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Steele And Jake Forever
by Johan Johnson (chocol8moonlight@yahoo.com)
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A descriptive-oriented story of two strangers and the
delicate network of circumstances that drew them
together one night, spiraling off into an
uncontrollable fix of love, lust and passion. (MM-
teens, 1st-gay-expr, mast, oral, anal, rom)
***
Ten o'clock at night. Rain-thuds. Windless. Fingers of
mist rolled off the roofs of my neighbourhood houses
which looked like giant ships anchored in a dead calm
sea of darkness. Depression. Hopelessness.
Sensitivity. I'm 18 year old Steele Sanders, and I'm
sitting on the rainy front stairs that lead up to my
suburban home, lonely, still and blank. My black Nike
hoodie drenched, only revealing the lower half of my
face, between droplets, I look down, unmoved, like a
concrete statue, as if waiting for something to come
save me from myself.
"Get a swimming pool," came a boy's voice not too far
in front of me, "On the other hand, an umbrella?"
I didn't look up. I didn't falter. Didn't answer. I
heard his footsteps draw nearer. Felt him sit down on
the step beside me. Felt the sideways splashing of the
rain off him adjacent onto my side.
"What's wrong? Freaky. You've been sitting out here in
the rain all night. Could see you from my window. Emo.
I just had to know. I'm Jake, and I've just moved into
my grandparents' house next door, over there"
Pause
"So this is what old Spanish teens are like without
mobile phones in their pockets," he giggled.
"I'm Steele," I said softly in a voice that sounded
foreign to my own.
Cautiously, I looked up and, out of the blackness of
my hoodie, I saw him for the first time. What an
amazing snapshot. He was dripping wet as he sat there
in the broken streetlight, his straight hair almost
fully plastered over his almond-like eyes. He looked
into mine, as if the slippery strands of hair covering
his eyes were invisible, and I could almost feel our
vision connect. He was no more than 18 years old
himself, and certainly the most beautiful thing I’ve
ever seen in my reality, on paper, or in the history
of creation as I know it.
"Hey Steele..." he said in a cool perfect boy voice,
as he tilted his head a little and half-smiled, almost
all in slow motion, "Have you gotten anything to eat?"
"Nah actually," I said as if talking to myself, "My
parents are out, I'll whip up something later..." my
voice trailed off.
"Wait. Go inside. Take this. Can't risk it gettin’ any
wetter. I'll be right back," he handed me his phone
wrapped tightly in a little blue handkerchief. And
then he was off, running back toward his home in the
sheets of rain. I thought I glimpsed him turn back
once as he ran, and I imagined that half-smile as he
did, before disappearing into the darkness across the
road. I felt so lost, confused, happy and mixed-up in
that moment. And for a split second, I felt as if the
raindrops were falling up up into the night sky, and
away.
I couldn’t help it. I wasn't myself anymore. Once back
inside, I shut the door behind me, leaned back against
it, and slid out Jake's phone from the handkerchief.
Rubbed my fingers over it carefully. It was warm.
Suddenly precious to me. I could feel its power, the
electric surge within. I pressed some buttons and
flipped thru it, searching for anything - pictures?
music? I don’t know. And then I saw it - his internet
browser's search history. My heart raced. It displayed
pages upon pages of gay porn links. I couldn’t tell if
I felt embarrassed, scared, or excited. By now I could
feel my heart thumping in my throat. I put the phone
down on the table. A tiny ticking metal heart. I left
it there. Closed my eyes, and tried to calm down.
A few minutes later Jake returned with a tin of
pancake batter, and wasted no time in taking to our
kitchen, ushering me there eagerly, where we both
cooked and worked like we know each other forever, and
in half an hour or less, we were back outside under
the barbeque dining shelter, enjoying steamy hot
pancakes, butter and syrup. It was a rush, I hardly
had time to think, but I have to admit it was fun, I
was starving, and now we just relaxed, absorbed in our
boy-talk, lost in each other's worlds.
As our voices died down, there was a pause. Then Jake
got up, and turned toward me. Abrupt. Almost weird. He
looked nearly frustrated, confused, hesitant, but
there was also a look of yearning. Then he slowly slid
his right hand thru the hair just above falling onto
my forehead, and tugged at it slightly. I could sense
a playful innocent frustration in his grip. A hint of
desperation. An urge. I felt as if I was watching
myself from the outside, almost out of control, I got
up, stepped closer slowly, reached the back of his
neck, leaned in, and kissed him gently. He held on to
me, almost grinding himself up against me to return
the kiss, and within a few seconds we were wrapped
together kissing wildly, like recently un-caged,
untamed animals, outside in the middle of the night, a
sound of rain still all around us.
We hardly broke our kisses as we both collapsed wildly
together naked into my bed, all our skin against each
other, twisting and crashing rhythmically like two
powerful ocean waves curling within each other,
mixing, falling over, under, within, and breaking on
the shore. I wanted this boy, and I wanted him bad. I
could sense Jake's arousal gushing through him like a
tidal wave.
Finally, I ripped off his soaking wet boxers, and
examined the secrets of his masculinity that lay bare
in front of me. I began kissing and suckling on him
all over. There wasn't an inch of him that I didn't
taste, the base of his throat, the curve of his waist,
to the backs of his knees. The cutest face in the
world was twisted with a look of raw lust. Sections of
his body would tighten and relax as I moved from part
to part. So sensitive. So pure.
Then Jake leaned down and flicked my cock with his
snakey tongue, licking my shaft, drawing circles
around my balls with the tip of it. It was too much. I
pushed forward and shoved my throbbing member inside
his mouth. He took it all 9 inches in, even though he
choked a little, and I could feel his throat muscles
contract and relax around my cock. I sank my hands
into his hair. His lips looked so perfect around my
cock. They were so soft and looked untouched. Unused.
I loved the way they stretched as his head bobbed up
and down on my penis. "Fuck yeah Jake! Suck it like a
lollipop! Mmmmmmm..." Then I pulled out of his mouth
and pinned him to the bed. I kissed his swollen
cocktip which was glistening with perfect round spots
of pre-cum.
Jake moaned loudly, "ohhhhhhhhhh that feels soooooooo
good..." His dick was a work of art. It was so
perfectly curved and slender-looking, with a perfect
tan radiance. So sculptured. As if engineered about
symmetry and performance. I couldn't believe I had my
head between his legs. Couldn’t believe I now knew how
his cock tasted, how he sounded when he groaned in
pleasure. His boner felt so slippery and so incredible
against my tongue. I had to fight the urge to burst
forth and chew on it. After a few more minutes of
blowing Jake, he moved his hand toward his asshole,
fingering it desperately with his little perfect young
finger, "Ahhhhh... Steele, Please fuck me now!
Pleeeeeeeease!"
I lifted Jake's legs off the bed to expose his anus.
He was so light and flexible, delicate but defined. I
rubbed one finger down the centre of his butt,
circling the exposed boy-hole lips, then I plunged a
finger into his glistening moistness. Jake opened his
mouth to speak, when he did, I shoved 3 fingers inside
his cunt. He gasped. Pushing and pushing, I felt the
tightness of his walls enclosing my fingers. Then I
pulled out and placed my own fuck-stick at his
entrance. It felt like a pillow to my prick-head. His
body jerked at the contact. A warm tingly sensation
travelled up him. Then I inserted my entire hard-on
into him, my pre-cum lubed the insertion. His face
twisted and he screamed, AWWW! FUUUCKK! THAT HURTS AH!
FUCK!"
I felt the stretching walls of his inner body. Felt
his butt cheeks slam against my balls. His bubble butt
was firm, proportionate and so kissable. Soon I was
banging it like a drum, bumping and drilling my dick
down Jake's hott love canal. Jake's athletic young
legs were up in the air forming a perfect V-shape at
my sides. With every slam, his long sensuous legs
would tighten, sleek muscular lines would appear along
his sweaty thighs. Soon he wrapped them around my
waist, so I could lean down and chew on his lips and
delicious beating neck as I screwed him
uncontrollably. His whole body shook with each
passionate penetration. He purred in my ear each time
I pulled out, and yelped each time I stabbed inside
him.
I pulled out of Jake to give him some time to breathe.
I then slid my velvety tongue in and out of his
swollen hole. It made his thighs clench together. I
rubbed my cock in his crack, and then along his
spotless legs. I rubbed the high arches of his
seemingly brand new feet around my cock, fucking them
together as my cock slid up against his inner ankles.
I smeared my rod against his, in his belly button, the
valleys of his neck, all over his face, letting a
little pre-cum drip into his flawless ears, then
sliding it thru his swift hair, which was almost as
silky as the inside of his bottom.
I then turned Jake around and fucked him doggy-style.
I held his firm smooth body as I let my cock be
engulfed by his hole. I then pressed his face flat
down on the bed, keeping his butt raised. Ripples of
ecstasy flooded through him with each stretching of
the walls of his body. I then turned him around with
his back on the bed, lifted his legs and rammed into
him again. This time the hardest. I loved the way his
eyes widened and glazed each time I thrust. It was
mind-blowing. Jake arched against me as we rocked
together. The sensation of my fullness rubbing inside
him was like a hot wire against his nerve ends. His
prostate was at the peak of its stimulation. A choked,
"OH MY GOD! COME INSIDE ME! GIVE IT TO ME!" left his
mouth as my jabs accelerated.
"FUCK YEAH, You little bitch. AW AW AWW! WIDER," I
screamed, pushing his thighs apart.
Jake was losing himself with each thrust. "HARDER
STEEELE! FASTER! Aw Aw! AWW ah Ah! AHH UHHHHHHHH! Fuck
me yeah. FUCK ME FOREVER! FUUUCKKK! AAWWW!" Dripping
with sweat and screaming in pain and ecstasy, Jake
looked so hot and gorgeous lying there under me, all
tensed up. His smooth voice. His slim slick boy body.
His pretty eyes flickering and locking. It can't be
described. Crying out my name, his whole body
convulsed into a chain of spasms within and without.
One ended, and then the next began, and the next. His
sexy glowing feet tensed up in my hands as I held them
for support. Jake shot cute little jets of boy-cum.
Clinging to me, he saw stars, and he knew there were
none out tonight.
He was biting his lower lip. Seeing Jake shoot pushed
me over the edge. I pounded him into the bed so hard,
the bed screeched and almost collapsed. I watched
Jake’s pupils dilate as he passed out from the most
intense, earth-shaking moment in his life. Then I
jerked. I felt my breath stop. Lightning bolts of
fulfillment shot thru me. Jake felt something deep
inside him bloom, as the last lights left his eyes,
staccato spasms of my release. An explosion.
I needed it to be inside him, mark him, claim him as
my own, forever. It was mind-blowing. Then
surrendering to the longest hottest release of my
life, I joined Jake in a world where we'd never been.
It took a while for me to find myself again.
And as our orgasms rippled away, I felt as if I had
truly discovered myself. I watched Jake for a few
minutes, rubbing the tip of my nose on his. I couldn’t
wipe the soft smile off my face. Then I gently carried
my beautiful Jake outside to our hammock, laid him
down, and pressed up against him. The cool rain-wet
hammock against our hot sweat-wet bodies was so
refreshing, as we settled in for a night under the
Spanish stars. Yes, the rain was gone now. The stars
were bright. And I was still overwhelmed. Too excited.
My mind was racing with intense thoughts and images. I
saw myself running from above, then flying from below.
I saw vivid colours and bright yellow lights flashing
and then disappearing. And then a feeling of great
stillness overcame me, and I closed my eyes. But I
swear I could still see the stars.
The End
Author’s End Note: I look forward to hearing what you
have to say, and I will be posting up a new story at
most three days after every 30 positive email response
I get, so email me at
chocol8moonlight(at)yahoo(dot)com. Thanks!
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