Michael's Secret Love Chapter 7 April 27, 2000
Written By: Justin Case
Disclaimer: Here you are, on a gay erotic site. Do you belong here? Is it legal for you to be here? If it is, then you are welcome to stay. Oh, you say you hate gays and just want to see what sick things they write about? You're in the wrong place; I have to wonder how you found us, though. Why were you looking? Strike a nerve, did I? Feel a little defensive? It's OK, many of our own act like we hate us too. Your kind keeps us in shame. Sorry, it's really not a choice, you know it and I know it. After all, if it were a choice you wouldn't be here living in denial. We really are born this way. Hey, this story will contain some sexually graphic material so keep your eyes open and your minds.
Don't try these things at home, unless you include me. They could be dangerous. Remember, this story is fiction; I made it all up.
And now, words from our Author: Hello, hello! How you all doing out there in Netsville? I hope this finds you all well and in good health. I really do. So many have written me with their problems. My heart goes out to each and every one of you. Especially you, Drew; I hate Brian more than you know; and Jenn is a bitch. I know you love them both, but they are some real selfish people and don't understand us. Move on, my little friend, open your heart and you will find true love. To you, Romeo, hey, try the kid across the street. You know what I mean. He's ripe and ready, I know the signals. That hug he gave you was a 'meant to' hug; he's checking to see your response. You'd have better luck with him than Charlie. Charlie seems like such a one way kind of guy. I've had my share of them. Oh, and to you, Jojo, thanks for talking to me again. I wish we could have the kind of love you want, but it will never be. I am sorry; I live in the minds of many. For that I am truly grateful, but I have my "real" life outside Netsville. Hey, my real name isn't even Justin. I have a lifelong commitment and am happily involved with a real person in my real life. I am flattered though, truly I am.
One last comment, to all of you. I don't accept download mail. I received a virus a few months ago and no longer download. I know your mail doesn't have a virus; that's what the person whom I knew thought. He was just as surprised as me when our computers failed. I don't accept pictures, and really don't like to send mine out. I hate chain letters; I have good luck and don't need to have my mail clogged with anything that really isn't important, such as your letters of hope, they are very important. I hope you all understand. Thanks for your cooperation.
You can still email me at Justin69SK@aol.com
I sat there in the Lobster Shack, with James sitting across from me. What was I going to do? I had no ideas; my mind was circling, like vultures around their prey. Around and around until they pounced. Only nothing was coming, my mind was not seizing any thoughts of correction. I was feeling dizzy.
"I don't know, he just ran off," I replied, as noncommittal as possible.
"Oh, that's too bad, I was hoping we could play Blitz 2000 on the machine together. That's why I wanted to meet here," James said, and sounded a little put off.
"I don't know, James, I'm still not feeling well; I think I'm just going to go home and lie down," I said, feeling so depressed and guilty. I could feel tears welling in my eyes.
"Why don't you come to my place? I'll give you a back rub, that always makes you feel better. I'd like that; no one's home; they all went to some church thing. We'd have a couple of hours, just you and me," James said in his most persuasive voice. He smiled at me with want written all over his face.
It was those baby blues that brought me around. A massage would feel good; one coming from my James would relax me and maybe I could think clearly. I said, "Yeah, I love you, James. I really love you."
We left the Lobster Shack and headed to his place. I was starting to anticipate our time together, alone in his bedroom. I was already relaxing, well, not totally; my little friend was waking up. I could feel the beginnings of a boner building in my pants, thinking about James's soft hands rubbing my body. I loved this guy so much. I felt like I had betrayed our secret love and for that I felt guilt. I knew I would have to tell him of the incident, I just wanted to wait until the time was right. I mean, after all, it wasn't hurting him.
As we walked to his house I could smell the crispness of the air. I could hear the chickadees chirping and the crickets peeping in the meadows. The beauties of God's creations are awesome in early spring here in Maine. As we crossed the bridge over the Saco River, I could hear the water rushing over the rocks. I wondered how many years it took for all the boulders to be placed on the riverbed. I thought about the power of nature. I realized how small we really are in this prodigious universe. If we are that minuscule in comparison, my problems were less than that. Yeah, my problems were nothing when I thought of them in that manner. I'd just push them to the back of my mind and live on.
I was beyond horny when we finally got to James's; my dick was aching to be touched and caressed. I hungered for his touch, I desired his tenderness. I just wanted to be with him, to be loved and comforted, to love him in return the way it is meant to be. As we walked into the kitchen, I turned to him and gently kissed him on the lips.
"I love you, Michael," James said to me as we embraced each other.
"I love you too, James, with all my heart and soul. I love you today and will love you the rest of my life," I said, with all my heart. I meant it.
"Let's go upstairs and I can give you that back rub," James said, as he took his arms from around my body. He grasped my right hand with his left and led me upstairs to his bedroom.
James had his own bedroom; it was at the top of the stairs on the right side of the little hallway. Across the hall on the left was the guestroom. James's room was really neat; he is a clean freak. Everything in order, not like mine. James had a twin bed, on the right wall as you came in to the room. The head of the bed was just inside the door. At the foot of his bed he had an old Army footlocker that was his dad's. James kept his most prized possessions in that trunk, including the letters I have written him expressing my secret love for him. Just opposite the footlocker was his computer desk. In the middle of the wall directly across the room from the door was his window, the only one in the tiny room. To the left of the window was his dresser; on its top he kept my picture, and his cologne collection. On the wall to the left as you entered the door, he had his poster collection. James was a football fan; his favorite team was San Francisco. He had this fantastic poster of Steve Young; surrounding Young he had other posters. My favorite was the one he had of the whole Forty-Niners team.
"Why don't you take your shirt off? I'll put my comforter on the floor and you can lie down on it," James said as he grabbed the blanket from his bed and began to make a place on the floor for us.
I started taking off my shirt. I was so excited, my nipples were erect. My dick was screaming to be released. I laid down on the soft down comforter, stomach down. I rubbed my hard cock into the blanket; it felt so good. James sat at my side and began to run his hands up and down my back. He paid close attention to my neck and shoulders, he actually massaged them. I was so relaxed. His hands caressed me and it was pure heaven.
"Hey, buddy, why don't you take your pants off? I'll do your legs too," James said softly to me.
I rolled to my side and James helped me remove my pants. The air rushed over my legs like a blanket of cotton. The feelings I was experiencing were titillating. My cock was raging hard and busting out of the slit in the front. James reached his right hand to my manhood and slipped it up and down a few times. I wanted to have him. I lay back down on my stomach and he began his massage again. He used his fingertips to make slow and deliberate linear motions up and down my back. Then he began to concentrate on my upper thighs. He started on the inner sides of them. He had each of his palms inside my legs, rubbing me. He slid his hands under my boxers and massaged my buttocks.
I could feel the wetness of precum on my boxers as it oozed from the head of my cock. My dick and balls felt like there were like tiny pins and needles tickling each and every nerve ending from the insides. My breathing became deeper, I started to moan. God, I felt so good. James teased at my muscles and nerves with his fingers and hands. He rubbed, stroked, and pinched at me. He put his hands below my stomach and moved them to roll me to my back.
I was in front of my young lover, vulnerable and on fire. He began to pay attention to my nipples. He pulled on them and rolled them in between his index finger and thumb. As he played with my tits, my cock twitched inside my boxers. He lowered his mouth to my right nipple and began sucking on it. When he moved to the left nipple, the air was cool on the right nipple and I thought my nipple was going to have an orgasm. He licked and chewed on my left nipple and slid his hands down my sides. He pushed them into my boxers and stroked the outsides of my thighs. I pushed my hips up to his movements.
"James, oh James, I want to make love to you," I whispered up to him and reached for the bottom of his shirt so I could pull it over his head. The nice thing about the basketball shirt was I could slip it right off his body. I drank in the sight of his delectable chest. He was so smooth and shiny, as the sunlight cascaded through the single window off his back. I played with his nipples as he had just done with mine.
James slipped my boxers down my legs. I lifted my butt off the blanket enough to have this done with ease. James lowered his mouth to mine; he lay on my body, still clad only in his beach pants. Naked chest to naked chest, he kissed me deeply. He ground his pelvis into mine. I could feel his rock hard cock through the cloth of his clothing, rubbing against me. I ran my hands down his sides and pushed them into his pants. I felt his pubic hair with my fingertips. I pushed my hands deeper into his trousers; I could feel the sweet nectar on the tip of his blood filled penis.
James lifted his hips off me; I undid his belt and pants. I pushed them down his legs as far as I could reach. He lay back down on my body. His cock was like satin as it rubbed against mine. We kissed again, long and tender. I felt his tongue enter my lips; I sucked it into my mouth. I pushed my tongue into his, we licked each other's tongues while we held them in our mouths. James reached his right hand between our bodies and stroked my cock. My hips made involuntary movements to meet his hands. James pushed his own rod into mine and his working hand. He grasped both our cocks and jerked them while holding them together. We pumped our hips to each other's movements. I needed release. I could feel my orgasm mounting deep inside my balls.
I moved my body so I could take James into my mouth. I flicked my tongue at the head of his cock. I licked my lips to get them wet with saliva. I wrapped my lips around my teeth and pushed my sucking mouth down his shaft. Slowly I sucked him into my mouth. I felt James's mouth on my sac; he sucked my balls into his hot mouth and slid his tongue around my nuts. He slowly stroked my member; he started at the head of my cock and rubbed the juices into his hands and used it for lubrication while he jerked me off.
I was ready to explode. I could feel his cock swell in my mouth. He used his left hand to play with my ass. He probed at my hole with his left index finger. My cock was pulsating in his right hand as he stroked me. He continued sucking at my testicles all at the same time. "MMMM, yeah," James said softly to me. "Yeah, that's it, babe. Yesss," he said between his breaths.
My climax was mounting, I was to the point of no return. James sensed it, I felt his hand slipping up and down my cock tighten its grip. I began thrusting my hips forward and locking my mouth onto his dick. I moved my left hand to his dick below my mouth and began stroking his rock hard member in time with my mouth. His hips began pumping in rhythm to my movements on his cock.
I felt the orgasm in the pit of my stomach as it traveled to my balls. I could feel my hot thick come as it shot up my cock. I felt my jiz shoot out of the head of my dick. Like a rocket bursting in air, bam, bam, and bam, and bam again. Four streams of hot juicy boy come shot onto James's chest and face.
I felt his cock explode in my mouth. I felt a jet of come shoot down my throat. He pushed his cock in as far as he could. I reached both my hands around his ass and pulled him to my mouth. I could feel his cock swell on my tongue with each shot of come he gave my wanton mouth.
We laid on the floor, spent and exhausted. We lay there for at least fifteen minutes, naked and facing the opposite direction, motionless and in silence. God, I loved him so much, I thought to myself. I had to tell him sooner or later about Eugene. Or did I? I was still so confused about everything, for now I would just keep it Eugene's and my secret.
"Hey, love, we better get dressed before the family comes home," I heard James's voice saying to me.
"Huh? Oh yeah, I guess you're right. Thanks, James, I love you," I said, coming back to earth from outer space. "I got to be going home now, too," I stated as I got up to dress.
"Michael, you have the nicest butt. Did I ever tell you that? I mean it; your ass is the sweetest thing on your body, behind your prick. I mean your prick is always in front," James said, trying his best to be funny.
"I got it the first time, you nut," I said as I smiled at him. "I kind of like your cock in front of my ass too," I continued the silly joke. Might as well, right?
"Call me later, love?" James asked as I finished putting my clothes on.
"Yep, I'll call you about seven-thirty. I have some history homework I need to do," I said, and moved toward my lover to kiss him goodbye.
He stood there, still naked, his shriveled cock still glistening in the sunlight from my saliva and the remains of his come. I could not resist; after I kissed him I dropped to my knees and licked the remnants of our lovemaking from his deflated penis. I could feel him start to get hard again in my mouth.
"Hey, you better stop something you can't finish," James said to me, and pulled his body away from my mouth.
"I just couldn't resist kissing him goodbye, too. He's like way cute, I love his one eye," I said and kissed him again on his lips.
I walked home, reflecting on the last day of my life. I had cheated on my lover with Eugene. I had kept it a secret from James, the boy I loved. I had Eugene tell me he loved me and that he was gay. I was still upset about the way he ran off. I thought to myself that I would call him before dinner as soon as I got home.
I passed through the Shannucks' yard, and she wasn't out. As I cut through the Diamonds' and Masseys' corners into my own yard, I noticed Hawkeye was out. Hawkeye Massey lived next door to us. He was the resident busybody; he never missed a thing. If he did, he made it up anyway. Hawkeye was the recipient of many a Halloween trick; actually, many pranks were played on him when it wasn't Halloween.
"Hey there, Mr. Martin, congrats on your being selected to sing the solo at the spring concert. We'll see you there," he yelled from his back porch to me as I crossed our back lawn.
"Thanks, Mr. Massey. I hope I do well," I called over my shoulder. I didn't want to look at him; he might see the guilt of the pranks written on my face.
I went straight to my bedroom. I picked up the phone to call Eugene. Damn, I remembered that I didn't remember his number. I reached for my address book, looked him up, and dialed the phone. On the second ring his mother picked up.
"Hello," I heard her say.
"Yes, this is Michael. May I speak to Eugene?" I asked.
"I'm sorry, Michael. I don't know how to tell you this. Eugene is at the hospital with his dad. Actually, I was just going to call your mom. I need someone to come over and watch my little ones. Apparently Eugene tried to kill himself; he had to be rushed to the hospital down in Portland. I am just beside myself. I can't talk long. Could you please have your mom come right over? Thank you. Is she home?" Eugene's mother was saying practically incoherently into the phone.
"Yes, ma'am, let me get her, hold on, please. Is he all right? Is there anything I can do?" I was in shock.
"I don't know. Michael, this all just happened. It was quite a shock. Please, I need to get there to be with him. Let me talk to your mom."
Wow, poor Eugene. I hope he's going to be OK. I hate to leave you all here, but I am tired. Send me your thoughts if you desire. Justin69SK@aol.com Hey, I hope you all realize that this is book one of my 'Secrets' Trilogy. Yep, that's right. This is part of a three book series that deals with secrets and how they interact with relationships. Each one of the three books deals with one of the three main facts of life: Love, Death, and Taxes. Michael's Secret Love deals with Love. Guy's Secret talks about death. Luke's Secret Art will be a tale about taxes. I hope you read them all. They are all posted here.