The Barrier
By Wes
Leigh
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Jack felt his heart flutter from Micah's gentle kiss. It was
as if Jack's heart knew what his mind had yet to comprehend ... that there was
more between the two of them than a simple friendship.
Without thinking, Jack leaned forward and kissed Micah back.
Carefully. Cautiously. Prepared to retreat immediately if Micah showed any sign
of anger or distress.
Again, Jack's heart fluttered as he felt Micah's soft mouth against
his own moist lips. Warm. Supple. Velvety smooth. He pulled away and looked
into Micah's eyes. They seemed slightly moist, as if Micah was about to cry
himself.
Jack tilted his head. This was confusing. They were friends,
best friends actually, and yet they'd just kissed. Twice.
His heart was pounding now. He was excited. He was scared. He was baffled.
Micah reached up and cupped Jack's cheek with one hand. His
thumb traced the edge of Jack's jaw and slid over to touch the edge of Jack's
lips. Micah turned his head to one side and leaned in, pressing his mouth on
Jack's. This was no friendly kiss. It was hard and passionate, with Micah's
tongue sliding out and tickling Jack's lips.
Jack responded with a groan and slid his own tongue out to
touch Micah's. Electric tingles surged through them both. Their hands slid
around their backs and pulled them together at last.
In seconds, Jack was hard. His erection brought Micah to
full, aching hardness too, and they ground their hips together as their desire
broke down the final fragile barrier they'd erected
between them.
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Jack placed his cell phone on the table and turned to face
Micah.
Micah's eyes silently asked him how the call had gone.
"They said it would be fine for me to spend the night with
my `friend'. They're planning to make a night of it themselves, probably eat at
a nice restaurant. Maybe go to the movies," Jack explained. "They asked me to
be home before noon tomorrow. Dad wants to clean out the attic."
"I don't want to lie to your parents," Micah said.
"We're not lying," Jack said, smiling nervously. "I'm
spending the night with a ... with a friend." Jack grinned.
Micah held his arms out wide in an offer of a hug.
Jack slid into Micah's arms and turned his head sideways
against Micah's chest, sighing contentedly. "This feels nice. It all feels
nice, so far. And I think I want to do more."
"Such as?" Micah asked.
"Well, whenever I spend the night with a friend, we usually play
games—" Jack paused and slid one hand down to grab the lump in the front of
Micah's pants. He chuckled as he said, "—and
we usually stay up late, talking."
"What should we talk about?" Micah whispered.
Jack tilted his head up and gave Micah a mischievous grin. "Talking
comes after the games. Must keep our priorities in order." Jack squeezed
Micah's cock, sliding his hand along the hard flesh covered, for the moment, by
Micah's trousers. Jack was surprised by his own boldness, but he couldn't help
himself. There was something so right, so comforting, about touching Micah this
way.
Micah softly laughed and slid his hands around to cup Jack's
butt cheeks, one in each hand. He squeezed gently as he bent down and tried to
capture Jack's lip with his teeth. Jack
laughed and dodged Micah's bite, moving his head quickly from side to side. Micah
grabbed Jack in a tight hug, lifted the smaller youth up in his arms, and
carried him into the bathroom, where a tub full of hot water and lavender bubbles
filled the air with fragrant steam.
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Micah stretched out in the tub and pulled Jack's naked body
down on top of his own. They relaxed in a warm embrace as the hot water lapped
against the sides of the tub and washed over them.
Jack sank into Micah's arms, delighting in the way Micah's
hairy chest tickled his nipples. Their cocks jutted side by side, pressed between
their bodies. Jack's legs nestled between Micah's. Their lips touched, teased. Smiling,
they said not a word.
There was no need for conversation. After hours and hours of
chatting on-line, they had come to know each other intimately, both emotionally
and intellectually. Now, in the warmth of scented water and each other arms,
they discovered each other physically as well.
The touch of a lover's eyelashes fluttering against your
cheek.
The subtle taste of mint on a lover's tongue.
The smooth skin of a lover's flank.
The thrill of a lover's body sliding slowly up your own,
offering himself to you, trusting you.
The musky smell of a lover's groin.
The feel of a lover's rippled foreskin peeling away to
expose the soft, spongy glans, oozing precum, throbbing inside your fist,
sliding inside your mouth.
The thrill of a lover's body twisting above you in the
aching wonder of an orgasm.
The bitter flood of a lover's semen across your tongue and
into your throat.
The clasp of a lover's arms around your body, holding you
close as the orgasm fades and only love remains.
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In Micah's bedroom, Jack stood with his legs spread and his
eyes closed, relishing the feel of his cock sliding deep, deep into Micah's
mouth. After cumming once already in the bathtub,
Jack's desire was less intense and he was enjoying
this second blowjob so much more. He placed his hands on each side of Micah's
face and held Micah's head still, slowly taking over the rhythm of his cock
sliding in and out of Micah's throat. Faster. Deeper. Allowing the beast inside
to take over and dominate. Thrusting and smashing his groin against Micah's
lips, holding himself on tip toe, launching his cum into Micah's throat with a
long moan.
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Spread out on Micah's bed on his stomach, Jack gripped the
bedding in clinched fists as Micah pressed his tongue deep into Jack's puckered
hole. Plunging. Twisting. Forcing its way inside and driving Jack wild with
pleasure.
Then a finger joined the tongue, gently pushing inside, deeper.
Touching and prodding until Jack cried out with ecstatic joy.
"Are you sure, Jack?"
"Yes! Micah, please, I want this, too."
A second finger.
A third.
Spreading and thrusting and opening Jack wider, until
finally the teen begged for culmination.
Inch by inch, Micah slid inside. Taking his time. Enjoying
the entry. Giving Jack time to adjust and accept the penetration. Then slowly
stroking in and out, teasing Jack's body, teaching him the joys that only an
experienced lover can bestow.
And when it was finally over for both of
them, they collapsed side by side with fingers intertwined and fell
asleep.
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Waking up in the middle of the night, seeing Micah asleep
next to him, Jack reached down and found Micah's soft cock, slippery and sticky
from their lovemaking. He continued down to Micah's heavy balls, now drooping
to one side. Jack's fingers explored behind the balls, tickling Micah's hairy
taint.
Micah moaned softly and his eyes fluttered open. He smiled
when he saw Jack. His hand slid down to touch Jack's fingers, pulling them
lower still, encouraging them to explore even more. Micah lifted his leg,
granting Jack full access.
Jack found Micah's pucker. It was soft, with only a few
hairs around the edge. He giggled as his finger slid inside, making Micah jump
slightly.
Micah pulled Jack's hand away, causing Jack to frown with
disappointment, but only for a moment. Micah turned on his side, now facing
away from Jack, and reached back to grab Jack's hand and return it to the
sweaty cleft between Micah's cheeks.
Jack understood. His fingers continued their exploration of
Micah's hole, pushing inside and finding it opened easily to his assault. He
scooted forward and pressed the end of his cock against the pucker. The precum
dripping out provided just enough lubrication to push in, breaking through. The
feeling of Micah's butt clamping down on the tip of Jack's dick made him lose
control and begin thrusting desperately up into Micah.
Micah gritted his teeth and bore down, accepting Jack's
frantic thrusts. He placed one hand on Jack's hip and pushed back gently,
teaching Jack how deep, how fast to drive. Jack's wild lunges settled down. Their
bodies found a sensual rhythm. They danced their lover's waltz, then paused with
arched backs as the music of their souls reached a thundering crescendo.
Micah pulled Jack tight against his back.
Jack nuzzled the back of Micah's neck.
They fell asleep, still deeply and intimately joined.
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Micah surprised Jack the next morning with breakfast in bed.
Micah's three American Staffordshires sat in the
floor next to the bed, drooling, grateful to finally be allowed in to see what
the humans were up to. As they ate, they talked about how good the food was,
what the weather would be like, about everything except what they had done the
night before. They had crossed over a line that friends sometimes pass and friendships sometimes never survive, so Micah knew
it was up to him to help Jack accept their new relationship.
"Ask it," Micah whispered.
"Ask what?" Jack asked.
"The question that's been on your mind all the time we've
been eating."
Jack smiled nervously. "Well ... I just wonder why it feels so
right with you when it felt so wrong with everyone else."
Micah sipped his coffee. He thought about Jack's comment and
replied, "I could give you all kinds of cosmic explanations about how it was
meant to be ... but it could be as simple as this: we were friends first and lovers second."
Jack looked up, startled. "Is that what we are now? Lovers?"
Micah held up one hand. "Let's set that question aside for
one second. To me, the important part is that we remain friends. That hasn't
changed for me. Has it changed for you?"
Jack grimaced slightly. "I don't want it to
change, but I worry that it might."
"It often does," Micah admitted, "but in my experience, the
people who struggle to remain friends once they become lovers are the people
who had only a shallow friendship to begin with. Our friendship was well
established and strong, so I think we'll remain friends, now more than ever
before, because of what we've now shared."
"So we're still friends?"
"Yes."
"And also lovers?"
Micah smiled. "That would be up to you, Jack."
Jack picked up the breakfast dishes and scooted off the bed.
As he carried them out of the room, all three dogs trailing behind, hoping for
scraps. Jack glanced over his shoulder and said, "I'll give you my answer
later."
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"What are you doing, Jack?" Micah asked as he returned to the
bedroom after taking his shower, toweling his hair dry.
Jack was sitting at Micah's desk, beautifully naked, his
school laptop opened before him, typing away.
Jack turned to look at Micah and grinned. "Adding a few lines
to a poem I wrote," he explained.
Micah smiled in delight. "I didn't know you wrote poetry."
"I don't. I mean, I never have before. I don't even know if
it's any good."
"What's it called?"
"The Barrier. It's about breaking down whatever keeps
you from falling in love."
"Ah ... so it's a love poem."
"You might say that. But like I said, I don't know how good
it is."
"Would you like me to read it?"
Jack blushed bright red, which made Micah wonder just how
racy the poetry was. Jack turned back to face his laptop, then whispered, "You
can read it. If you really want to."
Micah tossed his towel into the hamper and stood, also
naked, behind Jack. He put his hands gently on Jack's shoulders and leaned in. Jack
scrolled to the top of the document and allowed Micah to read the poem from the
beginning.
The Barrier
Heart
quivering.
Body
shaking.
Frantic
with desire.
Stop me
please.
Keep me
away
From
Love's devouring fire.
Dare I
risk it?
Reach and
touch.
Hand
pulled back in pain.
Sweetest
agony,
Sears my soul
then
Pulls me
back again.
Burn me once.
I
hesitate.
Cloak
myself in night.
Hide away,
Keep away,
Veiled
from your sight.
Not for me
Your
foolish games
My heart
demands much more.
Give me
now
What I
desire,
What my
soul's longing for.
Burn me
twice.
I freeze
in fear,
Such
mistakes I've made.
When will
I learn?
How much
pain by
Longing
heart betrayed?
Stepping
back,
Wondering
now,
Is Love
what I truly need?
When all
along
Far better
good
From
Friendship I've received?
In the
arms
Of my only
Friend,
Seeking
comfort and peace.
Held so
tight,
Rocked and
loved,
Frantic
heart finds ease.
Love no
more,
I tell my
heart.
End this
foolish game.
Not for
me,
This
agony,
That ends
each time the same.
"That was how I ended the poem," Jack explained, pointing at
the screen. "But I've decided there was more to add. Here's the rest ..."
Why so
sad?
My Friend
enquires.
Won't you
tell me now?
I'm done
with Love,
I sob to
him,
I'll do
without somehow.
Though it
hurts,
My Friend
persists,
Love
always finds a way.
Perhaps
so,
But not
for me,
I close my
eyes and say.
My Friend
won't leave.
He holds
me tight.
Whispering
in my ear.
All along,
Don't you
see?
Your Love
was waiting near.
With his fingers poised above the keyboard, Jack waited for
Micah to finish reading. He felt Micah's hands gently squeezing his shoulders. He
heard Micah sigh and sensed Micah shaking slightly ... crying? Jack turned and
saw tears in Micah's eyes. Standing up, Jack pulled himself into Micah's arms.
"Is this the answer to my question?" Micah whispered.
Jack grinned. "It might be. But first, I want to ask you a
question."
"What's that?"
Jack hugged Micah hard and asked, "Hey, best friend, would
you be my boyfriend?"
The end of THE BARRIER
This story is dedicated to all
those lovers with ageless hearts. May your love find a way to break down every
barrier that stands between you and happiness.
With warmest regards,
Weston Leigh