Date: Fri, 05 Jul 2002 22:12:36 -0500 From: lrford@hotmail.com Subject: My Steven 5 All the usual disclaimers apply to this story. This is my first attempt to write about this subject matter. Any similarities to person living or dead are not intended. In future chapters, the main Character is really my cousin, but NOTHING has or EVER WILL happen. I would appreciate any feedback, comments, or criticism that, you, as the reader can offer. If you do write to me about this story, please put {Story} in the subject line, and I will try to get back to you. Any flames or generalized stupidity will be ignored. The way I look at it is, if you are that insecure about yourself, or have nothing better to do with your time I really DO NOT CARE. With that said, I hope you enjoy the story, and if not I am sorry. Like I said this is my first attempt. >From the last chapter: Getting out of the water and placing myself on the side of the tub, Jared went directly to my throbbing cock. He gently licked around the head, and I started to moan, he knew how to make me feel like a man. He engulfed the entire shaft to the root and began he ascent back to the head. In slow rythmic motions he was sucking me. I knew I would only last a few strokes, champange always does that to me, but I could go all night with this man. "Jared, I...I'm gon...gonna blow." Just as my load blew, I opened my eyes and looked down and Steven was taking my load. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My Steven Part V "Ohmigod, what the hell just happened," I was thinking to myself. "Had I been dreaming about Jared while Steven was giving me head." How was I ever gonna get out of this. "Steven, what the hell are you doing?" I half yelled. "You reached over and touched me on my cock and told me to give you head." "No I didn't I was dreaming. Oh Steven you can't tell anyone about this, they could send me away for a very long time. Oh shit." "Uncle Ray, who would I tell. I wouldn't do something like that, I love you too much," he now had tears running down his cheeks and was beginning to cry. I reached over to him and gave him a big hug and kissed him on the head. "Monkey, please don't cry. I am not mad at you, I was having a dream and.... it just shouldn't have happened that's all." "I'm sorry, I just thought you......." "Hush, I know it was my fault. I don't want to hurt you either, just you can't tell anyone what happened. Damn, I need a drink, you go on back to sleep." I slipped out of bed and went to the living room and got my bottle of bourbon from behind the bar and poured me a double shot. Downing it in one gulp, I poured me another and it went as quick as the first. I looked at the clock and it was only 11:30, and thought that it would be another long night. Just then the phone rang who the hell would be calling at this time of night, I thought. "Hello." "Mr. Lewis, Ray Lewis?" "Speaking." "This is Nora Ashley, from Lakeside Medical Center." "Yes, what's wrong" "A young woman has been brought in and she is asking for you." "Who....oh shit Pat?" "As a matter of fact......" "I'll be right there." Hanging up the phone I called the woman next door and asked her to please come over and stay with Steven. I woke him up and told him I had to go somewhere quickly and I would be back when I could. That turned out to be a very long night. Pat and John had been out for dinner and had a wreck on the way back to the motel. John had been killed instantly and Pat wasn't fairing good at all. She was not expected to make it when I got there. Her mom was on the way for Detroit and her father could not be reached on the road traveling. When I got there I could not believe the sight I saw. There she was laying there with tubes and wires sticking out of her. The doctors had said there was nothing that could be done. "Patty, I'm here baby." When she saw me she started crying. "Where is my baby, I hope you left him home, I don't want him to see me like this." "Mrs. Finley is with him at my place. What happened honey?" "I don't really know, just please listen to me." Her breaths was getting very laboured and she kept haveing to stop talking and breath. "Ray, I know how much you love my son." I began to get tears in my eyes, "I want you to take good care of him for me." "I will but only till you get better." "Funny...ooooohhhhhh......Ray I am not gonna get better and we both know that." "Patty...." "Listen, take care of him and the store it is all yours now...... oooooohhhhhhh.... it is in the will. And tell my mother I love her." Pat gently squeezed my hand as her mother burst into the room as Pat took her last breath. The next several weeks were hard on Steve and I both. The funeral, the will, Steven starting back to school, cleaning out of the house, which I also got. Aunt Nell stayed for a bit to help get things in order. I worked extra time at the store to help get my mind off the tragedies. I had seen Kevin once in this time and his father had had another heart attack and passed the same night as Pat and John, I guess things really do come in threes. Last night I had dreamt of Jared's and Pat's funerals and awoke this morning in tears and covered in a cold sweat. I got Steven off to school, and then went on to work, eventhough I didn't open for another two hours, I just had to do something to get my mind off of those images in my dreams from last night. I had been there maybe thirty minutes, all wraped up in shit, when Kevin came in and I was so into my work that I did not notice. He walked over to where I was, and scared the shit out of me when, he touched my shoulder, "Hey, doing any better. I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you, I was just concerened." I turned and melted into his arms like a baby just crying my eyes out, it took a moment before I could even speak. "No, but I really don't have a choice. I have a son to raise now." "I know, I was just worried about you and I wanted to let you know what is happening in my life now." "Kevin, I'm sorry. How are you and Timmy doing?" He had come by to let me know that they were moving away. Their mom had sold the house quickly and they were going to Detroit. Yet another loss for me. The rest of the week went by in a haze. After putting another 14 hours in on Sunday, Steven had already eaten when I finally arrived home and I was tired and fell asleep rather quickly. I faintly remember Steven waking me up to tell me goodnite. From the night his mother died nothing else had happened between us, and I could tell in the voice somtime that we were in someway growing apart, or though it seemed to me. "Ray, can we talk for a moment?" I heard the voice of Jared once again. "I would talk to you anytime babe." "Over the past three years I have watched over you and I am very proud of you." "I've done nothing to be proud of. I finished school and work all the time that's all" "Ray, you must get out of the rut you are in and move forward. It is nice that you think about me all the time, but life is for the living, it is time to move ahead." "Jared, please don't leave me." "I will never leave you, as long as you remember me." The next thing I remember is Pat. "Ray, please love my son the way he wants to be loved by you." I awoke with a start at 2:30 AM, and I went to the bedroom where Steven slept. He was lying there taking gentle breaths. I stood there just watching him sleep, he looked like a perfect Angel at rest. I knelt quietly beside his bed, and I could smell his scent, the scent of Heaven. I had wanted this small child for so long. After the dream I had just had told me to make this child into a man. "Steven, wake up, I would like to talk to you." I said rather quietly. With him being a lite sleeper, "Uncle Ray, what time is it?" "About 2:30. Is it alright if we talk?" "Of course it is." He said wiping the sleep from the corners of his beautiful eyes. "Happy Birthday Monkey, I love you." "Thanks, I wish mom could be here." Tears began to well up in his Angelic eyes. "I know baby, but does it help if I am here. You know how much I love you don't you?" I reached out to him and he, like jelly, melted into my chest. I held him while he sobs racked his frail looking body. "Monkey, do you remember the night your mother died, and what happened between us. Well eventhough I was dreaming of someone else, I do love you more for what did for me." "But, I thought......" "Steve, I want you make love to you." I leaned over and placed my mouth over his tiny mouth and kissed him gently. He kissed back and his tongue parted my lips. We became lost in an embrace of total love for one another. Breaking the kiss, "I thought you did not love me anymore, that is why I have seemed distant to you since then, that and all that happened." "Steve, I do want you, as you put it I want to fuck you." "I don't want to be fucked anymore, I want to be made love to." He kissed me with a renewed passion like none I had felt since Jared. I pulled back the covers and got into bed with this precious Angel. I removed his boxers and started kissing from his forehead, and all over his face. Down both of his arms stopping at the pits of each to gently lick. I started down from his neck licking, leaving a trail to both of his dime size nipples. Then I slowly moved to his bellybutton and cleaned it out with my tongue. I moved slowly down the vague line of hair toward his growing boy-hood. I kissed the tip of his cut cock and went quickly to his sack taking both his tiny balls into my mouth and rolling them around with my tongue. This illicited a groan from his tiny mouth. Raising his legs I went for the treasure in his ass. Finding the rosebud of his passion I started tongue fucking him tasting the sweet essence of his soul. He was writhing in pleasure, moaning, and arching his back. I moved back to his mouth and kissed him deeply. "Make love to my Ray, I love you." He said through ragged breaths. "I want you to stick it in me." I went to the bathroom and got some lube, returning to my young lover, and son, I would do as he wished. Getting on top of him we kissed deeper than before as I lubed my hand and moved a finger into his canal of boy-love. Finding his prostrate, and massaging it, he came quickly, but stayed hard. "I need more inside me, fuck me." I inserted another finger then another and loosened him up. I got up on my knees and threw his legs toward his chest, and lubed my throbbing cock. I found the rosebud and gently pushed. The head went in and I stopped from the slight wince on his face. After a moment and a sigh later, I gently pushed about half way in before stopping again to allow him to get used to the intrution. "All of it," was all he said. Then I bottomed out inside my new found lover. After he told me to go for it I started a slow retreat from his ass leaving only the head inside, then decended back to his bowels again. I got up the rythym of making him into a man. Steve came again, shooting all the way up onto his chest without ever touching himself. I leaned over and licked it all up. The taste of him drove me crazy. I knew I would not last much longer, from the taste of my lover, or the tightness of his shoot. My movements became more urgent, and my breaths became more uneven. "I'm gonna cum Steven, I love you" With that the first shot was so powerful I knew he could feel it in his throat. As the waves of my love slowed I lowered myself onto his chest as he came one more time. We fell asleep in each others arms that night. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ten years have passed since that night, and we have only been with each other. Our love for one another grows more with each passing day. I truely hope you have enjoyed my story about Steven. Like I had said in the disclaimer, Steven is a real person and really my cousin. But I would never do anything to him. The real Steven is a wonderful child, and yes his mother is still alive. Steven was hit by a truck when he was six and it did mess up his back, but he is a very active 13 years old to this day. Once again I hope you enjoyed the chapters. God Bless U All