My apologies for not posting this sooner. My work has required some extensive parts of my time. Hopefully I will be back on schedule soon. I just got home, and thought I had better do something or you readers would be after my head. I hate it when I am away from my computer.
This story was originally posted in January 2000 in the Beginnings section on Nifty. There have been some minor sentence structure changes, but the content of the story essentially remains the same. Additionally, new chapters will be posted in an effort to complete the story after all previous chapters have been posted.
This story contains descriptions of sexual encounters between minors that are homosexual in nature. If offended by such things or if you are not of legal age, then read no further. The characters and events depicted in this story are completely fictional and any resemblance to any real persons, places, or events is purely coincidental. This story may not be reproduced in whole or in part without the expressed written consent of the author. Comments or questions regarding this story may be addressed to Scotty Yates and sent via email to yatessg@yahoo.com. (c) 2000 by the author
This story is a work of fiction, although I must admit, my stories are based on experiences of my friends or drawn from similar personal experience in my own background. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.
POOR WHITE TRASH By Scotty Yates
Chapter 13
"Right Now! Uhmmmmm! I don't think so. If you are going to take me home, don't you think you ought to get dressed?" As I said this I busted up laughing. "I mean, I like looking at you, and you have a "GREAT" body, but I am not sure you are going to like everyone seeing you this way. Besides, I would prefer that I am the only one to see you like this. Anyway, I need to change clothes. For some reason, these are a little sticky right now. (snicker, snicker)
With a very determined and obviously serious look on his face Brandon said, "Billy Joe, I am serious! I am going to take you home "RIGHT NOW"!
"Brandon! You can't mean that! Why would you want to take me home NOW? We just got together. I thought you wanted to be with me! I thought you wanted us to be together!"
"I do Billy Joe! More than I can tell you, but I did everything wrong. I don't want you to feel like I own you. I want to take you back to your home. I am going to get your name changed back to Cantrell, and then I would like for us to work on being friends over the summer. If YOU choose to go to FSU in the fall, then we can decide then what to do about living arrangements. I don't want you to feel forced into anything. I love you too much. I want you to choose to be with me. I want us to be together because you want to be with me, not because I forced it. If you want to go out with girls or even other guys, that will be your choice. I hope you don't, because I know you are the only person I want in my life, but everything has to be up to you. Any decision by you to be with me has to be your decision alone. We need to start out right. I would like very much for us to be together permanently. But, I want us to be equals. I want our relationship to be a 50/50 partnership."
The look on Brandon's face was one of pure agony. I could see the desire he had for me in his eyes , but in his mind he obviously was trying to take us back to a point in time before the events of the last two days. I knew Brandon in his own way was attempting to put us on an equal footing in our new relationship. He was willing to make any sacrifice necessary to bring us to the point where we both could feel comfortable and not intimidated or overpowered by the other. In my heart I knew there was nothing I wanted more than to be with Brandon. All thoughts of the unfairness of what he had done to get us together had simply vanished. I saw his efforts only as the outward manifestation of his love, resolve and determination to fulfill his goal of being with me even though he could only see insurmountable obstacles in our normal lives. It was up to me.
"Brandon, SHUT UP!"
"But!"
"Brandon, I SAID SHUT UP! I seem to remember us having a very similar conversation a short time ago and I told you then what I wanted. I want YOU! Get that through your thick head! I WANT YOU!"
"But Billy Joe, I want you to come to me freely, not because I won you in some stupid bet over a pool game."
My voice became much more firm as my frustration with Brandon multiplied. I said, "Look Brandon! I love you. You love me - at least that is what you said. Do you really think I would have been acting the way I have if I didn't want to be with you? You have to know me better than that! Regardless of whether you won me in that stupid game, changed my name, or if we had been friends for years nothing could have caused me to give myself to you like I have except I wanted to do it. NOTHING! I gave myself freely and unreservedly to you because I love you."
In a much quieter and softer voice, I asked, "Brandon, do you love me?"
"Yes, of course! I told you that. I wasn't lying."
"Do you know what you want?"
"Yes, Definitely!"
"Do you want to be with me?"
"Yes"
"Do I want to be with you?"
"Well, uhmmmm, you said you did."
Again my voice rose as I said, "Did you force me to say or do any of those things?"
"Well, not exactly. I did force you into being around me."
"Brandon, DID you FORCE me to say I loved you?"
"No."
"DID you FORCE me to say I want to be with you?"
"No."
DID you FORCE me to make love with you?"
"DEFINITELY NOT!"
"Then why are you persisting in trying to separate us now? I chose to tell you, 'I love you'. I chose to make love with you. And I am making the choice to STAY with you. Is that clear?"
With that Brandon stepped closer to me, as tears rolled down his cheeks, pulled me into his arms, and said, "Billy Joe, I love you. I want to be with you so much. I will do whatever you want. I just want to be with you."
By this time there were tears streaming down both of our cheeks. I could feel his tears dropping onto my shoulder, and I am sure he could feel mine. Both of us were whispering 'I love you' as we tenderly caressed the other. My hands began roving over Brandon's back muscles, feeling them relax. I felt his lips very softly and gently kissing my shoulder. His lips were like velvet touching my skin. I can't describe the sensations that began flowing through my body.
I pulled back slightly from Brandon and looked him in the eyes. That fiery look, which I now knew was Brandon's love for me was blazing forth. Very softly I said, "Brandon, do you think we could go to bed?"
There was a sudden flicker in the fiery look in his eyes as momentarily Brandon thought I wanted to go to sleep. I had already felt that wonderful part of his lower body rising to attention. But just as quickly, as he looked into my own eyes and seeing the look of love and desire reflected there, the fiery look reappeared. It immediately had come back as he realized I only wanted to move our love making with each other out of the living room and into the bedroom.
Brandon very reverently reached down, clasped my hand in his and led me into one of the bedrooms. This was not the one in which we had deposited our new clothes earlier in the evening. I looked at Brandon questioningly. Seeing the question in my eyes, he said, "This is the bedroom I use whenever I come down here."
I looked around a room distinctively decorated in the typical style of a young man. There was a queen size bed against the middle of one wall. I looked mischievously at Brandon and said, "How come your bedrooms, both here and at home, have queen size beds in them?"
Brandon looked at me with a similar look in his eyes and said, "Well, I have always made sure there would be plenty of room for the both of us in my bed", as a little wicked grin spread across his face."
Brandon very gently led me over to the bed, his eyes never leaving mine. There was a hint of a question in them. He was ever searching, trying to assure himself I was comfortable with what was happening. All I could do was let him see in my eyes the love and desire for him. With one last questioning look in his eyes, he dropped my hand and then very cautiously, as if he were afraid he was going to break me, he placed both of his hands on my hips. He then began to slide his swimsuit slowly down my legs. (Bet you forgot I was wearing his suit due to our getting them switched when we frantically got dressed down on the beach.)
He had to tug gently to get the swimsuit to slide over my fully aroused cock. Oh yeah, my body was already expressing its' desire to be with him again. This must have been a new record! Brandon and I had made love with each other 3 times in the space of just 4 hours.
Brandon slowly dropped to one knee as he lowered the swimsuit down my legs. During all of this time his eyes had never left mine. Only when he dropped to his knees did his eyes leave mine. I could feel his eyes caressing my skin as he moved them and the swimsuit slowly downwards. Even his breath as it flowed over my skin was as if he were touching me. My cock, already at attention, had sprung up and was standing fully erect. I heard Brandon gasp.
"Beautiful! Billy Joe you are so beautiful. You are even better looking than I have ever dreamed you would be."
The touch of his hands on my legs was sending a flood of tingling sensations throughout my already excited body. Every sensor was in overload. I didn't know how much longer I could stand him touching my body so gingerly. Brandon leaned into my groin with his face and I could feel his breath as he placed his nose in my pubic hair. He was inhaling my scent and moaning ever so softly, "Billy Joe you are so awesome! You are beautiful!"
He pulled back ever so slightly and began softly and tenderly caressing my erect cock with his lips. He slowly encircled it continuing to move ever outward to the head. When he reached the head he leaned back and looked up into my eyes. Yes I was looking down at him, and he saw the full extent of my desire reflected in them. He moved back to my cock and slowly encircled its head with his lips. He sucked only a small part of it into him mouth and began to suck. After a few moments of this Brandon pulled back a bit and all of a sudden the most intense feelings exploded within me. I made a very loud audible gasp and groan. Brandon immediately jerked back causing my cock to drop from his mouth.
He looked up at me and said, "Did I hurt you?"
"God, NO! Brandon. That was awesome! What did you do?"
"So you liked that did you?"
"Yes, I did!" I moaned. "I still don't know what you did, but it was absolutely totally awesome! Whatever you did, you have my permission to do it as often as you want. What did you do?"
"Well, all I did was let my tongue go in between the crown of you cock head and your foreskin. I let it caress that area just below the base of the head of your cock. Was it really that awesome? I thought you were going to jump right out of you skin."
"It was absolutely totally awesome. I have never felt anything so fantastic in my life."
"Well, I loved it also, so let's see if we can do it again."
With that he moved his mouth back over my dick. Reaching up with his hand he took my balls in one hand and began to softly knead them. With the other he grasped that part of my dick not in his mouth and very slowly started stroking it. At the same time I felt his tongue continue its' foray as it slid between the head of my cock and the foreskin again. I don't know what I said, but I know I screamed as I felt his tongue touch that sensitive part. When I did I felt Brandon's hands move quickly around to my hips as he grasped them. Only his quick reaction prevented me from dropping to the floor. I was totally consumed by the feeling of his ministrations to body. I had never sensed anything so fantastic in my life. This was to become one of our favorite activities. Mine because the feeling was so intense, and Brandon's because he loved to make love to me so intensely that I would lose all control.
We had only just discovered the joys and feelings of loving each other, but it was like we were rediscovering it all over again. Only this time, it was far more intense. I reached down and grasped Brandon's arms and pulled him back up to a standing position. My arms closed around him and he began a slow rotating grind, his hips undulating, his rigid cock kneading and exciting my own in an ever increasing urgency. My fingers danced and played along his back and finding their way slowly downward to his beautiful little butt. The image of watching Brandon walk up the stairs in front of me the night before catapulted into my mind. My hands spread over his cheeks and I grasped them firmly as Brandon and I established a rhythm so intense, it was as if we had become one. His lips found mine and once again we explored the silky recess of each mouth as our tongues dueled allowing our all- consuming passion to explode within us.
Brandon pulled away and began very slowly and gently kissing my face. Tenderly, he began nibbling and sliding the tip of his tongue over my earlobe. The warm air of his nostrils hitting the inner recesses of my ear sent shivers throughout my body. He moved his mouth allowing it to slowly descend down across the side of my neck, teasing and exciting my flesh with his soft velvety lips. After placing loving kisses all over my neck he the began moving downward on to my chest. When he found my nipples he applied intense attention to each one. As he did gentle moans of hunger escaped from his throat. All through this an abundance of continuous flowing pre-cum was lubricating our groins and spurring us onward. I cradled his head against my chest, running my fingers through the soft black curls of his hair. He still smelled wonderful, his manliness and desire emanated out of every pore of his young body.
He continued his exploration of my body, drawing him ever closer to my rigid cock. His lips eventually reached the edge of my pubic hair where he greedily licked and tugged at them. He inhaled deeply. I looked down at his face, and saw it flush with ever increasing desire and passion.
"God, you smell awesome Billy Joe. I can't get enough of your wonderful body." Brandon managed to groan as his mouth closed around the cap of my manhood.
His tongue was again doing those things to that area at the base of my cock where my foreskin began. I reveled in the feeling just as had before, allowing soft moans to escape my lips. My body jerked as it writhed with the intense feelings Brandon was giving me.
He nipped at my skin in a never ending march of nips and licks and tender bites. For someone who only hours before had experienced this for the first time, he had already surpassed my inexperienced and solitary fantasies of the most wonderful and passionate lover I could possibly create in my imagination. As I gazed downward at him, I realized Brandon was the most beautiful, handsome and awesome person I had ever seen. He was just plain gorgeous! How I ever deserved to be in the same bed with him, to this day I will never know.
I didn't know how much more I could take as his mouth suctioned deeper and deeper until his lips pressed tightly against my hairs. His throat was contracting, his tongue sliding from side to side as one hand gently held and caressed my balls. He reached up with the other hand and began to tenderly alternately twist each of my erect nipples. I could feel the heat burning deep in my groin, as wave after wave of sensations flowed over my entire body.
I couldn't let that happen yet. Not now! I wanted to pleasure him equally, before it was too late. I rolled him to the side causing him to quickly disengage his lips from my swollen cock. I reached down and pulled him to me once again. His own was cock emitting a rich, thick flow of sweet pre-cum, making the deep crimson head shine like a beacon in the night.
"Lay down Brandon, It's my turn", I smiled tenderly.
He settled onto his back, his long slender 7 1/2" to 8" cock jutting upward. It was time without a doubt, and his eyes and tender smile told me he was ready. I wanted to just stare at him and memorize this moment and his body. His hard, yet soft body stretched out fully, his flawless silky smooth skin, the gentle definition of a six pack honed to the perfection of youth.
I looked at the soft black hairs covering his chest that extended down through to his navel and then down from there to his pubic hairs. The downy-soft, short curly back hairs hugged the base of his cock, shrouding him in splendor. If there was an ounce of fat on his frame, I wasn't able to find it. His tiny golden brown erect nipples perfectly spaced on his youthful chest, the slender Roman nose accented by his blush stained high cheek bones, and those eyes, those deep penetrating blue eyes. They absorbed and pulled me into the recesses of his heart like a laser beam. His lips were so perfect, you could only want to gather them to your own and savor the soft warmth of his kisses.
As much as I just wanted to behold him for hours, my need to bring pleasure to him was far greater than my need to imprint his body in my mind. I knew this would not be the last time I gazed upon Brandon's body and let it fill my heart, mind and soul. As my eyes met his, I felt the need and desire swelling within him. Pleadingly those eyes drew me to his body to fulfill his every need. I spread his legs like an eagle's wings, knelt between them and lowered my head to his rigid cock. A stream of clear pre-cum was flowing down his cock. I didn't know anyone could produce such enormous amounts of this rich seminal nectar. As I gathered it into my mouth hungrily, Brandon gasped and moaned deeply. I could sense his expectations as his body tensed for my warm mouth. I lowered my mouth and lips to his cock and drew him in tenderly, just holding the flaring crown of his penis between my lips, allowing the continuously flowing precum to stream out onto my tongue. I then began swirling it around before closing my mouth firmly and drawing his slender shaft fully within the depths of my throat. My fingers traced the contour's of his waistline, eliciting shudders as his body arched beneath them.
"Oh my God", he cried as the tips of my hands did circles around his erect nipples and my tongue danced just below the crest of his cock. Several more rapid sucks and his whole body began to vibrate with wave-like shudders. It can't be yet, as I restrained myself from continuing my ministrations. 'This should last forever', I thought as I released his cock. I gazed up at him intently watching the throws of passion sweep across his body.
I slid to my stomach, raised his legs high into the air, and pressed my lips delicately to his balls. They were drawn up tightly to his groin and looked like two golf ball sized globes encased in satin smooth flesh. My tongue flicked and bathed each one of them drawing groans from the depths of Brandon's throat. The rich aroma of his loins wafted deeply into my nose as I worshiped the orbs of his manliness. I followed the pink line below them leading me to the valley created by cheeks of his butt. It twitched expectantly as my lips pressed forward and my tongue fondled and probed his delicate sphincter. The circle of skin surrounding it was a dark brown just like the golden brown orbs on his chest.
Brandon's pulled up his legs and hooked his arms behind his knees pulling his legs further upward. His flower opened wide allowing my tongue to press further inside of him. He began moaning with short high pitched sighs. "Please Billy Joe, Oh God, Please put it inside me!" His now oscillating voice pleaded! I was stunned momentarily and rose up to my knees. "Brandon," I could barely speak.
"I don't want to hurt you. I am afraid if I did it now, it would hurt. I want our love making with each other to bring pleasure. Not pain. I don't think there is enough lubricant." I said frantically.
There was no way I would hurt him. I know you are wondering how I knew this much about the possibility of hurting Brandon. Well, I guess I am like many other boys in that I had played around a bit by sticking my finger up my own butt. I knew it felt good, but it also hurt until I learned that a little bit of butter, soap, or lotion made it a lot easier.
"Wait! Just a second." he gasped as he thrust his hand over and into the drawer of the nightstand. He moved his agitated hand around in the drawer of his night stand until he pulled out a tube of lubricant.
In a desperate voice he said, "I use it to jack off sometimes," as he tossed the lubricant to me.
Then he grabbed one of the pillows by his head and began jamming it under his already exposed bottom. He pulled his legs to his head groaning in excitement, "Please hurry Billy Joe. Please hurry!"
There was no questioning whether he was sure. There was no need to delay the inevitable joining of our lives through this act of his giving himself to me totally. There was only pure need and desire for the complete and ultimate joining of our bodies displayed in his eyes. I am sure what I was seeing was only a reflection of a similar look in my eyes. I did not think it was possible that I could control myself as I did, but I very slowly and precisely squeezed the clear soothing lotion onto my fingers, which I then transferred very tenderly to his flower. I massaged the entirely of his flower and using my lubricated middle finger slid a large amount of the lubricant into his love channel.
As I slid my finger into his hole to prepare the way for the entrance of my shaft into his body, Brandon screamed, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
He then groaned, "Please hurry Billy Joe. Please hurry! I want you inside me." over and over.
I then inserted two fingers in my attempts to expand his opening to accept my shaft. I didn't consider myself exceptionally thick, but it definitely was thicker than even two of my fingers. He continued to groan and plead for me to enter him.
"Brandon please take it easy, I don't want to hurt you and I need to get you opened up completely. I promise it will be very soon. I promise." I said, as I attempted to satisfy his need, but taking the necessary time to prepare the way.
Even though my own body was totally in sync with Brandon's need and desire for me to enter him, I knew this was something both of us would always remember. This would be the ultimate surrender of his body to me. It would be the joining of two bodies that were already joined through our love for one another.
My swollen and fully erect cock was again dripping with my own precum. It now was joined by the generous amount of lubricant I applied to my cock as I prepared to place at the entrance to Brandon's flower. This act would join us together as one. With utmost care and ever so slowly I pressed the tip of the head of my penis against his waiting love channel.
"Oh my God that is awesome!" came screaming out of his mouth as the crown of my cock head slowly inside of him. I started to pull back thinking when I first heard his gasp, but then realization set in that Brandon was enjoying the feeling.
"Deeper, Deeper!" he pleaded as he grabbed at my waist.
His slender fingers grasped me firmly around the waist and pulled me forward into him as he thrust his groin violently at my surging cock. Suddenly and without warning, my cock slipped inside. He fully enveloped me and our union was at last complete. I leaned forward slowly as Brandon wrapped his sinewy legs around me crossing his feet in the small of my back. We were inescapably and completely locked together. Two lovers in an embrace of life. I leaned forward and our mouths met in a passionate kiss with our tongues dancing together. I felt the rigidity of his awesome cock pressing against my stomach as our tongues found their own rhythm of love. We were beyond sex now, my Brandon and I had moved inexplicably into the realm of complete and real love. We were so absorbed by one another that I don't believe either of us could have told where one body ended and the other began. There was no sensation of moving our hips as we thrust forward and backward, again and again. It was as if we were one body moving in a natural motion of life.
As we continued our joining, sweat broke out hard on both of our foreheads. Our chests heaved as we thrust totally in sync with the other. With his tightly locked legs over my back Brandon held me sheathed in a cocoon of our love. The groans and moans emanating from each of us were those expressions of our deep seated devotion and love.
"Oh Billy Joe I love you so much. I never dreamed it would be as fantastic as this." Brandon groaned as wave after wave of ecstasy swept over him.
"Please cum in me now!" he yelled as his body was struck violently in the throws of orgasm.
His cock began exploding in profuse streams of white hot cream onto our stomachs. As he exploded, his anal muscles clamped down with a constricting force on my cock which propelled my own seed upwards and outwards. It exploded into his love canal.
For a few moments neither one of us were breathing. It was like both of us were in a state of shock. I knew if I had any say in the matter Brandon and I would be frequently joined in this same manner. It was totally awesome. I just hoped he had enjoyed our union as much as I had. I had already determined at some point I wanted Brandon inside of me. I just hope Brandon wanted it also. If the feelings he had received as a result of our love making were anywhere near mine, I knew I very definitely wanted to experience having Brandon's cock inside of me.
If I hadn't heard the roar of our two hearts beating I would have known we had passed over and weren't coming back. Gentle pulses were all that remained now as the last of our sperm was expelled and we collapsed. Brandon had released his leg grip of my body and we laid there for what seemed like hours, just basking in the after glow of the wonderful moment of the fulfillment of our love for one another. We rolled over onto our sides and still holding fast to each other. As we became more aware of each other we began teasing each other with short, but very sweet butterfly kisses on the others cheeks.
"Brandon, I love you." I whispered. "Do you know that?" I asked.
There was no answer from Brandon except for shallow breathing which was a clear indication to me of Brandon's totally relaxed state.
I lay there for the next few minutes thinking about how over the last two days my life had totally changed. Here it was in the early hours of Saturday morning on June 17th. My father was to be married this afternoon. Two days ago I had turned 18 thinking I had my life laid out before me. Then came the pool game and bet between Brandon and pa. I had wept because I saw my whole plan for my life going down the drain. I had assumed as a result of that game, I had lost everything. I had no idea where things were going. I had expected the worse. But, I had slept with Brandon in his bed. A dream I had had for several years, but it had not occurred as I had dreamed it would. I had found I had family I never knew existed, and then Brandon took away all of my own identity. Everything was gone. There had been those few hours during the day when we had dined, shopped and dined again where I had gotten to know Brandon. I had liked what I had seen and heard.
I had always hoped and dreamed some day I would find someone that would love me. Who would want to be with me. I had seen and loved Brandon from a distance. And then that love was shattered by the actions he had taken in his efforts to be close to me.
But in the last 6 hours or so, I had found what I had perceived as the total destruction of my life, was in fact the beginning of the fulfillment of all my dreams. I had found a man, ok so he was only 19, he was still a man, who was willing to do anything and everything just to be with me. Not only did he want to be with me, but he loved me. He had loved me for 12 years. He wanted to be with me for the rest of my life.
Thinking back over the occurrences of the past 30 or so hours, given the love I had found, I knew I wouldn't change a thing. I loved and wanted Brandon with all my heart, and it was very clear to me he loved and wanted me just as much as I wanted him. Maybe more so. He had committed his life to somehow working out our lives so we could be together even though in the normal realm it would have never occurred. What more could I ask for? Would I have done what Brandon did? No. I would just let things go their on way, and hoped things would work out. But not Brandon! He made it happen. Sure, I would have preferred for him to consult with me, but it really didn't matter. We were together, and if I had anything to say about it, we would be for life.
I was still cuddled up close to Brandon and it felt so natural to be there. In a few moments I also drifted off into that blissful state of rest. I didn't know what the future would hold, but I was confident Brandon and I would be together.
Just as I drifted off to sleep my mind returned back to something Brandon had said earlier. I knew there was something I had to know and the sooner the better. Why had pa gone along with Brandon's idea? Why? Why?