Date: Thu, 25 Apr 2019 11:02:42 -0400 From: Austyn Layne Subject: Crossing Streams part 9 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ All characters, acts, and places are fictional in this story; any resemblance to those living or dead is purely coincidental. All language, places, ages, substances and items used in this story is meant to give a sense of time and atmosphere, no offense is intended. This is a fictionalized account of youthful sexual/self discovery involving young males. If this type of story is illegal in your area or if you are not of legal age to read this type of story, then I politely ask you to leave this page. Thank You. Please support Nifty to keep these stories coming. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Part 9 will be different from the rest, as it is not written with an all knowing, all seeing (God) narrator. I feel it is best to use this style throughout the rest of the story. I hope you enjoy. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Crossing Streams: God has left the building Author: Austyn Layne I was once again spending the night over Jake's, it was the typical thing, we smoked after school with Trevor and then spent about two hours watching Jake do 'tricks' on his skateboard. I also blew Trevor's sweaty cock in the bathroom for the hell of it. It was fun, I guess? Jake has no idea, even though we fucked around with each other in the tent that one night. I still don't want him to find out. Jake was upstairs, looking through CD-RWs filled with music he burned for his mom, downloaded off of Napster. I really hoped he'd find something good. His mom wasn't going be home till around 2am that would give us time for some serious fun. It really didn't matter, we'd probably just mess around in his bedroom anyway after she hit the hay. Jake finally came down with a handful of disks, I asked him what they were and he said 'wait and see'. I heard him going through the liquor cabinet, it's a shame Brenda doesn't lock that thing. But, whatever. I walked over to him to see what he was looking for, when he pulled out a bottle of green apple schnapps. "Hey dude, you ever tried this?" "No! What's it taste like?" I said. I've never drank any kind of alcohol - ever, but Jake being Jake was once again going to lead me into the 'abyss' of naughty behavior. He got some glasses from the dishwasher and filled them almost to the top. I was hesitant at first, but I took a big sip. It was good, not what I expected. When I looked back over at Jake his glass was half empty. I guess he was used to this kind of 'latch key kid' debauchery. "Like drinking a Jolly Rancher huh?!" Jake said loudly, while licking his red lips, his face already flushed from the alcohol. "Yeah, I guess." It was good alright, damn good. But not as good as the cock I wished was in my mouth at that moment. But seeing his hyperactive behavior at the time, I knew that would 'come' soon enough. I sat down on the sofa and watched some Pop-Up-Videos on VH1, it was playing 'Frozen'. At this point I was starting to feel a bit warm and fuzzy myself, not like the Vicodin buzz at the mall where he me screwed like a whore. This was just pleasant. "Dude, my mom has that CD. 'Candy Perfume Girl' is better than that song I think, hahaha!" Jake laughed out while taking another gulp of schnapps. Jake walked over to the curtains and closed them. I had an idea where this was all headed, when he took off his shirt. He finally got over to the Techwood home theater system and put in a CD-RW labeled 'Brenda's Dance Mix'. "Dude! Switch it to INPUT 3. This ought to be fun! It's a bunch of old cheesy stuff." Jake said crouched down in front of the stereo. I noticed something different about Jake, he was wearing Hanes briefs; I could see the elastic waistband. I wanted nothing more than to slide them off right then and there, but I'd let this little song and dance play out a little longer. I switched it like he asked, he stands up and takes another drink then tops off my glass. At this point I'm a bit light headed and feeling pretty fuckin' good - like Christmas morning. My eyes kept moving up-and-down his body, I felt myself being turned on more with each passing moment. I swear, if you didn't know this guy constantly got stoned, pilfered Brenda's liquor and medicine cabinet you would think this guy was hopped up on Red Bulls 24/7. "Here, I know you'll probably like this song." Jake said pushing play on the big multi-device remote. It was 'Queer' by Garbage. I couldn't believe he was trying to dance to it. But he looked cute doing it. You know Jake, this song is about being odd, not gay. I said as I slid my fingers through his spiky hair then my hands across his chest and back. As we danced with each other playfully. "Whatever Ash." He pushed me on the sofa, then forcefully kissed me. That was something I was not expecting. His kiss tasted like a Jolly Rancher, I explored every delicious inch of his cherry red tongue like it was a piece of candy. We started to take off our clothes, I was scared to death someone was going to walk in at any moment. But he just told me 'to quit being a whiny little bitch'. My hands slid down his warm sticky body, down to his Hanes briefs. My hands caressed the cheeks of his butt while he kissed my neck. This was not typical of Jake I thought to myself...but what the hell, I'd go along with it. "Pull em down." Jake panted out as he grinded against me. I had no idea what got into him. But I liked it. I slid down his briefs exposing his cute apple ass, as he stabbed his tongue into my mouth again. His pecker started to rub against mine as he started to hunch me. His body felt so good against me. I reached down and started stroking our cocks together. He let out a moan as I gazed into his light blue buzzed eyes. "That feels so fuckin' good, keep doing that." Jake panted out, his hot breath entering into my mouth. There was nothing more I wanted to do at that moment then inhale his essence. But in the back of my mind I wondered if he could taste Trevor in my saliva. He abruptly got up and took another drink. He was gorgeous. His hard peaches and cream cock stood straight out as he turned up the volume on the stereo. I leaned over to him and nibbled his beet red ear as I reached between his legs to play with his cock. "Lay down!" Jake commanded. I thought he was going to face fuck me...but he didn't. Instead, he positioned himself over my face and began stroking my cock. That gorgeous ass in my face I couldn't resist it. The nether regions of a male is a beautiful thing, it was all like a buffet I wanted to sample. As sucked him from behind, I couldn't resist fucking my finger into his tight moist hole. He moans out as I suckle the head of his throbbing cock. I pulled my mouth off him for a moment, to bury my face into his butt-crack. His funky aroma entered my nostrils as I licked his moist tangy entrance. "Keep doin' that!" He growled out, as he jerked on my dick and pressed his butt into my face almost smothering me. If this was the way I was going to die, then this would be one hell of a way to go. I ate him out a little more before moving back to deep throating his cock, but not before licking his swollen nuts. I could feel myself about to spurt when track 4 came on 'Sex Dwarf' I found it a bit odd, but it kind of enhanced the mood. I came all over my belly, in a loud grunt. Jake kept stroking it till it was through spurting. He then scoops up the cum and feeds it to me. I admit its a weird thing to taste your own splooge. Jake then puts his cock into my mouth and begins fucking, I know he wants to nut big time. When your getting face fucked it's almost like seeing things from the fuck-hole perspective. The way the crotch moves back-and-forth faster and faster, the warm scent of maleness right in your face, the taste of the sex organ as it gets ready to do 'the lords work' the animal musk wafting from the ass. You truly understand why dogs sniff each other. "Oh fuck here it comes!" Jake grunts out, as he bashed by face ferociously with his nuts slapping on my chin, as his cock swells and starts spewing sticky ropes of sperm down my throat. Jake whimpers then moans out, as he pressed his weight into my face as he emptied inside. My nose buried in his patch of dirty blonde pubes. I caress his butt as his cock twitches then softens in my mouth. I milk out the last drop of cum. "Damn that felt good!" Jake panted out, as he slid his cock from between my swollen lips. We just sat there naked, sweaty and winded, before we both made another drink. I couldn't take in enough of him, I could literally see his heart thumping in his chest. In that moment I studied him like a nude, from the spiky tips of his messed up sweaty hair down to the dirty soles of his feet. I leaned over and licked his pink nipple. He just grinned and playfully pushed me away. We sat and watched TV for awhile, after Jake turned off the stereo. I never believed I'd be watching Seinfeld reruns naked with another guy. But here I was. This truly was Bizarro World. XXXXXX The sun finally set and Jake and I did some Reddi-wip whippits in the computer room, his mom just bought five cans...you'd think she'd learned by now. At this point I was amazed I could still sit upright. But all I could do is watch a buck-naked Jake play Duke Nukem. Every now and then I'd stroke his arm, his back or his rub on his soft cock and balls but nothing was really happening at the moment. Jake gets up and goes to the bathroom, then comes back with some 'Dros' we both take two, then head to Jake's room. He pulls out his notebook and starts doodling out crazy shit like demons and aliens, all surrounded by bad "poetry". I lie next to Jake and feel that warmth I felt before, slipping in-and-out of thoughts and memories. It was like the universe was right outside the window and next to me. As I slid down and started to suck on his toes, I think I finally understood everything in his scratch book. All we are is random thoughts and feelings. When you stop trying to control and order them, it all becomes a bit more clearer. "Dude, you seriously like my feet?" Jake chuckled, as I kissed them gently. I really didn't care, I just felt closer to Jake at this moment. How could I be disgusted by anything connected to him? The chemicals may have helped, but my true desire was always there. The barrier was just removed. "It feels good." Jake said as he went back to doodling. It's a weird thing, taking in a moment. The smell of the rooms paint, the scent of Jake's body, the taste of his feet or the slight electrical hum in the silence that fills the room. XXXXXX Later that night as we slept in the same bed, with only the glow of the black and red lava lamp. I felt up-and-down Jake's body. He woke up and reached his hand under his bed and got a tub of Vaseline, he put some on his finger and rubbed it on my hole. I got on all fours and arched my back, I felt him get behind me. The stinging burn of his cock as it entered me was almost heavenly. We were silent but he did the job. I buried my face in his pillow as he humped into me, I played with myself as he thrust. This wasn't so much 'fucking' more like him quietly using me to masturbate. I could feel the warmth of his body as he lazily screwed me, I loved every moment. I came into my hand; and he knew I did. He groaned as my walls tightened around his pivoting cock. I ate my own cum so I would not make a mess on his sheets, I love the taste of cum anyways. "Oh shit." He quietly whimpered out. His thrust got harder and his body quivered as neared release. I bouced back with each thrust, helping him reach his climax. I could feel him swell and pulse as he nutted inside. The thought of his hot white cum inside me filled me with bliss. His body fell on mine, panting and sweaty. I could feel that same heartbeat thumping on my skin. "Night." Jake whispered as he slid out of me. "And here." I reached over and grabbed one of his dirty socks from his hand. What's this for? I asked. He told me it was to keep in my crack while I slept. So when I leaked out, it would capture his cum. He wanted me to keep it as a kinky memento of him. I did. And when I awoke, I took it and put it in my backpack. The same old stuff in the morning happened as always, Brenda left after bitching at Jake. I said hi, then she left. I was surprised she didn't notice the schnapps missing. "You hungry, want a Pop-Tart?" Jake asked, looking like hell, we both looked like hell I guess? I said 'no', I had a headache. He said he had one too. So for the rest of the morning we just slept on and off the couch after taking some of Brenda's Tylenol 3s. With no particular plans for the rest of the day. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I hope you've enjoyed part 8. Please feel free to give me some feedback. What happens in part 10? Stay tuned. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Please support Nifty to keep these stories coming. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html