HEY! I'm writing again. Sowwie it took me so long to write another story. I was busy with my boyfriend. Well, he WAS my boyfriend. This is a story about us. Hope you like it. I still love him. ~Jasin~
Love Only Matters
I don't know how to start this. But how COULD you start it? How can you type something down into paper, into WORDS, the happiest moment of your life? He tried to deny it, ignore it, and tried to tell me to stop loving him. But how could I? I was so infatuated with him that it didn't only scare him . . . it scared me. I'm sorry; I couldn't help falling for him.
He wasn't the type of boy I fall for at the time. His name was Kenny: He was tall, lean wit some muscle definition, a beautiful figure from head to toe, with a nice tan. His shoulder wasn't too broad and it wasn't too feminine. It was my definition of perfection. He was huge down there too, if you know what I mean hehe! And he was Chinese. I'm Chinese myself and I almost never feel attracted to Asians. I don't know why, but he was the only one that caught my eye. "Lets go to the movies." Kenny asked me. This was back in the day when we were still together.
"I don't know."
"Come on, it'll be fun, Jason." Kenny said with puppy dog eyes.
"Ok. What are we watching anyway?"
"Love Actually."
"That's sooo cute." I kissed him.
"Well, what could I say?" He grinned.
I wasn't much of a looker. But he was the one who flat out told me I was cute. So I just played along with the flirts and sex talk. And bam, we're going out. It was a surprise for me actually. I never thought someone that cute, sexy, funny, charming, nice . . . could want me. ME: the Chinese boy who was just gay, who was idealistic with relationships, kind of clingy, and moves too fast; so fast that I probably jump on you on our first date.
I know, I'm bad, but I couldn't help it. I'm only sixteen so you can blame it on my hormones. Kenny was 19. The age difference was kind of a problem for him. He said he was robbing my cradle, whatever that means. "Stop staring at me you dork." He was blushing.
"I can't help it." I said. He was driving and I had this huge urge to just look at him. It was like a painting. To me it was one of a kind, a work of art. I felt so lucky to be at his presents. He had a journal near by that he likes to write on. I read an entry as he was driving.
"November/ 27/ 04 I met a real cute Chinese boy. I can't believe I found myself a Jay Chou (a Chinese pop star). I love him so much."
He likes to play around saying I'm his Chinese pop star. It made giggle all the time.
"Haha I'm your Jay Chou?" I asked.
"Hell yah, you are." He extended his hand and held on to mine. I gave his hand a quick peck.
We stopped at the movies. This movie theater was more secluded so we might have some fun I thought. When we got there the movie just started. The whole place was filled with old couples. It gave me a quick thought of us getting old together. Seriously I thought it could happen. There wasn't a bad thing in our relationship. The movie started and it was just the previews. I secretly kissed Kenny through the previews in the dark. His lips were so soft, warm, and it melted all my problems away.
After I stop he always had his eyes closed and in a dreamy daze.
It was cute. The movie started and we got back to our seats. We held hands, fixed ourselves, and we were good to watch the movie. The movie was actually very good. Every time there was a romantic scene I gave Kenny a little push, telling him in my own way, "I love you." It was our little game. Then there was a kiss scene. We both raise our eyebrows with mischievous grins. We continued playfully attacking each other the rest of the movie. "Wow that was a good movie." Kenny said with a grin.
"What movie I wasn't paying attention?" I smiled.
"Yeah, you were too busy grabbing me."
"I can't help it."
He stuck his tongue out at me. " Wanna go get something to eat?" He asked.
"Yeah, I'm starving."
"HHmm, how about Taco Bell?"
"Haha, sure." He really loves Taco Bell.
He had a bad stomach for their kind of food, but he loves it. I swear sometimes he's just a little boy, which was adorable. We got some Taco Bell and drove back to my house. My grandma was the only one home so we quickly ran up to my room. "Jason, want something to eat?" My grandma asked.
"No thanks." ::Door shut::
I hungrily kissed Kenny all over. First, it started slowly on the lips, but then I just couldn't hold myself anymore. I lead him to my bed, but I didn't let go of him. My hands were comfortably resting his waist till he was down. Both of our hard-on's were rubbing each other and that only made me want him even more. Our breathing was getting quicker by the second it seem. I took off his pants slowly. God, his skin was so soft. He was wearing boxer briefs. The curves of his thighs and the bulge in his pants were truly overwhelming. I took everything off and it was just our naked bodies that were left. Nothing around us mattered. It disappeared. The only thing now that mattered was just me, Kenny, and the love we felt.
I took his cock in my mouth. The shaft felt so right, warm, and smooth. Kenny was panting and wanted me bad. My hand was rubbing his shaft up and down while I was sucking him. He was on the verge of exploding, but I didn't let him. We switched into a 69 and continued. Kenny made me go crazy when he use his tongue on me. I literally moan out load even when my grandma was just downstairs. "I'm . . . cumming." Kenny said gasping for breath.
He tensed up and shot like four times in my mouth, but I took it. His whole body relaxed after that. I went up to him. I started kissing him from the belly button, to his nipples, to his face. His eyes were closed with a smile stuck on his face.
"Kenny?"
His breathing was rhythmic and slow. Man, he fell asleep on me. "Your sucha dork, but I love you anyways." I whispered into his ears.
He was really tired that day. It didn't matter he fell asleep. I'm just glad he took time to come all the way here to see me, even when he had school the next day. College was really dragging him down.
I cuddled up next to him wrapping my arms around him, feeling his soft body.
My head was on his chest. His heart was beating; I could feel it and it brought some memories back. Last time I placed my head there, I remember him saying, "its beating for you." I knew right then I loved him. I can't wait for Christmas break to come. We have so much to do.
I hope you like it. It was kind of hard to write, but I had to. Sowwie for writing too, it hasn't been flowing the as it use to. I missed fan emails. Tell me if you like it, comments, should I continue.
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