The following is an unsanctioned fictional work. Whatever I say that pisses you off -- I don't mean it. Kappesh? Don't read this if it makes you mad or if you're honest enough to admit that you're under 18.
BLACK BELT SEX by J. A. Terenas
Chapter 3
As the sun's rays in the window awoke me, I looked over at David's face, illuminated and irresistible in the golden glow of the winter morning. It had begun to snow outside, and I walked out onto the balcony of the 22nd floor in nothing but my boxers, observing the downtown of Nashville, already busy at this hour. After about three minutes, I walked back into the bedroom where my lover was fast asleep and rejoined him in the bed.
Holding him in my arms there and looking into his sleeping face, the only face I had ever sought, I realized how happy and lucky I was at that moment. The chill of the snow was forgotten; we warmed each other in the bed while he slowly awoke and we kissed each other good morning. He grabbed my hand, and I followed him to the shower.
It was the weekend, and a rare snowy weekend in Nashville meant we almost certainly could find SOMETHING to do. I was content to remain indoors, but David eventually pestered me into going out and being active in the snow, which was falling with unexpected heaviness. We left my apartment at 5th and Church and headed north across Union and Charlotte on to -- Capitol Hill. We skidded across the Legislative Plaza, cold and frozen but abuzz with slippery Nashvillians and up the steps of the Tennessee state capitol until we reached the west portico (the one where the architect is buried in the wall) and looked out over the bicentennial mall and North Nashville, all blanketed in winter glory on the overcast morning. It was there, both our faces ice cold, that we kissed again in front of the miraculous background of December.
It was a rush of pure happiness, of love, and of perfect content that I do not think I shall ever feel again, not after what happened that "afternoon."
Chapter 4. (Author's note: Murder, breakup, and right-wing religious interference are all much too cliche for THIS writer.)
After that straight-from-a-dream kiss on the Capitol's porch, Dave and I spent hour upon hour going down the massive Capitol hill in a makeshift bobsled. Talk about a rush! Let me put it this way: if you didn't move that sled in time, you'd end up on one of the busiest streets in Nashville, James Robertson Parkway. We didn't want that, so the end of each sleigh ride was a fight for our own lives, and at sixteen we LOVED it.
At about 1:30, tired from the sleigh fiesta that had been our morning, we grabbed some lunch from a restaurant near the Legislative plaza and headed back to my place to warm ourselves up a bit. No sooner had we gotten onto the bed than David knocked me out with one of those french kisses of his (my THIRD that day) and we were stripping off each other's clothes in fits of lust. I got him on all fours, both of us naked, and, unable to control myself, began fucking him like and animal. I drove so hard I thought his gut was going to rupture, but instead he screamed in ecstasy and jerked his own cock, and we both sped up; faster and faster and faster until, unable to control myself, I got ready to shoot what must have damn near been a gallon of cum.... and then....
Chapter 5. (I told you, no cliche)
I awoke, heart pounding, chest drenched in sweat, and sat up in bed. Realizing immediately what my dream had been, I looked at the clock. 7:35 AM. 25 minutes until Saturday morning's Karate class.... I wonder if Dave will be there.
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