Date: Tue, 3 Oct 2000 01:47:25 -0400 From: C. E. Jordan Subject: DENNIS 4 MY DENNIS 4: ALMOST CAUGHT When people were up and around in his apartment Dennis sometimes had an alarming way of getting very--let's say, extraordinarily loving--or horny, to put it plainly. And after awhile, I figured out that the great danger that we may be caught added to his sexual excitement, but it only made me anxious. Finally we had to put a stop to it when we almost got caught in the act. Both his mother and grandmother were home one day when I was in his room playing video games or looking at movies, or something. He started messing with me. I always knew when he wanted to make love --damn, that sounds really weird considering I am refering to a barely thirteen-year-old boy, but what can I say, it's the truth. He came up behind me, put his hands on my shoulders and began rubbing my neck. He slid both hands flat against my skin inside the neck of my t-shirt; then he pushed both slim arms all the way down inside my shirt, first playing with my nipples and then caressing my bare skin. His soft cheek pressed against mine. His breath puffed hot against my ear and he gave a tiny groan. I knew he was excited, and now so was I.... excited and anxious, because I could still hear his folks moving around in the next room. I tried my best to resist him--there's a first time for everything I suppose, but while I sat there *almost* under his spell, he suddenly pulled backward, deliberately tipping my chair over. It fell and I spilled out of it onto the carpeted floor. His grandmother yelled out, "Try to behave yourself Dennis...stop banging on the wall!" A part of the chair had hit the wall on the side which seperated the boy's bedroom from the living room. "Ok..sorry Maa..." He yelled back. The door to the bedroom was ajar. As I tried to get up, Dennis put on a crazy, wild-eyed grin and jumped on me wrestling me back down to the floor. But like many other times his movements quickly softened and things got out of control. I tried to whisper, but instead kinda gasped, "...but your mom...please, D,...at least shut the door..." I tried to rise up intending to close the door myself, but he pinned me down. D removed his soft lips from my neck to utter a husky-voiced, "No...I'll hear if they're coming..." But I was more worried that they'd hear when *we* were cumming. I wasn't exactly reassured, but I was hopelessly lost in my endless need to touch him; to be touched by him, to know he was real; to feel his body pressed against mine; to be loved by this unbelievably passionate boy with the sweet-smelling, just-washed baby skin. I have never before or after, wanted--needed anyone so much. I desired to hold him so tight that he would melt right into my own body and be a part of me forever. Being with him felt like a dream. I was always afraid that I would one day wake up to find myself alone again. I guess even then, I knew it would happen; that I'd eventually end up with a shadow-boy, constructed only of desire and memories. But at that moment, I was aware only of the fire in his eyes as he lay sprawled halfway on top of me. His left arm cradled my neck and his other hand had unzipped me--he was holding my pulsing life in his firm grasp while he stared deeply into my eyes. I was caught--mesmerized: the snake and the snake charmer. The TV murmured in the background as my lips found his. Our tongues tasted each other. And I inhaled his warm biscuity breath. I pulled away and rolled onto him while kissing his cool forehead and each eye-lid, one soft cheek after another, then back to his full lips. D's shirt hung open and my tongue made a moist trail along the path from his neck to his chest. I paused to nibble at his swollen chocolate-brown nipples on the way to his belly button. For the moment, I forgot about his family nearby and descended even lower on his body. He gently urged my head down to the warm swelling outlined in his thin grey sweat pants and I rubbed my face there--back and forth against this evident proof of his desire. D raised his hips and began to slide his pants down. "No...don't", I said trying to regain my senses, "Someone might come in..." "Please...Charles...they're not gonna come in here...I want to..." He whispered urgently. "Okay...okay....but don't take it off..." So, I pulled the elastic waist of his sweat pants and underpants down just below his dick and stroked him. It grew so hard, the golden brown skin of his shaft looked polished. Red, purple and blue light from the TV screen glinted along his five inches of swollen boyhood. I guessed that was its size; it never occured to us to measure. D was slender and delicate looking, but he had big feet, fingers longer than mine, and a large cock for his age. In a few years he'd be over six feet tall. But for now he was still a smooth young boy with no hair down there to speak of. I thought I heard footsteps in the hallway outside the room and glanced toward the door, still ajar. But I was distracted by the avid, totally concentrated look on my boy's beautiful face. And I knew I would do anything at all to please him. Again, I bent my head down to flick the tip of my tongue into the wet slit on the circumsized head. His dick jumped, and D gave a little moan. I took the blushing coral-pink knob into my mouth then slowly sucked the whole thing in. "Oh....yesss....Charles," Dennis breathed, "like that..." Fascinating as it always was to have this strange, velvety soft, yet steel hard object throbbing in my mouth, I was impelled by the urgency of the situation to hurry. I was anxious to bring Dennis off quickly before someone walked in on us. My head fell up and down as D's slim hips moved smoothly, rhythmically, to thrust deeper and deeper, faster and faster until he was poking against the back of my throat. My tongue swirled around the hot young flesh which filled my mouth as if it were made to be there. Dennis laced his fingers into my hair and pulled my head down; at the same time he thrust his cock upward as deep as he could into my mouth. I tried not to choke as my lips sealed tight around the base. D hooked one leg around my body. His butt arced up off the floor and held there stiffly. In my mouth his cock began pulsing rhythmically and I knew he was about to erupt. I sucked even harder, and faster. And Dennis finally gave himself up to the giant orgasmic convulsions that racked his young body. "........ooooh ....aaaah fuck!....Oh Charles.....I'm cumin'....Oh god... OgodOgodOgod...Oh...Oh..uh.....uh,uh,uh......" All these whispery sexy sounds uttered in his light boy's voice was so erotic to me, I was almost ready to cum myself without even being touched. The desperate boy was buried so far into my mouth that whatever he had to give completely bypassed my tongue and shot directly down my throat. In a daze I imagined D's gift inside me being broken down into its constituent protein parts, then into atoms, and molecules; into bits of glowing energy, permanent elements traversing the universe of my own body. In this way he'd become part of me forever. I was startled out of my reverie when D's leg slipped off my shoulder and accidentally banged the damned wall--again! Almost immediately there was a barely heard rattle. The bedroom doorknob! My poor overworked heart almost stopped, but Dennis swiftly dragged his sweatpants up. He threw himself onto me and quickly rolled us over so I was facing toward the wall and away from the door. His mom stuck her head into the room. I never even had time to... put myself away. There would have been nowhere to hide if she had come further into the room. As it was, his mom didn't come all the way in, she just said, "Please try not to hit the wall, it bothers your grandmother...and it's time to stop all that wrestling around, one of you is going to get hurt." Then she quickly withdrew pulling the door shut behind her. We sat on the carpet staring at each other in shock. "Oh *fuck!!*" said Dennis softly. "Do you think...she saw....?" I began. "I...I...don't think...so..." "...never again..." I mumbled. "Huh? *Never*..???" the boy looked stricken. "I mean ...never when your folks are home." I said. He looked relieved, "Oh..." he said. It was much, much, too close a call and cured us of that kind of risky activity...well...at least at his home. But of course there was the time in the empty subway car--at least we thought it was empty--and the time when... .......oh well, that's another story. **********more later************** Copyright C. E. Jordan