stay right where you are. As he walks towards you, he has a look of sincerity and understanding on his face. His eyes are soft, almost smooth - yet they are so piercing. You can't help but feel like he's looking directly into your mind and heart. You're melting right before him. The time is 1:01am The boy reaches your bed. He puts his hand on your face and brushes your cheek lightly with his thumb. You can't help but feel totally relaxed. You close your eyes and nuzzle up to his touch. He continues rubbing different parts of your face - as if studying every inch of it and putting it to memory. Although you don't see it, he's watching your face with stricken splendor - studying your every look to see how you react to his touches. As deeply as you are under his control, in the same sense, he is under yours. His hand goes away from your face and you quickly open your eyes to make sure you haven't been imagining the whole episode. The boy is standing there; he is still looking at your face; directly into your eyes. The time is 1:06am By now you are sitting up in your bed. He still has not made a sound. He puts a hand on your shoulder; he begins to move behind you. You wonder what he is doing, but you are not going to risk the sweet silence by asking. He sits down in bed behind you and puts a leg on either side of you. He puts his other hand on your other shoulder and lightly begins to move his hands in a rhythmic motion. He begins using a tighter grip on your shoulders and you can't help but give out a moan of pleasure. His hands are like Heaven on your shoulders - bringing pleasure to your exhausted body. He knows how to work out the stress in your body - at the same time releasing all of your emotions through the floodgate. As your shoulders begin to loosen up, he starts moving his hands down your back - slowly - paying a great amount of attention to every single spot on your back. The time is 1:28am With each passing minute you begin feeling more and more like your back is made of nothing but liquid. His palms push in exactly the right places. His fingers roll into exactly the right crevices. You feel so good that you feel like you're going to fall asleep. You feel so good that you have even become aroused by this back massage. After rubbing every spot on your back and getting rid of the stress you had built up during the day he begins rolling his fingers down the valley of your back very lightly. You shudder, goosebumps appear all over your body. He continues. His hands grab the top of your arms; he begins rubbing your biceps. Your arms fall completely limp at your sides. Reducing yourself to a simple object given over to the immense pleasure he is causing you. Pleasure so much that it could hurt. You've never received this kind of attention before. No one has ever been so passionate with so little action. You've melted into his hands, and you feel like your heart has been stolen - and you are completely willing. You don't want him to stop touching you - ever. The time is 1:53am As if reading your mind his hands lift away from your body. You grow immediately scared that he has seen how you feel inside your mind - grown frightened of the intensity. You feel his warm breath on your back. He's breathing down your back. You have grown so aroused that you've begun lightly sweating. He had noticed the moisture. His breath, although warm, feels cold on your back and you shudder again. You feel something moist on your shoulder - what is it? You've grown instantly worried and you look back. He is kissing your body. His eyes open to look into yours - they show nothing but compassion - you instantly melt. His arms wrap around your body and you immediately put your hands over his arms - holding the embrace. The embrace lasts for minutes - feels like seconds - you hope for hours. You turn around in bed and face him. For the first time, you are able to study him up close. You stare in awe. He's nothing special - His face is average - But his eyes are amazing. His eyelashes are so long; his eyes are so deep - they contain so much emotion and feeling you can get lost - you wish you could. The time is 2:13am The boy's hands touch your chest. His fingers outline your pectoral area. They brush against your nipple. Your reach out your hands and touch his body. You feel the muscle that is present - unknowingly you begin to squeeze his body. You start to feel this excitement that you haven't felt before. It's an animal instinct. You want to pounce on this boy and devour him. What's wrong with you? You don't want to move that fast with anyone - why do you feel like you can? Why do you trust this boy so much? You just met him and you feel like giving him your entire life. You look into his face and see the compassion that exists in his eyes - that is why you trust him. You know that he would never hurt you. He would always be there for you. You want to kiss him. You lean towards this boy and you kiss his lips. He kisses you so gently that you barely notice it. He keeps you in tact with gentle kisses. Gradually they get deeper. Gradually they become more passionate and the hunger grows. The boy leans back and you get on top of him. You're very aroused and you feel yourself pushing into his body - he's pushing right back in to your body. His arms go around your body and his hands go down to squeeze your lower back - they slowly move down in to your shorts - massaging the same way he had been your shoulders. You kiss him again. Your tongue ends up in his mouth and you sense a sweet taste that makes you kiss him even deeper. He puts a hand on your chin and gently pushes your face away. He looks at you with his eyes and you stare into them once again. Without any verbal communication you agree to turn over. The boy gets on top of you and he begins rubbing your chest as if it were your back. The time is 3:14am The boy looks straight in to your eyes the entire time he is rubbing your chest and stomach. He lowers his head slowly - still looking in your eyes - then puts his face down and kisses your stomach. He continues giving your stomach little kisses and moving upwards. He reaches your nipple and gives it a longer kiss - including a gentle nibble. As if for the first time, he seems to notice that you are aroused. The boy gets an evil grin on his face and begins to slowly gyrate his lower body against you. You can't help but shudder and moan with pleasure - You can't remember feeling anything like it before - you can't help but think you are in complete Utopia. The time is 3:37am The boy becomes completely still again and stares in to your eyes. He lowers his body on top of you and starts to hug you. You close your eyes - enjoying the hug for all it's worth. You open your eyes. Your room is empty. The time is 12:45am --------------- Chapter 1 of this story is complete. Comments are encouraged and welcomed. Flames will be carefully read and laughed at. Forevermore we'll continue, jaspers (jaspers@infinitycove.com)