Jotaro

JOTARO by David Logan DAG1064@aol.com

This is a true story. It cannot be anything else. It actually happened to me. As you read this, I hope it moves you, inspires you in your heart, spirit, and soul. This is being written to share with people about my first love.

Chapter One

I met Jotaro in the summer I was fourteen. I was standing in the library of the town I lived in. I was reading a book on gays, when I heard someone behind me. I turned quickly to see a Japanese boy standing there. I dropped the book on the floor, shocked at being surprised at seeing him there. He picked up the book and looked at it.

"You won't learn anything from this," he said, placing the book back on the shelf.

He was right, I realized that. Up to that point, I had continuosly searched high and low for the answers to my questions, trying to clear up my confusion. My parent had me in therapy, trying to get my head straightened out about being gay. It really never helped. It just drove me even more crazy. My parents and the therapist tried, I'll give them that much. I just could never really voice my true desires, and kept it all bottled up inside me. I first discovered my attraction to boys when I was ten. I loved to look at them, especially when they had their shirts off while playing in the park next to my house, playing basketball or soccer. I would go into my room that I shared with my younger brother and strip my clothes off, and lay on my bed and feel myself all over my body. I loved to touch myself, and loved watching my cock stretch and grow hard from my explorations. The first time I masturbated, was an experience I'll never forget. When I shot all over myself for the first time, it was super good. That was a moment that I could feel for hours afterwards. I did it constantly, any place that I could find that was private. My younger brother was a tattle tale, and that's what got me into therapy. My mother was raised with the ideas that masturbation was a sin, and that it would make me insane, and all the other things that went with such thinking. I finally had to do it in the shower every night, so that I would never get into trouble. How could jacking off be bad I had asked her. She said it was, and she would sneak into my room late at night to make sure I wasn't doing it. I asked all the usual questions, and was told that I was too young to be thinking of such things. I had made the mistake of telling her that I liked boys. That was what got me into therapy. The shrink was no better, adding to my confusion. That went on for nearly two years. I was constantly getting into trouble for trying to touch my brother and trying to get him involved in my explorations. The day I went to the library, I was so on edge, wanting to find the answers. That's when I met Jotaro. He had come over from Japan with his family because his father was an important executive for a major company in Japan. He was overseeng a business that his company just bought here.

"I gotta know!" I said to him. "Nobody else will tell me!"

"That's because the idea of a fourteen year old boy like me and you being gay is impossible to people. They think that either it's a passing phase, or that we're sick," he said.

"I'm not sick," I said defensively.

"Let's get out of here and somewhere more private so we can talk. Too many ears in here," he said to me.

We left the library and went outside. The area around the library was very open, so there was no problem with us talking. We sat down in the grass.

"I don't know where to begin," he said. "Too much to say."

"Why am I attracted to boys?" I asked.

"Because you are. You probably find boys far more attractive than girls. What makes us that way, I don't know. It just is," he said.

"When did you know?" I asked.

"When I was eight," he smiled.

"Eight? God, that's young!" I exclaimed.

"My parents thought so. They did what they could to help me. It took me a long time to figure out things. But I did, thanks to my uncle," Jotaro said.

"Your uncle?" I asked.

"Yup. He came to visit us when I was twelve. Thanks to him, I have a much better understanding of what 's going on inside of me. He taught me a lot of things. Some things he said I'd learn on my own. He taught me how to make love to another boy," Jotaro said.

"You had sex with your uncle?" I asked in disbelief.

"Sure. My parents knew and approved. They said it was better to learn from him than get the wrong information from other boys in school," he said.

I was totally blown away. Here was another boy telling me very personal details that no one else would probably admit to.

"Did you think you were the only one who felt those feelings?" Jotaro asked.

"Yes. But now...." I left the sentence unfinished.

He smiled. "There are lots of other gay boys like us out there in the world. The reason they don't come out is because they are afraid to be called names and beaten up on, or thrown out of their homes. Sadly a lot of them commit suicide becase their fears push them to that point."

"That's sad," I said.

"Yes it is. I hope you never consider that. You seem like a real nice guy and I'd like the chance to be your friend," he said.

"Well, I like you already. I think that we will be good friends. By the way, my name's David," I introduced myself to him, shaking his hand.

His hand felt silky smooth in mine. I felt feelings start from somewhere deep inside me. They grew quickly, starting to overcome me. I noticed that I was getting hard. He noticed what was going on inside my eyes, and saw the beginnings of tears. He put his other hand on mine, holding my hand in his.

"David, my name's Jotaro. You and I are going to be great friends. It's okay, you're finally finding what you've been needing for a long time," Jotaro said, reaching out and wiping a tear off my face.

His touch felt good on my face. I smiled, feeling real good. Finally I felt that there was hope for me after all. He gently squeezed my hand. I was feeling so emotional, I wanted to cry. That wasn't the place to do it. Too many people watching. He suggested that I come over to his house. When Mom came to pick us up, he asked if I could come over to his house, and told her where he was living. It turned out that he was living in the same neighborhood as I was!

I did go to his house. He called his Mom at her job, working for his father. She said yes, so about an half hour later, I was standing in his house. I took off my shoes (Japanese tradition, I found out later) in the little foyer by the front door. The house was simple, just enough furniture to be comfortable in. It was the way they lived.

"Come here, David," he said, pulling me gently towards him.

He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me. That was all was needed. I let go of the emotions that I had kept locked up inside me for so long. I cried for a long time on his shoulder. Jotaro didn't say anything, just held me close to him. I finally ran out of steam and he led me to his room. He was lucky, he had his own private bathroom. He tenderly washed my face off, then we sat down on the little futon couch he had in his room.

"Feel better?" he asked.

"Yes. Thanks, Jotaro. I didn't know that I had that much emotion locked up in me," I replied.

"You did. I could tell. You needed a place to let it all out of you. David, there's so much I need to tell you and show you. I will, too. We will take it slow and take all the time needed to," Jotaro said to me.

He put his arm around me and I moved in close to him. I rested my head on his chest while he cuddled me.

"Okay, where to start. There are things that I can tell you, others I can show you. We should take some time to get to know each other first, though," he said.

His fingers caressed my face, and the smooth fingertips felt really good on my face. I sighed, feeling pleasure at the simple touch.

"That feels good," I commented.

"Good. I ws hoping you'd like that," he said, not stopping.

"I do, thanks," I replied.

"This is one of the most important things in a relationship, David. Two people being together and spending time together. It doen't matter what the activity is, as long as friends are together. This is just the beginning of our friendship. It'll get serious later on, I can guarantee you that. But for now, let's just be friends and get to know each other well first before we move in that direction," Jotaro suggested.

His suggestion had merit, and while I was disappointed that we weren't going to do anything that day, I realized that he was right. We spent that afternoon talking, telling each other about ourselves. I told him about my hearing disability and how it made me feel inferior to the other kids in school. He told me about his home in Japan, the school he went to, his family back there. He showed me pictures of his family and relatives. They seemed like real nice people. Time went by quickly, and before I knew it, it was six in the evening. I had to get home, and very reluctantly I left Jotaro's house. Walking home, I realized that I was feeling really good. I hadn't felt that good in a long time. I went to sleep that night, dreaming of him.

We did get together almost on a regular basis, doing all of the typical teenage stuff. We had a lot of fun, and I felt myself drawing closer to him as time went on. I was feeling better than I ever had, and the change showed. The therapist and my parents thought I was finally coming around. I didn't tell them of my feelings for Jotaro. I was afraid I would get locked up in a mental hospital. I had heard the horror stories about the one in the next town twenty miles away. It was rumored that gay kids were abused there and passed around by staff and patients and nobody ever said or did anything to stop it. Jotaro understood my fears.

"My parents know that I'm gay, and they still love me. They know about you and that you're having a hard time dealing with your own feelings. They told me that you're welcome here anytime," Jotaro told me.

That made me feel so good. I thanked them next chance I got. They practically made me one of the family. The first four months of our friendship, we talked a lot and I learned so much about love and relationships. I observed Jotaro's parents, and it seemed to me that they were constantly together, holding hands, kissing, being romantic with each other. What words couldn't convey, their actions did. Actions always spoke louder than words, and that's exactly what they were doing. They demonstrated their affections for each other with looks, touches, hugs, and saying sweet things to each other. I wondered why my own parents didn't do that like they did.

"Could be that they have their own ideas about love, David," Jotaro's father told me.

I thought about that and realized that he was right. God, this love stuff was a funny business to me. I just couldn't figure it out. One thing I did realize -- I was falling in love with Jotaro. I constantly dreamed of him every night. I dreamed of him and me taking our clothes off and touching each other. I would jack off plenty to those dreams.

Our friendship finally took that turn. It was a real warm day in mid September. Jotaro had invited me over to swim in his pool in the back yard. It was early evening, and we decided to get out and clean up. Jotaro's parents had gone out for the evening and wouldn't be back until late. I got into the shower first. I didn't wear my hearing aid in the pool or the shower, because if I did, it would get destroyed. The water was running nice and hot, then suddenly I was aware of a person behind me. I turned to see Jotaro standing there, naked. We made eye contact, and that's when the feelings got so out of control. I was scared, not knowing what to expect. I raised my hand out to him, and he took it, letting me pull him in. Jotaro closed the door behind him. He touched me on the chest, stroking it slow and gentle. I moved him under the water, watching him get wet. He moved closer to me and then he leaned forward and kissed me. That sent shocks all the way through me. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. Then I was kissing him, wrapping my arms around him. I felt his arms around me, and that made me feel so good. We broke apart, and he picked up the bottle of shampoo and dripped some in my hair. He washed my hair first, then started soaping up my body. I closed my eyes and let my feelings go. I couldn't hold them down any longer. I moaned softly as his soapy hands glided around my body. Jotaro finally reached for my cock, and it grew hard instantly. He rubbed the soap on it slow and gently. I gasped at the feeling, at how he was stroking it. I felt myself coming to the edge almost instantly.

"Jotaro," I whispered, "I'm gonna...."

I never finished the sentence, because my body jerked and shook as I came into his hand. I cried as I released my boyjuice into his cupped hands. After I finished ejaculating, I slumped against the shower wall, completely wiped. He smiled, and touched my abdomen. That made me react. The feelings were absolutely incredible.

"Jotaro!" I wailed, my body out of control.

I reached out to stop him, but he pushed my hands out of the way. He contined to touch me, making me jump and shiver until I finally came down off that high. I reashed for the soap and started washing his body. God, what a soft, smooth body he had! The sensations I was feeling on my hands was so incredible! I felt myself get hard again. I guess when you're young at 14, you can get hard as many times as you're able. I slipped my hands down to his balls and cock, and fondled them. That was the first time I ever touched another boy there. It was an experience I'll never forget. I stroked his cock up, doing it slow and gentle. I could hear him sigh. He was enjoying this as much as I was. I stroked him for a few minutes, until he whispered something in my right ear, the good one. My left one was stone deaf.

"Tighter...faster," he whispered.

I did as he instructed, and then he was shivering against me. I could feel something move through the shaft of his hard cock and then somethng wet hit my leg. I looked down to see his sperm coming out of his cock and landing on my leg. He shot twice more, then he sighed and settled down on me. I moved my hands around his body like he had done to me. He kept pushing himself up to me, moaning and whimpering. He finally settled down after a few minutes. He looked at me and I could see something in his eyes. To this day, I still can't describe what it was. Only lovers know what it is, I guess. I washed his long black hair, then we rinsed each other off then got out.

After we towel dried each other, he led me into his room and to the futon. We laid down on it, and he rolled over onto me. We kissed, starting the love-making. Nothing was said, nothing needed to be said. We just knew what and how to please each other. We continued to kiss, feeling each other's lips on our own. My hands were roaming all over his body. His body felt so smooth. He could touch me just right. I tried to copy his exact moves, trying to get it right.

"Don't worry about trying to get it right, David. Just do it in a way that you think will please me," he whispered.

I relaxed, and the feelings increased. We broke the embrace, and Jotaro started to kiss my body. I felt his lips on my neck, and those were the most incredible sensations I'd ever felt. I tensed up, shivering. He moved away from my neck and down to my chest. I could feel his tongue probe and lick at my nipples, which were standing out hard. He gently sucked on them, making me moan. That was the greatest pleasure I ever felt! Jotaro licked and sucked on both for a few minutes. I moved my hands around his head, caressing his ears and running my fingers through his long, black hair. Jotaro moved down further, lips and tongue exploring my torso. I groaned and moved around on the futon. I was experiencing pleasures that I though never possible. He reached my very erect cock. He took it in his hands, exploring the length, how it was formed. I was about six inches long then(still am) then. I gasped, and shivered with excitement. He gently blew his breath on my cock, and I nearly blasted off the futon.

"OH MY GOD!" I cried.

"Easy, lover," Jotaro said, rubbing my chest.

I settled back down, and he went back to work on me. He fondled my cock and balls, spreading my legs apart so he could get in there better. I watched as he moved his head up between my legs. Then I felt his tongue start to explore my balls. That was an incredible feeling.

"Jotaro," I groaned.

He moved in deeper, moving his tongue around my balls. He lifted one leg to get at my hole. He licked at it, really blowing my mind. I couldn't say anything, I was just too shocked. But it felt so good! Jotaro licked at it for a few minutes more, then he came back up to my cock. He licked around the base of my cock, making me wriggle underneath him. I had closed my eyes, and was seeing the most incredible colors ever seen. I felt something warm and wet engulf my cock. I opened my eyes to see my cock disappearing into his mouth.

"Oh, yes!" I whimpered with excitement.

Jotaro took it all, starting to suck on my cock. I can't really describe how he did it, but in about two minutes, I shot my sperm into his mouth. Jotaro swallowed it all! That just blew me away! I moaned and groaned and cried all the way through my ejaculation, the feelings were so incredible! Jotaro laid down next to me after he finished getting me off. He rubbed my chest, getting me to relax.

"Jotaro, that......" I stammered.

He smiled. "I know, David. It was incredible for me, too."

He held me for a time, teasing my nipples with his right hand. I turned on my side and faced him, looking into his eyes.

"Jotaro, I......love you," I said softly.

"Love you, David," he whispered.

I kissed him, and the feelings rose up in me again, taking control. I kissed his face, licked behind his ears, then kissed and licked his neck. I heard him hiss, sucking in his breath. He moaned softly, urging me on. I did keep going, my desire to please him strong inside of me. I kissed down his chest, stopping at his nipples. Jotaro had nipples the size of silver dollars. In thier relaxed state, they were flat. But when they were aroused, they really stood out hard. He moaned as I sucked and licked them.

"David, David," he moaned, getting me even hotter to please him.

I moved on, kissing his silky smooth skin. I was so overwhelmed by what I was feeling. I didn't want to stop. I didn't know what I was doing, but something inside told me to do these things. I listened to that little voice teaching me what to do. I kept moving down his slim, swimmer's body, getting to his hard cock. It had to be seven inches long. It was beautiful to look at. It was straight, not a blemish on it. It was tanned a deep tan, the head a bit darker than the shaft. I touched it again, fondling and exploring it with my fingers. Jotaro was in another place, his eyes closed, tossing his head about. He moved his legs apart, showing me his rose. It was a bright pink, edged with a dark brown. I got in there and touched it with a finger. It felt firm and fleshy. I licked at it, and it tasted of the soap that we had used in the shower. It had been washed clean in the shower, I reasoned, it's got to be safe. So I licked at it, moving my tongue across it with slow strokes.

"Oh, yes....Davy, oh....uh....uh," Jotaro moaned.

I licked it some more, then moved up to his very hard cock. I slowly slipped it into my mouth and slowly sank it into my mouth. It was a wierd feeling, having another boy's cock in my mouth. I must have been doing it right, because Jotaro was making funny sounds and wriggling all over the futon. I moved my mouth up and down on it, slowly getting it all in my mouth. That's when I noticed that Jotaro had no pubic patch. I kept sucking his hard cock, moving faster when Jotaro asked me too.

Suddenly he cried, "DAVID!" and started cumming in my mouth.

I swallowed his cum as fast as he shot. It came out of his cock thick and in clumps. When he finally finished, he pulled me down to him and hugged me super tight. I still had the last clump of his sperm in my mouth, so I worked it around in my mouth while stroking his sensitive cock with my hand. His sperm tasted very sweet, like the pepermint candy that he was always eating. Jotaro finally relaxed, letting me go. We lay in each other's arms for a long time.

It was fifteen minutes later that he opened his eye.

"David, that was......" he couldn't finished.

I nodded, smiling. "Liked it?"

"Loved it, David. You still got my cum in your mouth?" he asked.

I swallowed it. "Did. You got peppermint flavored cum, Jotaro."

"Heh, I know. I eat that candy all the time," he laughed.

Then he got a serious look on his face as he reached into his little nightstand. "There's one last thing, David. That's fucking."

"How is that done?" I asked him.

"I would get you on your back, and put this KY on your rose. Then I put some on my cock, then slowly push my cock into your ass," Jotaro said.

"Would it hurt?" I asked.

"At first, but then the pain will go away, and you will feel super good at having my cock inside of you. I would move my cock in and out of you untill I cum inside of you. That would bind me to you. You would do the same to me. When you cum into me, you will bind yourself to me. Then we will be lovers forever," he explained.

"That sounds so cool," I said, moved by the description.

"I think so. Since you've never done it, you can go first," he said, kissing me.

He rubbed a bit of the KY onto my rapidly harding cock. I took a little and worked into his rose. Jotaro rolled onto his back, and I moved up between his legs. He took hold of my cock and directed it into his rose. I slowly pushed it, a whole new world of feelings enveloping me. The head of my cock finally got through, and he let go of my shaft. I continued to push my six inches into him. I finally stopped once my hips touched his ass. I relaxed a moment giving Jotaro a chance to get used to having me inside of it.

"Please, lover. Do it. Fuck me good, fuck me sweetly," he whispered.

I did, starting to make love to him. I moved my hips back and forth in slow short strokes, trying to get the hang of it. Something took over, and I slowly picked up speed with each stroke. I was no longer there in his room, on his futon. I was in another place, seeing colors swirling around me, hearing music, so beautiful ,music that can only be heard by lovers caught in it's spell. The feelings got so powerful, that suddenly, I realized that I was about to cum.

"Jotaro...cum...I'm...cum...JOTARO!" I cried, shooting my sperm deep into him.

I could hear him sobbing, calling out my name. "David, David, David, cum in me, please!"

I did. I shot like I never had before. The feelings were too much. I started crying as I finished ejaculating inside of my lover, Jotaro. He caught me just as I was collapsing. He held me tight to him as I cried, the emotions being too much.

"Jotaro, Jotaro, love you, oh god I love you!" I cried.

He stroked my back, whispering his love into my ear. I finally calmed down, and we relaxed for a moment. Kissing, I fell in love with him again. I turned and reached for the KY.

"Your turn, lover," I whispered.

He smiled and moaned as I applied the KY to his growing cock. Seeing how slim it ws, I had no doubt he would get into me easy. I rolled onto my back, and opened my legs. I felt his slick fingers apply the lubricant to my own rose.. Dropping the tube on the floor, he moved up between my legs.

"Ready, lover?" he asked.

"Please. I want you inside me, Jotaro love," I whispered.

Heslowly pushed the head of his cock into me. I felt it literally melt into me. I groaned in anticipation of the fucking I was going to get. He kept pushing into me untill he got all of his seven inches in.

"Oh, Jotaro, that feels so good!" I cried.

He smiled. "Knew it would."

I rose up and kissed him as he started fucking me, going slow and easy. I lay back and watched his face as he slowly fucked me. He closed his eyes, then started moving faster, the feelings overtaking him. My ass felt full, but it didn't hurt at all. It felt real good.

"Jo, Jo, feels so good," I moaned, urging him on.

Jotaro picked up the pace, lunging deeper into me with each in stroke. I closed my eyes. This was an incredible experience. I was being fucked by a boy who loved me. I called his name over and over.

"Dave, Dave, get ready. Get ready for my cum....I'm going....going....cumming now," he gasped. "DAVID!" he screamed, shoving into me hard over and over.

Reflexively, my anal muscle squeezed his cock real hard. That had the most incredible result.

"DAVID, DAVID, DAVID, WHAT THE HELL, I'M COMING INTO YOU RIGHT NOW, DAVID, DAVID, I'M GONNA FUCK YOU HARD AND GOOD I'M FUCKING YOU GOOD, DAVID, DAVID, DAVID!" he kept screaming.

Then he was, and I could feel it flow out of his cock and into me. He kept fucking me hard, slamming his long cock into me over and over. Jotaro finally collapsed onto me, pulling me onto my side with him. He made no attempt to pull out of me. He hugged me from behind, breathing hard. I felt his cock slip out of me, then he turned me over and we kissed passionately. Our tears flowed freely, getting onto each other's faces and on our bodies, and the futon. We held each other tight, crying for a long time. We finally stopped, looking at each other.

"David," Jotaro gulped for breath, "Oh my god, that......"

I gulped for a breath. "I know, that......"

Words just failed us. There was nothing we could say. Nothing needed to be said. Looking into his eyes, The message I saw there was enough. Three simple words. I love you.

Jotaro-The Beginning of our Relationship

By David Logan DAG1064@aol.com

Chapter Two

Our relationship really got started that day. It changed us that afternoon. I remember going home that evening. I could feel that moment of release for hours afterward. I can't really describe the feelings I felt. I know I felt something. I wanted to experience that feeling again. There would be many more days and nights for us to be that close. It took me a lng time to come down off that high. I had never experienced anything like that before. Jotaro and I weren't able to get together for at least a few days. That Saturday, we met at his house. His folks had left for the day.

"Hi, lover." Jotaro kissed me after the front door closed.

"Hey, Jotaro." I answered, returning the kiss.

His lips felt so soft and tender on mine. He led the way into the kitchen and I perched on a bar stool and watched him make up sandwiches for us.

"How are you doing?" he asked.

"Real good." I replied.

He smiled. "That's good. I've been thinking about you this past week."

"You've been on my mind, too." I said.

"Cool. I've been wanting to ....ask how you felt about what....what we did." Jotaro said seriously.

I sighed, and thought. There were so many words running around inside my head that I could use to describe what I thought of the first time we made love.

"I can't think of a good word to use to describe exactly what I felt about what we did. I loved what you did to me. You made me feel so good. Please don't ask me to describe those feelings. It's impossible to." I said.

Jotaro nodded. "You're right. They are impossible to describe. I can't, and won't."

I followed him outside to the pool. He set the plate of sandwiches on the table and sat down in a chair. I sat down next to him.

"David, what do you really know about love?" Jotaro asked.

"Not much." I admitted. "I constantly hear people say that they love this or that and I wonder about that. I hear people say that they love this person or that person, and I see that person say it back to them. I wondered for a long time if that was all there was to it."

"Now you know that there is more to it." Jotaro smiled.

I laughed. "Yeah, for sure!"

"David, it's a lot more than making love to someone. Love is a whole lotta things. It means to be close to someone. To take an interest in them. To be with them all the time. To take long walks together holding hands. To talk to each other about the things that matter. To support each other every day. To lean on each other when you need to. To laugh together. To cry together when one hurts. To share things. There are things I like to do that you may have never tried that you would want to do with me. There are things that you like to do that I've probably never tried that I would do with you. There are things that both of us may have never done that we would do together." Jotaro stated.

"That sounds so cool." I said.

"It is. There's so much more to tell. I'm not sure where to begin." Jotaro sighed.

"There's so much I want to know, I'm not sure how to ask the right questions." I said.

Jotaro looked at me. "There's really no such thing as the right questions. Just ask. I'll tell you what I can. The rest you and I will learn together."

I smiled. "I know that. I want to know it all right now."

"I know. But you can't rush things, David. It's got to be a one step at a time process." Jotaro stated handing me a sandwich.

I took it and started eating, thinking about what he had said so far. What he had said sounded so sensible. I wondered if I would ever make sense of it all. He saw the confusion on my face.

"Took me a long time to figure out what it was that my uncle was trying to say to me. I did, eventually. I'll learn it all over again with you. Uncle Tadeo said that not all relationships will be the same. What kind of relationship I had with him will be different from the one you and I will have together. You and I are the same age, with probably the same interests. I haven't been here in America very long, so I know that you will show me lots of things that are so different from Japan. I'll do my best to teach you about my home and our culture." Jotaro said.

"Okay, deal." I said.

"I thought you'd go for that." Jotaro said.

"One of my interests is that I like learning things about different countries and how they live." I said, finishing the sandwich.

"Hey, bring your swim shorts?" Jotaro asked.

"No, I forgot them." I grimanced.

"Not a problem." Jotaro smiled.

Something was up. I just knew it. He took the plate into the house and came back out with towels. He dropped them onto the chairs, then started taking his clothes off.

"Wait!" I said, jumping up.

Jotaro stopped, a puzzled look on his face. I walked over and started undressing him. Jotaro slowly grinned, the understanding what I was doing dawning on him. I got him down to his green briefs. He smiled ever more as I slowly drew them down, his cock popping out of them.

"Oh, much better." Jotaro sighed.

I got down to my knees, his cock at face level. It was so beautiful. I licked at it gently, then took it into my mouth, sucking the seven inches of little Jotaro(my name for his cock. He called mine little David.) into my mouth. I heard his moan softly, then his hips bucked and he shot his sperm into my mouth. I sucked and swallowd the sweet sperm down. Standing back up, I saw a smile on his face. He opened his eyes a moment later, leaned forward and kissed me.

"Thank you, lover." he whispered.

Jotaro slowly unbuttoned my shirt, then took it off me. He slowly undressed me, finally pulling my blue briefs off me. He licked at my hard, then sucked my six inches in. I closed my eyes and shivered. This was so exciting. I could feel his warm wet mouth pleasure me. I tried to hold back, but couldn't.

"JO!" I cried, coming in his mouth.

He sucked my cock hard, the vaccum strong. I shivered all the way through my cum. I sighed in relief once I was done. We kissed, each tasting cum on our lips. Jotaro led me to the pool after a moment, and we jumped in. We swam for about an hour, enjoying the cool water on our bodies. We finally got out of the pool, and we dried each other off.

"Let's go to my room." Jotaro suggested.

"Okay." I agreed.

We showered together, touching and caressing each other. I loved to feel his hands on me. He had a way of touching me that just set me on fire.

"Oh god, you did that so good." I sighed.

I heard him laugh in delight. I tickled him underneath his balls, and he gasped. We kissed, hugging our wet bodies close together. I loved this intimate contact. I had wanted and desired this for so long. I couldn't believe this was actually happening. I looked into his eyes, and Jotaro saw something there. He kissed me on the mouth and I felt his tongue touching my lips. I backed up and looked at him.

"What's up with that?" I asked.

"Something new." Jotaro said.

"Okay." I nodded.

We finished the shower and dried each other off. I stuck my hearing aid back into my right ear(I was totally deaf in the left ear and serious loss in the right, so I wore the hearing aid to help.) and sat down on his bed.

'that was called french kissing, David." he explained. "You put your tongue into my mouth and move it around."

"Oh, didn't know that." I said.

He kissed me again, and I let his tongue into my mouth this time. Boy, it was wierd, but it felt good. After a moment, I did it back. That felt really wild! He smiled at me and I relaxed. He pulled me into his arms and we lay on his bed naked together. Just to be in close contact with Jotaro made me feel really good. I snuggled up closer.

"Feeling good?" Jotaro asked.

"Yes. Feels good to be here with you." I said.

"That's the whole key to this. Feeling good about being intimate with someone." Jotaro said. "I love you so much."

That made me feel super grand. I don't know if there is a better feeling than that in this whole universe. I touched his face, feeling his soft cheeks.

"This is really what love is, isn't it?" I asked, something occuring to me.

"This, and more. Being close. Being together. When two people really truly love each other, no games, no conditions, just pure love, the sex that happens becomes a celebration of that love. Sex is a physical expression of love. It's a way of telling the other person how much they are wanted, loved, ans cared for. When you have sex with another person, I'm sorry, I should say making love. When you make love to another person, you are sharing yourself with that person. You share your body with him. You're exposing yourself to him. You're placing yourself completely in his hands. You make yourself vulnerable to him. He will discover your strengths and weaknesses. He will become intimately familliar with your body. He will know what pleases you, and he will strive to make you happy. When you take your clothes off, you're taking off more than your clothes. You take off your worries and problems. You take off the public person that people see all the time. He sees the private person that you really are. When he finally gets into you and does the greatest act of love, the act of male intercourse, he binds himself to you and leaves a part of himself inside of you. When you do that to him, you bind yourself to him and you leave a piece of yourself inside of him to carry with him all the time. When he takes his clothes off for you, he makes himself vulnerable to you. He places himself into your hands. You explore his body, becoming intimately familliar with it. You discover what pleases him. That's what makes sex so enjoyable fot the two people." Jotaro stated.

"That's so cool." I said.

"I know." Jotaro said.

We fell silent for a while. I thought about what he had just said. I knew that he was right. That's how love should be. I felt so comfortable and safe there in his arms. I never wanted to leave there. His body felt good on mine.

"If that's how love should be, then how come people don't do all that?" I asked. "Why do people go out and buy it from others? Why do they bed hop every night, with someone different, knowing they'll never see them again? Why is it that the guys at school brag about having every cheerleader and girl that crosses their path? Why is it that they describe in detail what they want to do to another person, guy or girl?"

"David, it's because they feel insecure about themselves and see the need to make themselves look better in other people's eyes, so that they will be admired. I fell into that trap in my old school at home in Japan. Uncle Tadeo opened my eyes to that. That's not love. Hell, that's not sex. I'd call that rape. Even though both people consent to the sex, it's still rape." Jotaro answered me.

"How?" I asked, confused now.

"It's a rape of the soul, spirit, and mind. They slowly become desensitized to the true meaning of love. They forget about what it's supposed to mean. They spend thier whole lives searching for the true maning of love." Jotaro explained.

"That's so sad." I said, tears coming to my eyes.

Jotaro looked at me. "I know."

"That could never happen to us!" I cried. "Promise that will never happen to us!"

Jotaro touched my face. "It will never happen to us, David. Reason is that you and I are lovers. We love each other too much. If that were to happen, our spirits, souls, and minds would become corrupted. We would become different people. The intimacy that we share now would disapear, never to return. You and I are two unique people in the regard that we share a love so strong, so sacred, that nothing could ever come between us, not even death can or will separate us. I would watch over you and protect you, comfort you when you need it. I would always be with you, no matter where you choose to live. I don't ever want you to grieve. I'd want you to be happy, secure in the knowing that we loved each other." Jotaro said.

"You're not...." I left it unsaid.

"No. I'm perfectly healthy. You and I are going to grow old together. I will still love you when you're ninety." he smiled, kissing me.

That made me feel good. I hugged him close to me. If that was what love really was all about, then I wanted it. I was feeling so good.

"Can you stay the night?" Jotaro asked.

"Let me find out." I said, reaching for the phone he had at the side of his bed. I talked to my Mom, then hung up the phone.

"She said I could, Jotaro." I said.

"Good. My folks will be home about seven. We can go naked until then." Jotaro said.

"Sounds like fun!" I replied.

We did. It felt good to do it. I was real comfortable around Jotaro now. He didn't act like it was a big sin to be naked in front of other people. Hell, we has seen each other naked a few times already. Why cover up when it's just you and your lover alone? If his folks were home, then we stayed dressed out of respect. But when it was just us, we went naked. I loved to look at his body. He had a swimmer's body, not too slim. I was about normal. about five, we decided to put dinner on. I watched Jotaro move about the kitchen and make the dinner. He got it ready to go, then we went back to the bedroom. He reached into his closet and took out his kimono, and put it on. He handed another one to me and showed me how to put it on. His parent came home about six, and found us sitting on the couch together, watching tv. I helped Jotaro set the table for dinner. After dinner, Jotaro and I retired to his room for the night. I watched him take his kimono off. He opened mine, and hung it up. He smiled at me, and held out his hand. I took it, and he led me to the bed. I lay down next to him. We kissed, and hugged. I felt real good about what was happening. We made love that night, each seeking to please the other. Getting inside of him was the ultimate pleasure. I loved to feel my cock inside him. I marveled at how nicely it fit inside of him. When he got inside of me, I loved feeling his cock moving inside of me. I liked how it fit inside my ass. What a great feeling it was! He held me close to him as I cried on his shoulder, the emotions too much for me. I slept in his arms, feeling warm and safe. I was truly happy with life right then. Jotaro and I shared many more days and nights of love. Our relationship kept getting better and better. There are times now that I get those warm feelings again inside of me.

Jotaro Chapter Three Our Relationship Progresses

Well, as the days passed, we got closer. It wasn't always sex every day, we did other things, too. We even talked about our futures.

"Think we'll be together for a long time, David?" Jotaro asked me.

"Sure. I know so, because I feel it right down inside of me," I told him.

"Cool. I feel the same way, but Grandfather says that life never does what we want it to, and that we should just be happy for now and enjoy being together," Jotaro said.

I nodded. "Your Grandfather is a wise man."

"I know," Jotaro nodded. "He gives me a lot of good advice."

I pushed my backpack into the corner of my room, sighing. "Man, I'm so tired of school."

"Still having trouble with math?" Jotaro asked.

"Yeah, still. I hate math!" I complained.

"Well, you're not the only one."

"But you're so good at it!" I exclaimed.

"It's because I choose to be, David. I've got my future somewhat planned, but I never know what's gonna happen next. You are a big part of my future plans," Jotaro said.

That moved me deeply. I leaned over and kissed him. Jotaro eagerly returned the kiss. I felt so good inside. He snuggled up to me, and we continued talking.

"Wonder what will happen to us years from now?" Jotaro asked.

"Constantly, Jotaro. But I'm not going to worry about the future just yet. There's much to do now to get ready for that future. I know that you will be there for me all the time," I said.

"I know you will be there for me, David. It's because you love me," Jotaro whispered.

"Hey, did you hear about the kid who was busted with drugs the other day?" Jotaro asked a moment later.

"Yes. He was so stupid, too. He wasn't fooling me. His life is ruined now by his own actions. Taught me a hell of a lesson, too. I'll never do drugs!" I declared.

"Good. Besides, loving you is the best high I could ever think of." Jotaro said. "I want that feeling, because it's a good feeling. I want it for you, too, because it's a good feeling for you."

"Definetly right on that count, lover!" I said, getting up off the floor of my room. "Let's hit the refrigerator and see what's good."

Jotaro followed me to the kitchen of my house. Nobody was home at the time. Every one was off working, or in school. We had about a safe hour before my bratty little brother came home. Jotaro never felt safe around Robert, and I knew why. Robert, my adopted brother, was a terror. He constantly stole from all of us, lied, fought in school and with me, always told on me when I was masturbating in bed(we shared a room and consenquently had bunk beds. I had the top one, he had the bottom. When my younger sister got married, I got my own room with a lock on it. Jotaro felt a little safer then, and so did I), and created hell for my parents. That was one of the reasons I never told any one about my relationship with Jotaro. My other fear was that my parents would have me locked up in a mental hospital for the rest of my life. Still have that fear. One of these day, I'll write out my nightmares. Maybe then, people will understand why gay kids are afraid to say that they're gay.

Anyway, we went to the kitchen and I made up some sandwiches. Since it was a nice day out, we went out into the backyard and sat down in a double swing and ate the sandwiches and talked more.

"What makes those kids sell and use drugs?" Jotaro wondered.

"I don't know, Jotaro. Maybe it's because they're looking for thrills, or to just escape the world for a time. Who really knows?" I said.

"Don't they know that their problems never go away if they do that?" Jotaro questioned.

"Maybe they do, Jotaro. They're just covering them up for a time, though. That's all," I shrugged my shoulders.

"Enough of that. What are you going to do about that English project?" Jotaro asked.

"I haven't even thought of that, yet. Don't have any ideas, either," I sighed.

"You're supposed to write an imaginary interview with a famous writer, right?" Jotaro asked.

"Yeah, so?" I asked.

"Write about one of your favorite writers, David. You like to read so much!" Jotaro exclaimed.

"Oh, yeah, right. I can see an imaginary interview with Masters and Johnson, excuse me, but how did you collect your information about men jacking off all the time?" I snapped.

Jotaro immediately started laughing. "Oh, man! That would definetly raise some eyebrows, all right!"

"Har, har, har, funny man. Real histerical!" I exclaimed, smiling.

"I don't know what you've been reading of late!" Jotaro grinned.

"Sex books, and lots of them!" I exclaimed. "None of them telling me what I want to know."

"You'll never learn about love and relationships that way, David. You'll learn, being with me. We'll learn together, because experience is the best teacher. It will show us many things, we'll feel many things, and do many things together." Jotaro stated.

I knew he was right. He was right about a lot of things, too. I was glad to have him with me at that time, and I'm glad he's still with me now.

"Well, there is that one book that I really like. I could write about him," I thought.

I don't remember who it was, just that I liked his style of writing then.

"Then do it, man. Go for it!" Jotaro exclaimed.

"I will, love." I said softly.

Jotaro smiled and touched my face. I could feel the love in his touch right then.

My Dad's German Shepherd, Happy(my Mother named him Happy because he was always happy to see you when you came out into the backyard. He'd jump up on you, place his front paws on your shoulders, and lick your face.)came over to us, and sat next to us.

"He's a beautiful dog, David." Jotaro commented.

"I think so, and so does the family." I said.

"Wish I could have one," Jotaro sighed.

I watched him scratch behind Happy's ears. Happy always loved it.

"Think we could have a dog when we get a house together?" Jotaro asked.

"Sure. The best one we can find, Jotaro. We'll have a big yard for them," I smiled.

"Way cool." Jotaro grinned.

He fell silent and continued to pet Happy. At that moment, I felt there was something he wanted to say.

"Jotaro, love, is there something wrong?" I asked.

He looked up at me. "I'm not sure, David. I've been doing a lot of thinking of late about us, where life is taking me, why things are happening the way they are."

"I've been feeling the same way, Jotaro. I've been questioning my place in life, whereit is I'm supposed to go, what it is I'm supposed to do." I sighed. "Not getting any answers, either."

"Maybe that's what school is for, David. To teach us what we need to know to be able to find those answers. Maybe that's why we have our parent, to direct us on the right path. But it's really up to us to find those answers on our own, by ourselves. Finding the answers to my own questions hasn't been easy at all," Jotaro said.

"I don't know, Jotaro. There are times that I feel completely useless. I mean, I'm deaf in one ear, little hearing in the other, have a learning disablility, gay, and I've been given up on by my natural mother. I wonder why I'm really here at all!" I exclaimed.

Jotaro put his hands on my shoulders as I bowed my head quick so he wouldn't see me crying. He lifted my head up so that I was looking into his eyes.

"David, I feel very alien here. I'm angry at my father for moving us here. I feel like running away, but it wouldn't solve anything at all. I don't belong here. I feel eyes in my back all day long, and I get the feeling I'm not welcome here. David, you're the first to really be my friend. You've made me feel welcome here, and I thank you for it. Perhaps karma brought us together, thinking that we could help each other overcome our problems and our pain that each of us feels. That is why we are friends, and lovers," Jotaro stated.

I saw tears in his eyes. It struck me then, that I really never considered how he was feeling about living here in the U.S.A. We stood, and hugged each other tight. That was another turning point for us. I had finally voiced what it was that was bothering me since I discovered that I was gay, and different from all the other kids. Jotaro had finally voiced his own pain, and now our relationship had changed again, becoming more stronger. I felt really good in that moment, like I knew everything would really be okay.

It did. We started talking more about what was going on inside of us. I revealed very deep fears about being gay, coming out to my parents, and being locked up in a mental hospital. Jotaro talked about how he felt strange in the school where we went. We encouraged each other as much as we could.

"Your parents really would do that?" Jotaro asked a week later.

"I know they would, Jotaro. That really scares me." I said.

"I'd break you out in a quick minute." Jotaro declared.

"I know you will, Jotaro. I've dreamed it many times," I told him.

"Cool. They would surrender, and give you to me. I'd take you home to Japan, and help you recover from that," Jotaro said.

"I would save you from the school bullies. I'd come charging in and kick their asses, each one. They'd apologize and run off," I said, grinning.

"That makes me feel good, to hear you say that. To know you would risk everything to help me. You're so good to me," Jotaro said.

"But, that's just fantasy. Reality is so different. Isn't it a bastard?" Jotaro asked.

"That it is, Jotaro. That it is." I sighed.

"But we're here, now. Nobody's gonna break us apart. Belive that, and we've got it made!" Jotaro declared.

"I do believe that," I said. "I'll keep on believing it."

"Good. So will I. We can never be stopped, no matter what." Jotaro grinned.

I leaned against him, and we watched the sun set from his back porch. It so happened that his folks went to Vegas, mine went to Palm Springs to visit relatives on my Mom's side, Robert by this time was now living in a special school two cities away, and my sisters were off on a church outing for the evening. Jotaro had the house to himself. Quiet music was playing, and I felt really good. Our problems and worries just melted off us ant that moment. I wanted this moment to last.

"Ever wonder what's out there?" Jotaro asked.

We just had seen Star Wars on video for the first time. It was an excellent movie, too!

"Sometimes I do, Jotaro. sometimes I do," I said.

"I wonder if there are alien boys who are like us, gay, alone, and scared. alien boys who have lovers to be close to, to talk to when life gets rough for them. I wonder how they have sex. Do they do it like we do?" Jotaro wondered.

"Hell of a good question," I said.

"You have to wonder if Captain Kirk had any gay crewpeople on the Enterprise, and why they were never shown going on missions with him. Or if Batman had a crush on Robin," Jotaro stated.

"Ha! If that happened, they'd be hauled off to a shrink double quick!" I exclaimed.

"Huh. Can you imagine Batman going to a shrink? Yes sir, Robin turns me on incredibly hot!" Jotaro started laughing hard.

We rolled on the florr for a few minutes, laughing hard and enjoying it. I finally stopped, and looked at him. He finally caught his breath and looked at me.

"Could never happen, because it's just fantasy. We are real, you and me, and it can, and will happen for us," Jotaro said.

I felt something move deep inside me. "Man, that's true!" I exclaimed.

"Yeah, I know. I talked to my Grandfather yesterday, and he told me to stop worrying about what other people think of you and me being together, and to concentrate on us. Things will eventually solve themselves. That's what he told me," Jotaro said.

"He's right. We gotta stop worrying about things. Those things will take care of it's self in time. Let's me and you just be together, right here and now. I love you," I said, kissing him on the mouth.

Jotaro returned the kiss passionately. He slowly undressed me right there on the patio, stripping each article of clothing off me slow. Once I was naked, he sank down to his knees, and nuzzled my growing cock with his lips.

"Please, lover," I shivered with etcasy.

Jotaro slipped my hard cock into his mouth, and started sucking on it. I sighed, feeling so good. He stopped a moment later, led me to the big pillows that were on the patio, and laid me down on them. He stretched out between my legs, and took my cock back into his mouth, starting to suck again. His head moved up and down on my cock. I could feel my cock moving inside his warm, wet mouth. It was the most incredible sensations I'd ever felt. I really truly loved it. I moaned softly, feeling the intense feelings coming up. Jotaro stopped, and quickly undressed. His fingers tickled the head of my cock, keeping it stiff and the feeling going. He coated my cock with the ky we used now, having heard of it's uses in sexual purposes. He drew his briefs down, then stopped.

"I gotta hole in these!" he declared, then a smile slid over his face. "Got an Idea," he said.

He pulled them back up, then straddled my hips. Jotaro took hold of my hard cock, directed it to the hole in his briefs, poked it through, and to his rose. A moment later, my cock slid up into his tight ass. I couldn't believe I was fucking Jotaro throgh his red briefs. It was so wild(that wsn't the only time we did that. We did other kinky stuff, too)! I got off like I never had before. After I had ejaculated inside Jotaro, he lay down next to me and hugged me to him.

"Feel better, now? I do." he whispered into my ear.

"Oh, yeah, definetly. That was a great fuck! Never fucked anyone through his underwear before," I said.

"It was fun for me too," Jotaro laughed.

He sighed. "life is so good for us right now. I hope this good life continues for us."

"I hope so too," I said, stripping his now useless underwear off him.

I could feel his erect cock pressing against my leg. I stroked it for a moment.

He kissed my neck. I turned to face him, and we kissed.

"Love you," he whispered.

"Love you Jotaro," I whispered back.

We lay there watching the sun go down, and disapear behind the moutains. I wished I could have spent the night there with him. There were plenty of oppourtunities for us to do that later. Just us being together was enough. What more could I want? Peace in my life. To be left alone so that I could celebrate my love for a boy named Jotaro, with Jotaro. To give to him everything that I was, and more. That's all. I couldn't understand then why adults thought it was wrong for boys our age to have sex with each other. Jotaro and I were in love, and happy.

He nudged me awake. I had fallen asleep in his arms, the warmth of his body putting me to sleep.

"David, David, wake up love," he whispered.

"What?" I whispered, waking up slow.

"You gotta get home, before that big sister of yours comes looking for you," he urged.

Jotaro dressed me and walked me to the door. "God, I wish you could stay with me tonight."

"So do I, lover. Next time we will," I said, kissing him good night. "Love you."

"Love you, too. See you at school tomorrow," Jotaro smiled as I left.

There were plenty of times that we spent the nights together. Plenty of times that we made love to each other. Plenty of times we got a bit kinky, too. But that's for another chapter.

Jotaro Chapter 4 We Become Steady Lovers By David (DAG1064@aol.com)

There was no question now whatsoever in our minds that we truly loved eah other. Each time we made love to each other brought us closer and closer. In private we acted like romantics. In public, we acted like ordinary teens. Like all lovers, we had our share of arguments. But they were never bad enough to break us up. They were a part of our relationship, growing pains of the relationship if you will. Jotaro's parents told us that they were very normal to happen. The first time we argued, I was afraid that we were going to break up. I didn't want to lose him. We had argued over some stupid school aasingment. It turned out later that both of us were wrong about it, but that's not important. The fact was that we had our first real argument, and I was feeling very miserable about it. We didn't talk to each other for about a week. Jotaro's Father finally stepped in and really let the both of us have it between the ears. We really deserved that scolding, too.

"You two need to stop acting like little children and resolve this silly little argument of yours," he said. "You two shouldn't end a great friendship because of a little disagreement over some school assignment."

I knew he was right, and so did Jotaro. We sat there in his room for a while, not saying anything. I was the first to break the silence. "Jotaro, I'm sorry for the things I said. I didn't mean them at all. Please forgive me. I'm......I'm afraid of losing your friendship, and love."

Jotaro looked at me, then stood. "David, It's my fault for starting this whole thing. It's me who should be asking you to forgive me. I said things to you that weren't right. I'm sorry."

We looked at each other for a long time. Then I stood up and grbbed him and hugged him close to me. We both started crying as we hugged each other. I knew right then that we were okay. I wish I could say that was the only argument we ever had in the five years we were together, but there were quite a few more. But we always managed to kiss and make up. We both realized that arguments were a healthy part of our relationship and brought us new understanding as to how each other saw things. We argued over trivial things, school, issues of the day, and things that affected us personally. We also talked more about our fears, especially me. Jotaro had nothing to fear about his parents knowing about us, because they already did. Mine didn't however, and that was a real fear as to what could happen if they did find out. My Mom was so against gays it wasn't funny. My Dad, well, I didn't know what he felt about gay people until I finally told him four years ago (1993). His reaction was that he had his suspicions, but chose not to say anything because of what my Mom would do. Back then, I was afraid that Mom would have me committed to a hospital. I had all kinds of nightmares over it. Jotaro listened to them, and comforted me the best he could. I had met Jotaro back in 1979, when I was fourteen and in the last three months of junior high. Back then, there was no support for gay youth like there is now. Gay youth have excellent support groups to go to for help now, especially now that there are online web sites that they can go to, and the adult gay community is finally waking up to the fact that gay youth do exist. But back in the late seventies and the early eighties, there was no support for gay youth of any kind. You just suffered in silence, and that is where the tragedy lies. Sad but true.

Anyway, we were just like any average couple. We did things together. We went biking together, bowled, collected comics, played on his computer, and loved. We even made future plans together.

"What do you think we will be like ten years from now?" I asked Jotero one afternoon.

"We will still be together, that's for sure. You're the only thing I need in my life," Jotaro said.

"That's cool. I like that thought," I said.

"Me too. I'm seriously thinking of going to college to study computers. I've heard that's the big thing now," he said.

"You got me interested in them now. You sure know alot about them," I said, snuggling up to him closer in bed.

Jotaro kissed me on the cheek. "Well, you asked a lot of questions as to how they work and what they can do. Maybe you ought to go to college and take the same classes with me. We could go into business together working with computers."

I grinned. "That's an awesome idea!"

"I thought so, too. I've been thinking about this for a long time, and I finally made up my mind that's what I wnt to do for the rest of my life, besides loving you," Jotaro commented.

I hugged him. Jotaro always knew just what to say to make me feel good. Jotaro was probably the only person in my life who really understood me, even though other people back then and now say that to me. I asked him about that.

"Why is it that people constantly tell me that they understand me real well when they don't?"

"It's because they aren't as intimate with you as I am. To really truly understand someone, you have to be real intimate with them. That's why you and I get along so well. That's why my parents get along so well. We are so intimate with each other, that sometimes I know exactly what you are thinking or are about to say. I know what you are capable of doing. I know what your limits are, and I want to help you stretch them even more. I want to help you overcome your fears, and your disabilities(he knew of my hearing disability, and my learning disability and was constantly enouraging me to better myself in school.), and help you overcome your self doubts. I want to help you find your self identity, and your sexual one as well. I want to help you overcome the pain you feel deep down inside over why your biological mother gave you up(he knew I was an adopted kid) and help you overcome your fears that you have about your family finding out about you," he said.

I nodded. "I understand a lot of things about you, love. I'm learning how you think, why you do things a certain way, why you are different from me, what makes you tick, why you love me the way you do."

"That's why we are such a great couple," he smiled.

He was right. I've learned that time and time again in the other relationships that I've had, even when they didn't work out, even when the second one burned me financially and abused me, and the third lived too far away and just wnted to play. Love is such a complicated thing to figure out sometimes. But with Jotaro and I, it was never complicated. We knew we loved each other, and cared for each other.

Jotaro touched my bare chest in that unique way of his, and I knew right then he wanted to make love to me. I put my worries right out of my mind, and concentrated on what he was doing. I felt his fingers move across my chest and play with my hardning nipples. I moaned softly, feeling real good. His right hand grazed my cock lightly, and it became hard and erect instantly. He tickled my balls while sucking and licking at my nipples.

"Jo, oh Jo, that....." I breathed.

He knew what I was trying to say. He kissed me on the mouth, and I returned the kiss as passionately as I could. His hand grasped my cock and stroked it up more. I could feel myself getting real close to release. Jotaro slowed the stroking down.

"Not yet, lover. I want it inside of me. I want to feel you cum inside of me, lover."

I sighed, wanting to be inside of him. Jotaro kissed his way down my torso, making the feelings much more intense for me. He slipped my hard cock into his mouth, sucking on it gently. I heard his nightstand drawer open. He pressed the tube of ky into my hand. I opened it and squeezed a ribbon of ky onto my fingers. I lubed up his rose, pressing two fingers against the opening and feeling them slip into him. I heard him moan softly as I wiggled my fingers around deep inside of him.

"I'm ready for you now, lover. I want you inside me," he whispered.

Jotaro got onto his back, and I moved up between his legs. I slowly pressed my cock against his rose and felt it slip up inside of him. God, it felt so good inside of him. I nearly came right then. I fought back the feeling, then worked the rest of my six inches into him. I finally got completely inside of him. I looked down into his eyes, and there was the deepest love there. I began to move my cock in and out of him, making the sweetest love to him I could. I felt like I was in another place. The feelings were so intense. I moaned and groaned as I labored, wanting to pleasure him. Jotaro pleasured my cock by squeezing it tightly with his anal muscle each inward stroke. It finally got too much.

"Jo....I'm cum....cum....cumming....oh, lover!" I cried as I felt my cum travel rapidly through my cock and into him.

I fucked him hard and fast, feeling his rose squeeze my cock hard. That was one of the few very intense comes I'd ever had. After I finished cumming, Jotaro held me in his arms and rubbed my back while I rested. I couldn't say anything. There was no need to. I was so happy to be with him, and having been able to make love to him. He knew that I loved him very much. We both knew that sex really wasn't nessessary to prove that we loved each other. We did it to celebrate our love for and to each other. There could be no other greater joy than making love to someone very special in your life, and giving you essence to that person.

I stayed overnight with him. My parents were out of town, and so were my sisters. My brother was up at his boarding school by this time, so I was able to be with Jotaro. We sat out on the patio the next morning, watching the sun rise. Jotaro stood, and started his Tai Chi katas. It was a real experience to watch him perform them nude. I loved to watch him do them nude. It was like watching a slow ballet. I was learning the katas, Jotaro teaching me them. I always felt good after doing them. I thought they made my day go better. We fed each other breakfast, then went to take a shower together. School was out for the summer, and we had planned on biking out to a small lake next to our town to fish. We had planned this excursion the day before. We carried our poles and whatever was needed out to the lake. The day was bright and clear. We found a private spot where we had plenty of shade and threw our lines in. Jotaro and I stripped down to our swim shorts, and rubbed the sunscreen on each other. His hands felt good on me.

"Whatcha thinkin', Dave?" Jotaro asked me a moment later.

"I've had interesting lines of thought of late. One thought is that Mom and Dad found out, and threw me out of the house for good. Your parents took me to Japan when you went back. I lived with you there for the rest of our lives. Another is that they had me committed, you got busted while trying to break me out, and got sent back to Japan. I managed to escape, and got chased all the way to LAX(Los Angeles International airport), snuck on a plane headed for Japan, and found you somehow. Your parents took me in, and helped to keep me in Japan. Another one is that my parents gave me up to your parents, telling them to take me far away and that I was never allowed back," I said.

"If you ever came to live with me in Japan, David, we would be very happy together. Japanese society is very tolerant of gay people, as long as they don't make too many waves. I think the gay community is a little more accepted there than here. Besides, our history is very rich in things like gay love and boy love. Bet you didn't know that," Jotaro commented.

"No, I didn't! That's amazing! I've heard of boylovers, but people call them child molesters, Jotaro. How do you know so much about them?" I asked.

"My uncle is one," Jotaro said. "He was the one I told you about, that taught me all about sex."

"Do your parents know about that?" I asked.

"Yes," Jotaro answered. "They had asked him to teach me."

"They did?" I asked, surprised.

"Yeah. I was surprised, too. I didn't think they had known about me. But they did," Jotaro stated. "They didn't give me a whole lot of grief over it. I've got three other brothers back home that are married, so the Clan will continue."

"They are so cool, Jotaro. You got too lucky," I said.

"I know it. David, you shouldn't worry so much about your parents finding out. If they do, we'll deal with that when the time comes. For now, just enjoy your life. Be happy with where you are now. It wouldn't hurt to set up a contingency plan or two just in case, though. I hope to God we never have to use them," he said seriously.

We discussed a few plans, and eventually came up with two good ones. Thank God, they were never needed. Both plans included the assistance of his Family. It was nice to know that they were standing behind me.

We enjoyed the rest of the day fishing, and then swimming. We swam nude in the lake, then got daring and made love to each other by the water's edge, even rolling into the water while Jotaro was fucking me. That was a wild experience for both of us! We took the fish home that we caught, and had a fish fry. It was a real warm summer night, so we slept out in the backyard of his house underneath the stars. Seeing the ountless stars made us feel small, but we knew that we had a place in this great grand design called life as we knew it. Maybe we couldn't change the world, but we sure changed each other's lives. Making love underneath the stars was a unique experience for us. To feel the cool night breeze on our naked bodies as we made love to each other was a experience I'll never forget. we did that many times more in the five years that we were together was fantastic. Fortunately, the neighbors never caught us.

We spent a lot of time toghether during that first summer. It helped to cement our relationship even more. We talked more, did lots of things together. His parents always invited me to go with them places when they went touring California, the state I lived in. My parents by this time had known that Jotaro and I were friends from school, but never knew that we were lovers. It was for the best back then, and now? I wonder how they would react if I had told them that Jotaro and I had been lovers. They liked Jotaro, and had told me that I had found a good friend. They were absolutely right, too. Jotaro was more than just a friend. He was my lover, my partner, my confidante, my everything. He completed me.

Our sex life was good, up to about the middle of July that year. Jotaro unexpectedly changed things one day.

"David, check out what I got!" he said excitedly.

"What?" I asked.

He showed me a piece of rubber that was shaped like a cock. It vibrated in my hand when he turned it on.

"What the hell is this?" I exclaimed.

"It's called a vibrator, a vibrating dildo," he explained. "You put a condom over it, and work it up inside of you, then turn it on."

"People use these things?" I questioned.

"Yeah. Wild, huh?" he grinned.

"I don't know about this," I said warily.

"Give it a try, David. If you don't like it, I'll never bring it out again. I promise," Jotaro said.

"Okay." I agreed.

I lay on my back, and re unrolled a condom over it. After rubbing the ky into me, he slowly pushed it into me and sank it in to the hilt. It was about the same size as Jotaro's cock, so there was no pain. He turned it on. At first, it was like a little buzz there. He turned up the speed on it untill it was really vibrating. God, it felt wierd, but good! Jotaro slowly worked in and out of my ass, and twisted it around. Man, did that thing feel good! I preffered his cock, though, and he knew that. Jotaro bent over my erect cock and started to suck me off. It was too much, and I came in a rush, coaating his tonsils with my hot sperm. I collapsed, sighing in etcasy.

"Liked that?" he whispered.

"Yes, I did. But I really prefer your very erect and live cock, lover. That's so much more pleasing," I said.

"I know you do. I just thought it would be an interesting experience for you. It is for me!" he giggled.

"What other wild kinky thing have you thought of?" I wanted to know.

His grin was enough to warn me.

"Well, since you asked......" Jotaro laughed.

"I'm afraid to ask," I groaned.

He laughed some more. "There's plenty of time for you to find out, love." I did, too. We had fun with them, too!

Jotaro Chapter Five: Summer of Pain and Love David Logan DAG1064@aol.com

Our summer was going well up to the day my Grandfather died. It was a very hard thing for me to deal with,and Jotaro did what he could to confort me. My Grandfather and I had a very close relationship. He understood me well, nd even though he never said the actual words, I knew that he knew about Jotaro and me.He welcomed Jotaro to his little apartment that he had after moving to our town that I lived in. I got to see him two, three times a week. My Grandfather was awise man, and he always had good advice for things. He told me one day that the best way to find out what kind of character a person has is to see how many friends they have, and what kind of people they are.My Grandfather was alway walking around the apartment complex that he lived at, and soon everyone got too know him. He would fix things for people, and sit and listen to them talk when they needed someone to talk to. The kids who lived there loved him too.My Grandfather certainly left his mark on a lot of people. I didn't realize that until the day of the funeral. There were so many people there that day.What he had said about people rang loud and clear in my head. I don't really remember much of that day, but I do remember Jotaro's arms around me the whole time. I don't remember what words he said, if any, but I remember him being close to me and that got me through. Seventeen years now, and the pain is still there. That was my first experience of losing someone I loved. I know now it's a part of life, but it sucks.

Things slowly got better a few weeks later. My Mom stopped being so emotional(my Grandfather was her Father), and went back to work. My Dad and my two sisters went back to thier respective jobs. I started dealing with the feelings of the loss, and the therapist I was seeing at the time helped me trememdously. How she knew about Jotaro and me, I'll never know. She was a cool lady who tried to help me. She succeded in some areas, but it was Jotaro's love and caring that really helped. I had a lot of problems with my self identity crisis that I was going through as a result of trying to deal with my hearing disability, learning disability, and growing up. People told me that I was growing faster physically than emotionally and mentally. Jotaro accepted me for who I was, faults and all.

"I'm not looking at them when I look at you, David. When I look at you, I see a person with a great personality and a good heart," he'd say to me. He was right, and I knew it. Being human, I guess we all posses a certain amount of self doubt. I certainly cornered the market on it! But I got past it, thanks to him and his loving support.

The rest of the summer passed quietly. Nobody felt like doing much of anything. Everyone who had jobs kept themselves busy at them. The only real person I could talk to was Jotaro. We continued our discussions of what we feared the most. Jotaro listened while I talked, I listened while Jotaro talked."I sometimes wonder what would happen yto me if my parents didn't accept my being gay," he said. "Those thoughts scare me."

"Yeah, I know what you mean.I've had some nasty nightmares over those thoughts," I replied.

"It's hard to understand why people hate gay people so much, or other people. Why? There's no reason to hate someone because they're different!" he exclaimed.

"Happens all the time. Not much we can do about it. It takes a lot of people willing to stand up and say enough," I said.

"Yup, isn't that the truth.," he nodded.

"Jotaro, I love the things about you that make you different from me. Your unique differences is what gives you your individuality," I stated.

"I love the ones you have, David. I just wish you wouldn't worry about them so much. You got so much to give to a person,our relationship, and your fmily to let that crap bog you down and that's what's happening," he said.

I thought bout what he said for a long time. Jotaro and other people were right, but I wasn't grsping that too well. Jotaro's fears were similar to mine. What if our families didn't want us because we were gay, and lovers? That queston and that fear haunted us for a long time. Jotaro's parents told us many times that they loved us and would never hurt us. They understood my own fears about my own family finding out about me. They promised to never tell. I never doubted them, either. Jotaro's parents were the greatest parents I'd ever met, They were like a second Mom and Dad to me.

It was late August now, and we hadn't made love in a long while due to the fact that I was grieving over the loss of my Grandfather. His parents had gone out of town for the evening, and I got to stay at his house overnight. We decided to go swimming in his pool, so he stripped me naked first. After I stripped him, we jumped in. I noticed some changes had occurred to his bosy. His cock had gotten longer, his balls a little fuller. He had more hair around his cock than last time.

"Looks pretty good," I commented, brushing the pubic hair with the palm of my hand.

Jotaro exhaled sharply. "Feels good, what you're doing there."

I fondled him some more, watching the expression change with each pass of my hand against his cock and balls. I felt his hands start to explore me.

"You've filled out a bit," he said.

"Mom's good cooking," I craked.

"Won't argue there. Your Mom's good," he complemented.

We huuged, then kissed. He took my hand and led me to the pool. We swam and splashed around bit. The cool water felt good against my bare skin. We relaxed and sat on the steps of the pool and I leaned against him. His bare skin felt good against mine.

"Never want this to end," he whispered.

"I know," I replied.

He held me for a long time, not saying anything. We watched the sun set. Eventually we got out of the pool and Jotaro lit a fire in the small fire pit on the edge of the patio. He made a dinner out of soup, salad, and fire baked potato.

"Jotaro, does anyone really know what the future is going to be?" I asked.

"The only person who knows is God, David. Our future is in his hands and we don't need to worry," Jotaro replied, brushing the hair out of my face.

"Reason I asked, is because I know of someone who went to a fortune teller to find out his future. I thought of going to one myself," I explained.

"Don't. They are frauds and cheats, and there is no way anyone can tell the future by staring into a crystal ball or with playing cards. Leave them alone, David. They are not worth your valuable time," Jotaro stated.

I nodded. "Okay, I promise not to see any. Besides, my therapist says that part of growing up and stretching that us humans do while dealing with unexpected situations. If we know what's going to happen, the outcome will be different, and I might not learn the lesson that is there for me to learn."

"I agree with her. She's right, David," he said.

His fingers slowly played with my nipples, getting them hard.. I sighed, enjoying the sensations.

"It is the only way that you and I will grow up, is to experience the future as it happens and leave the outcome to karma," he stated.

Jotaro proceeded to run his fingers up and down my sides, getting me so fired up.

"Let's experience a little of it right now," he suggested, kissing me on the throat.

All I could do was moan. He took that as a positive sign, and continued to pleasure my hot spots on my neck while his hands and fingers explored my body. I felt his fingers touch and explore my cock and balls. He slipped out from underneath me and went into the house. He returned a moment later with scissors, a comb, a razor, and shave cream.

"What....?" I questioned.

"Trust me," he said.

I lay back on the sun bed cushions and watched him comb my pubic hair, then he took the scissors and cut the hair down and trimmed the sides short. He carefully washed my genitals, then applied the shave cream. When he had finished shaving me, my balls were very smooth again, and my pubic hair was in a very neat triangle shape.

"I've started doing this to myself, David. The short hair makes the contact better, and if I choose to use condoms, I'll be able to cover the entire shaft better. The hair looks so much neater," he explained to me.

I had wondered why his pubic hair was a bit short last time we made love over a month ago. I knew now! Jotaro instructed me how to do it to him, and I surprised myself by doing it right. Jotaro was right, it did make contact better, and the feelings were so much better, too! We continued to do that to each other until the day he went home to Japan.

He lay down next to me and kissed me again. His soft lips felt good on mine. He took me into his arms and rolled me on top of him. I reached down and pulled both cocks together up between us, trapped there by our abdomens. I gently rocked my body against his, and we sighed contentedly. I moved off him and moved into a 69, taking his cock into my mouth. I felt my cock slip into his wet, warm mouth and I nearly went ballistic. I sucked on his cock hungrily, wanting to taste his sweet cream. He pushed me off his cock, then opened the tube of ky and squeezed a little on my rose after he raised my legs. He slipped hi hard seven inch cock into me. That felt so good to me! I looked into his eyes, and saw something there that I just can't describe. He slowly fucked me, moving his cock in and out of me slow. He got very vocal, saying my name and how much he loved me. He kept on fucking me slow, and I knew it must have been hard to hold out that long. Jotaro suddenly gasped out loud, whimpering. I felt his cum shoot into my ass, and that was so good to feel! He continued to slowly slide in and out of me, getting very vocal and writhing around on top of me. I held him after he slipped out of me.

"Please," he whispered.

He lay on his side, and I entered him slow and easy. His tight ass felt so good on my cock. I sighed, and closed my eyes. I had a vision of us doing this when we were old. I kept fucking him slow like he had to me until I couldn't take it anymore and unloaded into him. He kissed me after we broke apart, and then the next thing I knew was that I woke up in the morning light, in his arms.

I hated to go home that morning. I felt really good. I was real careful in what I said to my family, and what I said woke them up. We spent the day talking about how we felt about losing Grandpa. That was one of the very few times I felt close to my family.

Jotaro Chapter Six by DAG1064@aol.com

September came, and with it, our sophmore year in high school. We both looked forward to it, wondering what classes we would have that year. I was a little nervous that first morning, but Jotaro made the day better by managing to have three classes with me. That definetly made life so much better. Still, we relized the wisdom of being careful how we interacted out in school. We didn't want to have any problems with the other students. I had the usual stuff, and the extra class I had that year was choir. I loved to sing(and still do. The only two places I can carry a tune now is in the shower and my car!) and got in the choir easily. Jotaro liked to hear me sing.

"You sound real good, keep it up," he'd say.

I did, too. I never would be a world class singer, but I liked it and always had a good time. He continued to help me with my math, even though he didn't have to. His english by now was real good, so he didn't need any help in that area anymore. We had science class together, so it was a natural for us to team up together for lab which we had once, twice a week. We had PE together and he loved that, having a locker next to mine. Well, at least we got to see each other! The third class was social studies. Jotaro had an interest in that field. He liked to explore the different social structures of each country to see how people lived. Things in this country have changed quite significantly since my high school days. I'm sure Jotaro would have found all those changes interesting.

Our love life slowed down quite a bit now that we were in school again. The times that we did get together and make love to each other were always anticipated. We took our time to enjoy all the pleasures to be had, wanting to satisfy the other till the next time. I never got tired of how he touched me, how he'd love me, the way he'd kiss me, and do the things he did. He enjoyed the things I did to him. Everytime we made love to each other, we discovered just how much we loved each other. It was one of these times that we started talking about our future together. I had just turned 16, and was starting to wonder just what I was going to do for a career.

"I've been thinking of late," Jotaro said.

"Oh? About what?" I asked, kissing him on the cheek.

"About life after high school, what we're going to do," he answered.

"I haven't really thought much about that," I said, snuggling up to him.

He hugged me close to him, his nude body pressed against mine.

"Time you should, time I should. We're gonna graduate in another two years. We need to decide what we're gonna do when we get out of school. Are we gonna go to work right away? Share a place together? Go into a career together? Those questions have been running around in my head the last few weeks. I've been checking out the computer field, and it looks like a good business to be in. It's growing steadily," Jotaro stated.

"I've had an interest in computers for quite awhile, but don't know much about them," I said.

"All the more reason for us to take some computer classes and learn about them, David. I'm sure there are a few computer stores around here that would teach a person how to use a computer once they bought one," Jotaro said.

"Then we go find out tomorrow. As for us living together, that would be so cool. We definetly will do that. We get along so well. As for us going into business together, all I can say is that we gotta try it," I said.

Jotaro hugged me. "Think of all the good times we'll have together!"

"I have, and even dreamed of it," I told him.

"Good dreams, I hope. We would be so happy together," he said.

"For sure!" I laughed.

Things were looking so good for me then. If I had known what was going to happen, I would have done everything to keep him here. I had constantly dreamed of being in love and then living with a guy prior to meeting Jotaro. I had thought that this was that chance I had been waiting for. I held him in my arms long after he went to sleep, hoping and prying that our dreams and plans for the future would come true.

We did check into a few places over the next few days, then signed up for a computer class together. We learned a lot about the various systems of the computer, how they worked, how to install memory, and other components, and how to repair the pc's. Technology has advanced considerbaly since the early 1980's and now I have a hard time keeping up, while my youngest neice can run circles around me about them. Go figure. We even went as far as to buy an old computer, and repair it ourselves. We must have done the right things, because it worked real good. That was an encouraging sign for sure. So we stayed with it. Jotaro got interested in the programming side of it. I tried to learn the basic, but couldn't quite get the hang of it myself. I stuck to the tech end of it, and he got the hang of the programming language. I really enjoyed opening up a bad computer, hunting down the problem and fixing it. Some computers we got proved to be a real challenge, others were easy to fix. It was eventually agreed on that we would go into business together fixing the computers.

Christmas time came. Jotaro and I had our own little Christmas together a week early. He and his parents were going back to Japan to visit relatives. I got lucky and was able to spend the night at his house. I had gone and bought him a little gold chain to wear around his wrist and he adored it. He gave me a ring with our initials inside it(gone now, someone was nice enough to steal it when I moved due to a job change). But the best presents we gave each other was ourselves. Our lovemaking that night was slow, soft, and sweet. We did everything together, trying to please the other. I wanted him to be happy, to be satisfied before he left the next morning.

"I love the gold chain, love. I'll think of you when I wear it. But the best gift I got tonight was you. You make me so happy," he whispered into my ear as he slowly fucked me.

"You're welcome," I moned softly, feeling his hard strong cock move inside me.

He was deliberately fucking me slow, wanting me to really enjoy the sensations of him inside me. I could hear him moan softly, whispering my name and saying how much he loved me. Suddenly he shivered, and I felt his hard cock contract a few times.

"I came, love. I came," he breathed into my ear.

I turned my head around so we could kiss. His tounge slipped into my mouth, and mine rubbed his as he started the fucking motion again. I felt his cock get hard inside of me again.

"Oh, baby!" I groaned in pleasure.

He rolled onto his back, taking me with him. I raised up on my hands, and he really began thrusting into me.

"Coming!" he gasped, shoving his cock deep into me hard.

Jotaro sighed and relaxed after he had finished ejaculating into me. I got off him and kissed him. He smiled at me as he grasped my cock and drew me close to him, then inside of him. I slid all the way in and he kissed and licked my nipples, getting me so worked up. I fucked him as slow as I could, then coming deep into him after crossing that line. He held me close afterwards, kissing and caressing me. His touches set me off. I caressed him all over, enjoying the tender softness of his body next to mine. We finally drifted off to sleep, holding onto each other.

The holidays were good for me, and I was happy that he was off in Japan enjoying it with his relatives, but I still missed him. I dreamed of him on Christmas Eve. We were in our own place together, being comfortable on the couch, watching a fire in the fireplace. We kissed, and then made love to each other right there. I woke up that morning feeling real good inside. I couldn't wait to see him again. They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder, and well it was true in this case. When he came home three days after the New Year, I was overjoyed to see him. He was happy to see me also, and he brought me a kimono from Japan. It was a blue color, and it was warm and comfortable. I wore it all the time for years until it gave out. It was my favorite thing to wear at home. Wish I still had it. He showed me pictures of his home in Japan, and pictures of his relatives. He sure had a nice family. Then he gave me a card that they had signed to give to me. That card made me feel real good to know that others in his family had accepted me too. We made plans to go to Japan after we got out of high school.

Jotaro Chapter Seven: "1981"

It was Jan. 1981 now. We were together again, and we were happy. We went back to school after the winter break was over, and got back into school books. Now that we had decided to go into the computer field together, we geared our classes into that direction.

We managed to get together as often as we could, and enjoyed being close. Sometimes we were able to make love, sometimes not. Having sex with each other wasn't inportant, being close was. We continued to help each other with schoolwork, and my grades improved some more. My folks were happy about that, and they seemed to think my friendship with Jotaro was a good thing for me. If they actually knew that we were lovers, they never let on. To this day I wonder if they really knew about us.

A few major events took place in 1981. One of my sisters had been dating a guy who I liked a lot. I thought he was so cute! They announced that they were going to get married in the summer. My family was glad at the news, and so was I. It meant that I would get my own room before long, and that meant much more privacy with Jotaro. Up to that point, I had been sharing a room with my younger brother, Robbie. He was really turning into a pain: he never let me and Jotero have any privacy when ever Jotaro came over. I never had any privacy when I wanted to be alone and play with myself, dreaming of Jotaro.

Living with Robbie was extremely stressful. My family waas constantly on the edge, and my Mom was the one most affected. The fact that he was going to be home for the summer from the boarding school did not make my Mom happy at all. When my relatives in New York were told the news, they were very happy. They knew the situation with Robbie, and one of my uncles, a bear of a man, offered to come out for the weeks after school got out to help with things. What he really meant was that Robbie would be his responsiblity, and Mom would not worry about him while we were getting things squared away for the wedding. Mom looked very happy when she got off the phone that evening.

In the months leading up to the wedding, Mom was busy doing all the endless things that needed to be done for the wedding. Naturally Robbie kept on doing his shit, getting into trouble more than ever on the weekends. A simple trip to the library became a situations where Robbie had broken into someone's car and stole money out of the glove compartment. I remember my Dad was furious about that. After he and Robbie discussed it, Robbie couldn't sit down for a day or two. Jotaro knew I was so stressed out from him, he did everything he could to be supportive.

School and working around the house kept me busy, but not too busy to see Jotaro. His family were always glad to see me, and I always felt welcome there at his house. It was also a refuge of sorts for me, where I could escape things at home. The stress there was prety bad, and I felt sorry for my parents having to endure Robbie's shit that he pulled at school. I did what I could to help reduce the stress, and even though they didn't acknowledge my efforts then, they usually did later on.

"Feel better?" Jotaro asked me one afternoon in May, after he gave me an intense massage.

"Definitely," I sighed. "You should do this for my folks."

"That's an idea, but I wouldn't go as far with them as I do with you, love. I'm sure they would appreciate it," Jotaro said. "Instead, I'll show you how you can massage the neck and shoulders areas so they can feel relaxed."

Jotaro did teach me, and that night, I did it for my Dad. I got him so relaxed, he slept real good for the first time in ages. He liked it, and so did my Mom. They never had to ask twice, I automatically did it when they were in thier favorite chairs watching tv. I know I helped them tremendously.

Sex slowed down between me and Jotaro for a while, he knew why, and didn't care. The few times we did do it, it was heaven. I loved to kiss and touch him, he loved to hold me and lick every part of me. I loved to suck on his nipples, the points standing out so hard and firm, he loved to lick and suck on my balls. We both loved to 69 each other and suck on each other's hard cock. He would get very passionate while fucking me, I loved to feel his hard cock move inside of me. I too, would get very passionate while being joined with him, my own cock deep inside of him. It was a deep joyous communion that we both loved to share with the other. It made us feel good about ourselves, and about being with each other. I treasured those moments, and still do.

"How do you fell now, lover?" Jotaro whispered in the dark of his room.

"I feel wonderful tonight, just being here, and being loved by you Jotaro," I whispered.

I felt his lips nuzzle the side of my neck, sending shivers up and down my spine.

"You make me feel complete lover," he whispered, his fingers tickling the bottom of my balls.

"Oh, baby, yes....feels good," I moaned.

We rolled together, our lips meeting and dancing together. I felt his tongue in my mouth, and the sensations are wonderful. I forget who I am, and feel myself melt into him. It's as if we have become one together, our love bringing us to this place and time, a place where time stops for lovers to enjoy the other. (I couldn't help but cry a little at the emotions I'm feeling are getting too much for me.) Jotaro knows, understands what I'm feeling, he's experiencing it too. It doesn't matter how many times we have made love, each time we do, we experience it for the first time again and again. (Those are the moments that stand out in my memories more than anything else that I can remember about Jotaro. There is so much to remember, too.)

My Uncle John arrived at the second week of June. I had met him only once, so I was extremely happy to meet him. He was glad to see me, too. Once Robbie understood what was going on, he really cut loose. That ended real quick. All I remember was that my Uncle John had one discussion with him, and Robbie flew the straight and narrow for the rest of the summer. When Uncle John met Jotaro, he immediately knew that Jotaro and I were lovers. It blew us away that he could tell. He told us later that he had some gay friends in New York.

Uncle John was straight, and he didn't approve of it, but he respected us to let us be. He approved of Jotaro, and that made me glad. If it had been any other guy, I think he would have told me to drop the guy quick. What he saw in Jotaro I have no idea, but apparently he liked Jotaro alot. I was glad of that.

Things got real busy after Uncle John got there. Between him, me, Robbie, and Jotaro (he helped when he could), the house and yards got into shape quick. Jotaro and I managed a few quickies here and there, sucking his cock in the shed, him sucking mine in the camper, me taking him up my ass in the bathroom, and him taking me up his ass in the bedroom. Those were exciting moments, the element of getting caught were great, but that's what made it all daring. It's a wonder we didn't get caught.

The week of the wedding, the rest of the New York relatives arrived. I was happy to see them all, and introduced Jotaro to them. My grandfather Henry (my Dad's Father), caught on to us, and gave his approval as well. My Uncle Larry guessed too, but kept his thoughts to himself.

The house was getting a little full, so Jotaro offered to let me stay with him so others could use the bedroom that my brother and I shared. It had been already decided that some of them would stay in a hotel close by, so those arrangements got made and done. The next two days went by, lots of things being done, plans made for the rest of the week.

I had a very strong feeling inside of me that something was going to happen for Jotaro and me. I'd been feeling something deep inside of me, and I finally realized what it was. It was the need and desire to really make a special bond between us. I had gone and found a gold ring, just a plain one, nothing really fancy, and bought it. I had our initials put into it. I kept it in my pocket untill the morning of the wedding. We had gone to the church to open it and set things up three hours earlier. We finished putting the wedding bells in place on the pews like we were told to, and we looked up to the front of the church. The morning sun streamed through the stained glass, creating a rainbow effect. It was then I made my move.

"Jotaro, something I want to ask you," I said nervously.

"What, lover?" he asked.

I took his hand and led him up the steps, looking around to see if there was anyone there. I reached into my pocket for the ring.

"Jotaro, I love you so much. You mean everything to me. You-- complete me. You have made me happy. You have taught me so much. Will-- you be mine?" I whispered as I slid the ring on his finger.

He looked at me with tears in his eyes. "Yes."

He too, slipped a ring on my finger. "I promise to love you, care for you always."

We kissed, time stopping for us. That made us complete.

The rest of the day went by quick. I really don't remember just what happened the rest of the day, but it was a great one. Everything went well. That was definetly a special day for us. I stayed at Jotaro's that night. Our lovemaking was far more beautiful and passionate than it ever had been. We were so happy, I don't think we could ever feel anything else. His parents were told, and they gave us a bottle of champange to celebrate with. We knew I couldn't tell my parents for fear of what might happen, but one day I will, and hope they will understand. I never imagined being in love could be that awesome, that great, but it is. There is no other high like it. We were the happiest couple ever. We thought nothing could ever stop us from being together. Life was great for us.

Jotaro: Goodbye

I have decided to end our story here.

We loved each other through the hard times and the good. My life greatly changed after that. My family found out about us, and what they saw in us, changed them. Our relationship changed a lot of things in both families.

It was at the end of the year that Jotaro found out that they would be going home to Japan after his nineteenth birthday. We spent every moment we could together. Just knowing that in two years, we would be breaking up caused us much pain. There was nothing we could do.

We treasured every moment we could. On that last night together, we didn't do anything, we just clung to each other hoping it was a bad dream. It wasn't, and he was gone soon after his nineteenth birthday. That last, final night, our love-making was a lot more passionate and thorough. He held me inside me long after I came, and I held him in me long after he came in me. I never knew how much sadness there could be felt when he left.

Tragedy struck his family a year after they went back. All except Jotaro were killed in a freak traffic accident. We kept in touch, and I wished I could have been been there to give him support. He called me and we spent four hours on the phone. We continued to exchange letters up to the day when we both turned twenty-six.

Our birthdays were on the same day. That day, he had gone into the factory where he worked as a production manager. A freak accident claimed his life that day.

At that moment, I had a vision of him walking into the room that I rented and sitting on my bed. I recognized him, and we talked. He kissed me and told me that I would be happy again. He turned and walked through the wall. That's when I realized that something had happened to him.

A week later, two Japanese men knocked on my door. They handed me a box. Inside it was a plain, black cotton kimono that he made himself. They told me what had happened. I cried for hours after. I was unconsolable for months.

Now, there are times when I feel sad or depressed, I feel his spirit wrap his arms around me and whisper to me: "I'm here, David. I will always be here. I will always love you, even though I've crossed over. I will love you, because of how we loved each other, and because I loved you so much. I've got my essence deep inside you, and nothing can remove that."

It's been said that if someone loves you so much, if he dies, his spirit remains with you for the rest of your life. I believe that with all my heart, because it's happened to me, and it's very real. There is no greater power in this universe than love.

He was going to show me around Japan, and introduce me to his relatives. Someday I will go there and find where he has been laid to rest, and honor him. Then I will go and see the places we had planned on seeing together. I know he will like that.

Epilogue

I hope our story has touched many who reads this, and proves to the world that is is possible for gay teens and kids to have good, happy, healthy, and loving relationships. They do exist, and I ask that the world accept them and give them the support they need.

I know Jotaro still lives on inside of me. I want that. I can't live with out it. Our relationship was so strong and special. I doubt that will ever happen again. For the next man that I am with, those feelings will be different. What I felt with Jotaro, I could never feel with another man. Those feelings will be different. I think that's what makes love so unique and different. This story, and this poem, is lovenly dedicated to the one person who has changed my life. My friend and lover, Jotaro.

FOR JOTARO

We met at 14 Young men in search Finding each other Sharing our friendship. We fell in love I gave you my heart My love My soul You gave me your love, heart, soul, and life. We were so happy together. Love in our hearts Singing the same song Music that only we could hear Moving together On our beds Making sweet love You left at nineteen Going home I cried, heart broken We kept in touch Letters of love, written on my heart Leaving this life at twenty-six I cried again, bitter tears of loss You came to me Promising to be with me always Your spirit lives in me always.

I LOVE YOU.

David Logan

March 1997