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Wishes do come true… part 2

This is a shorter chapter than the first because plot) After realizing his power and a few interactions, David falls asleep to only reawaken not in his bed.

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FIRST SEX

I was young, in school and looking for my first sexual experience. I had read everything I could get my hands on including a lot of my Dad’s magazines which dealt with the subject. I hid them under my mattress and occasionally swapped them out for another issue when I got the chance. I also learned how to masturbate, which was a big milestone for me. I was in my teens and I could cum a gusher and often. I had to be careful laying in my bed and jacking off, as sometimes the cum would spurt out of my 6″ cock like a rocket and spurt at least 3 feet in the air. But a lot of good cum was going to waste drying on the sheets. Not to mention I was afraid my Mother would recognize the stains and who knows what might happen?
I was still in school and had just gotten a drivers license, so I was beginning to date a little. Jewell was my same age, but more experienced. She had a boyfriend in the neighboring town who she saw on weekends. On one weekend, however, he had to be out of town. Jewell had always acted as though she liked me but couldn’t understand my standoffish attitude toward her. It was simple: I was pursuing the allusive babydoll. The knockout, the most beautiful girls in school. I had been wasting my time and a lot more. Jewell was an average looking girl, average face, body, average height, average weight. She was nobody’s fantasy woman. She often hugged my waist when we’d meet at school, and would make suggestive comments and even asked some of our other friends why I didn’t seem to like her. They probably told her that I was weird. I might have been weird, but I was also horny, and I was getting tired of wasting my time on fantasy women. I was about to get ‘REAL’ .
Jewell mentioned that she had a free weekend and suggested that we go to the drive-in movie, so that we could sit in the car and drink a beer or two while we watched the movie. I liked that idea as I had just taken up beer drinking. We arrived at the drive-in right at dusk just before the previews started. I have no idea what movie we went to see. We ate popcorn and drank a couple beers, not enough to get intoxicated though.
It got cool and Jewell asked if she could move over closer to keep warm and then asked if she could wear my leather jacket. Once she had my jacket on, I started getting more turned on by this girl I had known for quite a while. I had kissed a lot, but that was about all. Even my groping had been discouraged by most of the girls I had been close to. Jewell was into most anything. I was suprised by how far she would let me go. French kissing got no complaint, she kept coming back for more. I let my hand wander over her shirt and fondled her breasts. She just french-kissed harder and probed deeper with her tongue. Her kisses were wet and slippery and intoxicating. Kissing was about all I had done, so I had a little experience to judge her. She was the best kisser I had experienced with soft sweet lips that thoroughly turned me on. My hand found its way into her lap and down between her thighs. I rubbed her crotch, afraid to reach for her belt, so she did it for me. She reached down, unbuckled her belt, and unsnapped her jeans, giving me access to her crotch. I felt the smooth, sexy panties, she had on, that became damp to the touch after a little carressing. I couldn’t believe we had waited so long for this.
She was turned on as well. I didn’t consider it at the time, but I would bet anything, she knew instinctively that I had never gone all the way, as we used to say. Somebody had gotten her virginity once, but I’ll bet she had never gotten a cherry before. It turned her on big time. I had a large back seat, but I wasn’t into backseat sex and there was no reasonable chance that we would not be caught in the act. Over a period of time the discussion became more serious and we both realised what we wanted to do. I was the one who suggested something. “Jewell, Honey, I can’t take much more of this; we’re going to have to go somewhere.” “Where would you suggest?”, she asked.
“I know a motel down the road that’s nice and clean. We had a cast party there last year after the school play. I’ve always wanted to take a girl there; I’d like for it to be you.”
Jewell replied frankly, “I’m ready if you are, and the movie isn’t any good anyway.” I don’t suppose we even knew what the movie was about.
It was only a couple of miles to the motel, and I agonized along the way about how to handle the check-in. Should I claim that we were man and wife, or just list my name on the check-in. I decided I would figure it out as I went along. We turned into the Terrace Motel, a small independent motel without 12 or 14 rooms at the most. I checked in with a cash depost. I almost used my credit card, but I realised that I didn’t want a bill coming to the house.
Once inside the room, Jewell tried to be gentle and didn’t want to scare me off by coming on too strong. “What made you want to do this all the sudden? You’ve always acted as though you didn’t like me much. I’ve tried to be friendly all along.” She was still wearing my leather jacket draped over her shoulders, which she removed and hung over the back of a chair. “I can’t believe I’m doing this to Steve, I really love him, but I think I deserve one fling before we get married this summer. And I really want to do this with you even if it’s only this once. I guess you do know that I’ll marry Steve eventually, so we’re just going to have some fun. I just want you to know that.” I told her I appreciated her honesty and the truth was I wasn’t interested in a heavy relationship, just some sex. I had my hands on her hips now and was working her shirt out of her pants so that I could get my hands on the naked flesh of her back. Jewell moved even closer, pressing her 36C breasts against my chest, and started unbuttoning my shirt. When my shirt was off, she seemed to like what she saw. I was in good shape that year after spending a summer working on a farm, and I had a good muscle tone. Maybe even better than Steve, who was a little chubby. “You should show off your chest more often, it looks good,” Jewell explained. “Yeah, and yours is pretty good too” I said as her shirt came off too. Only her bra was covering her tits now and she saved me the trouble of fumbling with the catch by removing her bra herself. She knew I would have been forever getting it off. A nice set of tits flopped out of her bra, just big enough to sag just a little, with large nipples which I started fondling immediately. I pushed Jewell closer to the bed and together we toppled over onto the big double bed. I knew that we had done the right thing by not attempting sex in the car. This felt fantastic and we hadn’t even done anything yet. We were enthusiastic and aggressive first-time lovers and rolled around on the bed, each getting a turn to be on top. I soon had Jewell’s jeans off and laying on the floor, then my hand went, this time, inside her panties and stroked cunt hair for the first time. It was soft and fluffy and a real turn-on. My middle finger instinctively knew what it was for and was soon slipping up between the silky lips of her pussy, feeling the warm slippery juice of her young cunt. I needed more room to work as I went along, so soon her silk panties followed her jeans to the floor, I almost hated to see them go, they felt so good. Jewell knew I liked french kissing now, and she was going at it for all she was worth. Her tongue was darting all through my mouth as though it was searching for something. I knew from my extensive reading that what I wanted was in between her slightly plump thighs and under that hairy snatch. I kicked off my pants to give Jewell the same level of access to my private parts that I had to hers. I wanted to be fair. She pulled my briefs off easily and tossed them into the ever-growing pile of clothing discarded on the floor. She smiled as she looked down at my rock hard pecker. I needed no additional stimulation; at this young age, the sight of a woman would give me a hardon from Hell.
Jewell seemed to be amused by the hardness of my cock, considering the only stimulation she had given me was some french kissing. It was more than enough.
Jewell had a lot of material to work with, her 36C tits, a soft hairy snatch, a probing tongue, plump thighs that were not too plump to be inviting. We kissed a long time, before Jewell said anything. “Jim, I love kissing you, but we need to move along, we don’t have all night you know. There are other things that need kissing too. ” She rolled over onto her back and started parting her cunt lips with her fingers. “Look here,”
she said. “Try kissing these lips, you can’t imagine how wonderful it feels, and I want you to taste something.” I moved in between her legs and lowered my mouth over her pussy lips. I had always heard it was OK once you got past the smell, and I almost gagged at first, but managed to get my tongue into her snatch for the first time. The taste and smell was almost overpowering but also stimulating, and I kissed her hairy pussy as hard and fast as I could, in case I didn’t want to stay there too long. The longer I kissed her snatch, the more I got used to it. Jewell seemed to think I was getting the hang of it. “OHHHH, Honey, that’s it, right there, keep that up, AHHHHHH
OHHHH, UMHHHHH. Her breathing was almost raspy now as I continued my massaging of whatever I was tongueing. “HUHHHH,HUHHHHH HUHHHH, that’s good don’t stop that. I’ll do the same for you in a minute.” I felt her body spasm a little and it almost scared me at first until I realised that she just had an orgasm. “OHHHH,
yeah, I love it, yeah, UMMMMH, AGHHHHHH. Now, I’m going to do you just like I promised. Let me on top.” I thought I knew what she was talking about but I wasn’t sure. Jewell got on top and deftly maneuvered her mouth onto my throbbing cock, taking the whole length at once. I felt the head hitting the back of her throat, but with her experience she was able to take it all without gagging. After a few minutes of this Jewell said, “Well, Honey, now I’m going to do something else that you’ll really like. I’m going to get on top of you and show you how good it can be.
True to her word, Jewell straddled me and grabbed a handful of cock and guided it to her wet, warm hole. She had already had a mild climax and was well-lubed, sliding down onto my shaft almost effortlessly. She looked at my face for signs of my reaction and I must have looked like I had died and gone to heaven. My cock was all the way in her now and she was moving back and forth provocatively and really enjoying herself as much as I was. She raised up off of my hips, and before she could sink back down, I rammed my hips up to meet her causing her to grunt with each thrust of my dick into her pussy. “UMPHHHHH, UMPHHHH, I think you’re getting the hang of this, oh that feels good, does it feel good to you too?” I didn’t even answer, I just kept thrusting my hips upward toward the object of my affection, her pussy. Being inexperienced, I came after only a few minutes. I hoped she wouldn’t be disappointed that I couldn’t screw all night like I had been led to believe you were supposed to do.
“Don’t worry,” she said, “I’ll have you back in shape in about a half hour.” She was right, within an hour I was on top of her pounding away at her, turned on by her grunts, groans, moans, and even an occasional shreik when I really hit the right spot. “Jewell, Honey, you are good. I hope I’m able to get over this.”
“There’s just one more thing you need to experience, Lover Boy, and I’m going to show you what that is.” She got on top of me again and engulfed my dick with her soft moist lips that I had enjoyed kissing so much a little while earlier. Those lips that were so delicious to kiss could suck a dick bigtime. In no time, a steady stream of cum glanced off the roof of her mouth and shot straight down her throat.
I was looking forward to some more sessions with Jewell, but we graduated shortly thereafter. She wrote to me once and told me that she had married her boyfriend, Steve. She went to the mailbox one day to get the mail and just never went back. Steve picked her up at the mailbox and took her away, I suppose, to live happily everafter. I hope so, she deserved it; she really was a Jewell.

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A Chance Encounter Part IV

Chance Encounter Part IV
Later that Morning around 1030 AM
Marie rolled over, and cuddled against the warmth she felt, when she opened her eyes and saw Jer, She was a little startled. Then she remembered where she was and what they had done most of the night, and smiled. Getting up she went into the bathroom, locking the door behind her; she needed a little time to herself right now. Going over to the sink she brushed her hair, and after that brushed her teeth. When she was done she looked in the mirror and put her hand on her stomach. She really didn’t regret anything that happened last night, and if she was pregnant, she knew the baby would have two parents that would love and cherish it, more than anything in the world.
There was a knock on the door followed by, “Marie are you alright?”
“Yes, I’m great.” She walked over to the door and unlocked it. Looking into Jer’s eyes she added, “I just needed a few moments to myself.”
“Alright.” He said, sounding a little worried.
“Hey big guy don’t worry, I’m great. More than great really, but I’m really not quite sure what word I should use. I still don’t regret anything that happened last night.”
With a sigh of relief he nodded, wrapping his arms around her he brought her into a hug. “I know it’s soon and we don’t really know each other Marie, but I think I Love you.”
“I feel the same way about you Jer. Come on I’ll make breakfast.”About an hour later.
Simon woke up and went into the kitchenette to grab some of the food Marie had fixed, and about that time, Aélita came walked in with Theo. “Hey guys!” She said with a smile on her face.
“Hey.” Marie said. “Did you have a good time last night?”
“The best of course.”
Marie laughed. “You know normally I would call you a slut, but after the way I spent my night I can’t say anything.”
Aélita laughed. “Oh I bet.” Looking at Theo, she smiled. “Marie, can I talk to you privately for a moment?”
Looking worried Marie nodded, “Sure, let’s go into your room.”
Once the door shut behind them Aélita turned and faced her best friend in the entire world. “Theo asked me to go to Montana with him.” She blurted out not wanting to prolong it any longer. “And I said yes. Granted we were both very drunk when he asked me last night, but we both talked it over when we got up this morning, and we agreed that is something that we both really want.”
“Aélita what about the restaurant, who-” She paused when she saw the look on her best friends face and sighed. “I’m sorry Aélita, you’re right I am too serious. Of course you should go; I of all people know it isn’t like you to make impulse decisions like this. So Theo must be something special”
“I’m not sure but I think he and I may have the same thing that you and Jer have, but I need more time, to think about everything and to spend more time with him to see if it is.”
Marie nodded then walked over to her best friend and hugged her. “Good luck.”
Together, they walked back into the sitting room only to be met by Jer on the phone and Theo looking pissed.
“Yes sir, I understand sir, we’ll be there. Don’t worry. Okay Bye.”
“Jer, what’s going on?” Marie asked a worried look coming across her face.
“We’ve been ordered back to base.” Theo answered.
Jer looked at Marie. “We have to be back by the end of the week. So we’re leaving tomorrow.”
Marie didn’t say anything she just went into her room, shut the door, crawled into her bed and started to cry. She heard Jer come in but didn’t acknowledge him, even when he took her into his arms, and whispered sweet things into her ear. The only thing that she could really be thankful for was that the base wasn’t that far from where she lived and the restaurant was even closer.
“Marie, I am so sorry, Theo and I never imagined they would call us home from leave. I’m just glad that Theo was only here for the week and hadn’t been here the entire two months that we have been off. So he did get to see his mom. I want you to meet my family, come over for dinner tonight.”
Marie rolled over and looked at him. “Are you sure, I mean everything is happening so suddenly. We fell in love pretty much at first sight, and then we may be pregnant, now you want me to meet your family.”
“Yes, I do. You know something, if you hadn’t shown up when you did, Monday when Theo was going to be leaving for Montana I was going to be leaving to come find you. You just beat me to it. Marie, we’ll get through this no matter what life tries to throw at us. And yes you’re right, everything is happening really fast, but I believe it was fated. I love you and that’s what I know right here and right now. And when a day comes that we just want to be friends, we’ll work through everything and that’s all that matters.”
Marie laid her head on her shoulder and said. “You’re almost too good to be real.”
Jer laugher, “I could say the same about you.”Three Days later, Tuesday September 3, 2013
Marie unlocked the doors to the restaurant about 0600; since she had come home early she’d given her cook the day off, saying that she could use something to do today other than paperwork, and sitting in her sorrow. While she prepped the grill for the morning rush, she thought about this past weekend, when she’d met Jer’s family they seemed to really like her, they took her in and confided in her, and she to them. His mom had told her that she wasn’t sure how she felt about Jer jumping into a relationship so soon after meeting her, but she was seeing a little bit of her son back and she was okay with it because of that. At the sound of the screen door in the back slamming Marie turned and saw Aélita. They’d both been kind of depressed since they returned. They hadn’t heard from Jer or Theo since Monday night when they had said their goodbyes. Aélita was worried, because having grown up with her father in the military; no word usually meant bad news. But they were hoping that they were just being worked hard; however there was the fear that they were getting deployed again.
“Morning Hun, how’d you sleep?”
“Probably the same as you did.”
Marie sighed. She’d tossed and turned all night. By time she finally fell asleep it felt like her alarm was going off to get ready for the day. “Yeah.” Mixing together some batter for pancakes she shouted through the window at Aélita who was filling napkin holders, “Hey how about tonight we have a movie, wine, and junk food night.”
“That sounds good to me.” Aélita replied with a smile.
They got through the day, it help that the regulars always put them in good spirits. When it was time to close, Marie said good bye to the last customers of the day, a couple from Florida who said they were just driving until they found somewhere that interested them; she locked up and went into the kitchen to finish cleaning. After Aélita had finished mopping the front she came back and helped Marie. “So what are we going to watch?”
“No clue, lets hit Redbox on the way to my place, and we can stop at the grocery store to get all the junk food our hearts desire, and then the liquor store to get as much wine as we think we can consume. Oh and how about Chinese, that sounds amazing right about now.”
“Sounds great, I’ll let you finish up while I go pack a bag.”
An hour later Marie unlocked the door to her 3 bedroom condo, which she owned; setting down the bags of grocery they had gotten she turned on the light. They couldn’t decide between three movies, so they got all three. “Time to get into pajamas and let the party start.” She laughed, going into the kitchen and opening one of the bottles of wine. The good thing about her favorite liquor store, the always had chilled wine in stock.
With a smile Aélita went into the guest bedroom and changed, coming back out she looked at her best friend. “You’re the best, I love you.”
“I love you too.” She said handing Aélita a glass. “Now, I think I will actually go take a shower since I have grease smells all over me.”
Aélita nodded. “Okay, I’ll just watch TV until you get done.”
Going into her room Marie stripped herself of everything, walked into her bathroom and turned on the shower, letting the water heat up. While she waited she looked at her reflection in the mirror. She’d changed a lot over the years, some for the good and some for the bad, but right now she loved who she was. Getting in the shower she made quick of washing her hair and body. She had a smile on her face until she got back into the living room and saw Aélita on the couch crying. Going over she sat next to her friend and pulled her into her arms. “What’s wrong Hun?”
“Theo just called… He didn’t have much time to talk. Him and Jer got deployed again, he couldn’t say where, only that they were at that present moment safe and unharmed. He said to tell you that Jer says he loves you.” Looking Marie straight in the eyes she added. “Before he hung up there was a huge explosion… I don’t know what to think.”
Marie wrapped her arms tighter Around Aélita, and started to cry also. And for the first time in a long time, she said a prayer asking god to keep Jer and Theo safe, and to return them safely home as soon as possible.About a month and a half later
Marie sat with her head over the toilet, in the employee bathroom at the back of the restaurant, retching, while Aélita held her hair. She felt miserable, had been for the last week but she didn’t want to go to the doctor. “Marie I really think that you should go to the doctor, you have been miserable all week. You can’t hold anything down. Not even water, you’re probably dehydrated also.”
“No, I’ll be fine.”
“Damn it Marie, that’s it. I’m worried about you and I will not take no for an answer. I’m taking you to the ER.”
“No!”
“Yes, Anh can take care of things while we are gone and I’m sure Simon wouldn’t mind coming in to help out.”
Marie shook her head. Then groaned cause the motion made her feel even worse. “Fine you win.”
Helping her up Aélita took Marie into the office and sat her down on the couch. Pulling out her cell phone she called Simon told him what was going on and of course he agreed to come right over. When she hung up she went and told Anh, who replied, “About Time.” Then she walked Marie out to her car and drove her to the nearest Hospital.
Once there a nurse came up to them, and asked what was the problem. “My Friend has been throwing up all week she can’t keep anything down not even water.”
Nodding the nurse handed Aélita some paperwork, unfortunately I need you to fill this out before we can see your friend, once you’re done though I will come back and get you. We’ll need a urine sample as well as some blood. Marie nodded that she understood and sat down on the cozy couch that was there. Thankful that Aélita knew everything about her and that she didn’t have to fill the paperwork out herself. About twenty or so minutes later, which felt like hours to Marie, Aélita finished and walked it back over to the nurse. “Alright, if you’ll come with me.” Turning the nurse walked over to a set of huge double doors scanned her badge and they opened. “Marie if you’ll go to the right I will be with you momentarily, Aélita is it, we’ll be putting her in room four so you can go there and wait.”
Nodding Aélita went to room four and sat down waiting. “It didn’t take long for Marie to come in with the nurse, whose name was Sally. “Alright, Ann will be in shortly to get you set up on an IV and to draw blood, are you feeling any pain anywhere?”
Marie shook her head. And laid back on the bed. Letting the nurses do their thing. When they were done she and Aélita sat there and watched TV for an hour, then the doctor came in. “Hello I’m Dr. Hamilton.” She shook Aélita’s hand and then Marie’s. “So, you don’t have the flu or anything.” She eyeballed Marie to see her reaction. “The good thing is, hopefully with the right medicine, we can simmer the nausea down to where you can eat.”
“Alright.” Aélita Said. “That’s good, however you still haven’t told us what is wrong.”
Dr. Hamilton nodded. “Yes I know I’m sorry. Marie, it looks like you’re pregnant.”
Marie just started at her, not believing what she was saying. Yes she knew there was a good chance she was pregnant, but she hadn’t been expecting to go through this without Jer by her side. She and Aélita hadn’t heard from him or Theo since the phone call a month and a half ago, so they still didn’t know whether or not they were alive. To the shock and confusion of the doctor she started to cry. Aélita jumped up and hugged her holding on and rubbing her back, whispering it would be okay.
“Thank you Doctor, if you wouldn’t mind I think my friend and I would like to be alone.”
“Of course, I’ll come back in about ten minutes there are a few things I would like to discuss.”
“Marie, everything is going to be alright. You will be alright also. Just hang in there, I will be here every step of the way, and so will Simon, I am sure of it.”
Marie just continued to sob, not knowing what else she could do at that moment. Thankfully she had calmed down by time the doctor came back.
“Are you better Marie?”
“I will be fine, I’m sorry for that.”
“It’s completely alright; I get it all the time.” She paused. “I wanted to discuss with you some things.”
“Alright.”
“First, do you plan on terminating the pregnancy.” She asked cautiously.
“Not a chance. I don’t know if you asked because it is routine or because of my crying jag I just had, but I will not terminate this pregnancy.”
“Alright then, second, do you have an OBGYN that you go to?”
“I had one about 3 years ago.”
“Alright, I would make an appointment with them as soon as possible. We can go ahead and do an ultra sound her if you would like, but I don’t specialize in that area so I highly recommend going to make sure everything is alright.”
“Okay.”
“And third, we want to keep you here over night due to you not being able to keep anything down for a week. If you want you can get a hold of that doctor and we don’t mind if they come and check up on you while you are here.”
“Thank you.”
“One more question, and this is completely a curiosity question, if you plan on keeping the baby, and in my opinion you seem very happy with the idea of being pregnant; why did you start crying.”
Marie sighed. “Because the baby’s father is in the military and currently deployed, I haven’t heard from him in a month and a half, and when his best friend who is deployed with him called to tell us what he could there was an explosion in the background as Aélita hung up the phone. I cried because I don’t know if the father of my baby is alive or dead.”
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My Cousin III

“Lets go inside Lucas,it’s getting dark out”,Aaron yelled from across the yard.
We had decided to play a little soccor befor it got to late, and we were enjoying ourselves. We started for the door when Aaron stopped
me and said,”Lucas, I really do love me. And I know this sounds big, but I want to spend the rest of my life with you, I want you to be
my boyfriend”
“Aaron, I love you too, and yes I will be your boyfriend”, I said happily.
He smiled and kissed me and for some reason, he started to cry. I thought about his”rest of my life” statment, and decided that we were
both “in the moment”, so I too would have said that. We started inside, and Aaron wiped away his tears. His mom had just finished dinner
and his younger brother and sister were helping to set the table. We went to wash our hands and then all sat down to eat. It was a yummy
dinner and a great coversation. A great start, to a great night.
After dinner we headed up to Aaron’s room. It was a comfortable size and contained multiple items of clothing, posters, and other things. He flipped on his tv and sat down on his bed. He motioned for me to join him.
After talking about things and playing video games for about 2 and a half hours,his father came in and told us it was time for bed, unless we wanted to start a movie. It was 12:50 already so we decided to watch a long movie. Aaron put in the DVD and we both relaxed on his bed. His door was closed, and we heard his dad yell,”goodnight boys, we are going to bed. Try to keep it down”
His siblings and parents were now asleep, so we could do whatever we wanted. We got under the covers and started to make out and take off each others clothes. When we were both naked and really horny, Aaron suggested we go into the bathroom that connected his room and his younger sisters room.
“I want to try some things Lucas”, he whisperd.
He led me into the shower, and told me to start sucking him. I did as I was told. I had been sucking him for a short while, and all of a sudden he pulled out of my mouth, and started to pee on my face.
I quickly stood up and whispered loudly,” what the hell?”
He looked at me, with pee dripping down my face and started to laugh.
“Lucas my dear, I said I wanted to try new things. But I probably should have warned you first. Just was your hair and face in the sink. It will be less noisy”, he said.
After about 10 minutes of washing my face and my long curls of hair, I walked out and joined him on the bed again.
“let’s stick to normal things babe”, I said.
With that he got into a 69 position with me. We sucked each others cocks for about 5 minutes, and then he stopped, and said,”Lucas I want you in me”.
I had never fucked anyone before. And when Aaron fucked me, it wast first. So I guess I was nervous but excited. He told me where the lube he had was and I went and retrieved it.
He lay on the bed, stomach down, legs spread. He obviously Didn’t want to wait. So I went slowly. I applied lube to his hole, and decided not to finger it, because he didn’t seem to want to wait. I put a couple squirts of lube on my cock, and put the bottle down on the bed. I lined up my cock with his hole.
“Stick it all in at once, fast and hard”, he moaned
He grabbed a pillow and sunk his face it and gripped it as hard as he could. I waited for a couple of seconds, then as hard as I could I rammed my cock at his hole. It finally sank all the way in.
I could tell he was in great pain because he was very still and moaning loudly into the pillow. I wasn’t sure, but I think he was crying. Why did he want it this bad? Is the pain worth it?
I started to fuck him pretty slow. I continued this to make the wonderful feeling last. It felt amazing and I never wanted to forget that feeling. After about 5 minutes, he reached his arms around me and grabbed my ass, and started to push me down into his ass faster. He didn’t move his head, but his moans sounded more like moans of pleasure than moans of pain.
I fucked him faster and faster, grunting and moaning in my own pleasure. I fucked him fast and hard for about 7 minutes when I felt his hole tighten and him moan very loudly.
I was certain he had came. The thought of him cumming pushed me over the edge, and I came deep in his ass. I collapsed on top of him and laid there for a minute before I pulled out. He turned over, and looked at me.
“You made the extreme pain worth it”, he said with a smile
He leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, and went to the bathroom. I put on my clothing and sat on the bed once again. About 5 minutes later, he came and laid down on the bed. We started watching the movie, which was about halfway over. I looked over and he was fast asleep. I was kind of tired, and wanted to sleep, but I decided to look around his room first. There was tons of posters. I went to his dresser, and the top was filled with stuff. His phone, his wallet, things like that. In a corner was a book. It didn’t have a title so I picked it up. Inside the front cover, was a picture of his family, and a picture of me. I knew this must be a private book, and even though I was very curious I decided it would be better not to look. I went over to the bed and pulled the covers over Aaron. I kissed him on the cheek and said,”I love you”. He had a couch on the far side of his room so I decided to crash on that. I loved Aaron more than anything, and right now, everything was perfect.

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A Reasonable Deal (Pt. 7)

John teaches a teacher, but is the only one that comes away learning something. Bianca lends some much needed experience to John’s work with Sam and Mark.

Fiction

Looking after Liz

I had just moved to a new area to live with my girlfriend. We’ve been dating several years now, so I have become a part of the entire family. All of my girlfriend’s nieces and nephews had even started calling me “uncle.”
One weekend my soon-to-be-brother and sister-in-law were leaving for the weekend to visit some friends out of town. They were taking their two boys with them, but their daughter had to stay home to help out with a school fundraiser. They didn’t want to leave her home alone for the weekend, and my girlfriend had to go away for a work conference, so they asked if I would stay at the house and watch Liz for them. We got along well, and I wanted to help them out, so of course I agreed.
They left bright and early Saturday morning and I made my way over to the house around noon. I walked in through the unlocked garage, as we always do, and entered the house. I yelled, “Hello, Liz, I’m here” but got no answer. I then noticed music blaring from her bedroom and realized that she had not heard me, so I decided to go announce my presence.
I walked down the hall, knocked on her door and opened it to say hi. As I opened the door, I saw Liz standing in her room wearing only her bra and panties. I stood there shell-shocked. Liz was 15-years-old, about 5’8” with light brown hair and brown eyes. While she wasn’t the skinniest girl in the world, she was nowhere near heavy, either. She had a nice athletic build that I loved with just a little bit of baby fat that reminded you she was still maturing. And as she began turning into a young woman, she was beginning to develop the same large breasts as her mother.
I stood there for a good 30 seconds, unable to move. I just looked her up-and-down in her matching pink underwear set. Finally, Liz opened her mouth and broke my trance saying, “Um, hi, Patrick. I see you are here now. Can I finish getting dressed so I can get to my fundraiser?”
“What? Um, oh yeah,” I stuttered in response. “Go right ahead. Sorry.” I looked her dead in the eye for the first time. Was I mistaken? Did I notice a little smile on her face? And did I see erect nipples through her bra? Was she enjoying this? I turned around, shut her door and left the room. I went into the living room and turned on the TV waiting on her to get ready.
Finally, she emerged from her room in a t-shirt and shorts and said she was ready to go like I hadn’t just walked in on her half-naked. I got up and drove her to her fundraiser, a car wash, and dropped her off.
“Ok, we’ll be done around 5. You should come back a little before that to get your car washed.”
I agreed and drove off to kill some time. As I went back to their house to grab some lunch and watch some TV, I couldn’t get the picture of Liz out of my head. I have seen her a thousand times, but this time had definitely turned me on as I thought of her standing there. I closed my eyes and my mind drifted to wondering what she would look like with those last two pieces of clothing removed … What was I doing? This girl was about to be my niece, how could I think of her that way? But she wasn’t related to me, so what’s the problem? Oh yeah, that she’s only 15 and I’m almost twice her age! But seeing her body had definitely turned me on and I couldn’t get her out of my mind!
Finally, it was time for me to go pick Liz back up. I was both excited to see her again and nervous for what I may think and the way she might react after she had thought more about what had happened earlier. I arrived to the car wash about 15 minutes before it ended to get my car washed. I heard Liz announce to the other girls that this was her soon-to-be-uncle and to make sure to do a good job. The girls all circled the car and began washing various sections of my car. They were all attractive girls and a few of the older ones were even wearing bikini tops. I was surely being tortured! Just then I saw Liz’s face in my windshield smiling at me. She began washing the window and as she reached out to get the middle, she rested her t-shirt against the car. Her shirt was wet now, and sticking to her breasts underneath it. I could make out the outline of the bra I had just seen a few hours ago through the fabric. She finished washing and again smiled at me. Was she enjoying teasing me?
The girls finished the wash and dried my car. I ended up being the last car of the day so, after a brief team meeting, Liz got into my car to head home. After a minute or so she started a conversation.
“Do you think my teammates are pretty, Uncle Patrick?”
Oh, was this a bad and dangerous conversation to have! “Well, yes, I guess they were pretty, though I really didn’t pay much attention,” I said, lying about the last part.
“I wish I were as pretty as some of those girls,” she continued.
I could tell she was a little dejected, so I thought I would help pick her spirits up. “You are a very pretty girl, Liz, and just as attractive as any one of those girls.”
“Do you really mean that?” she asked, with a hint of enthusiasm in her voice.
“Absolutely!” I countered. I find you very attractive!” Oh crap, I probably said too much. I glanced at her to gauge her reaction; she was smiling. We drove home the rest of the way in silence.
We got home and I practically ran to the kitchen to get a beer to calm my nerves. I heard Liz announce that she was going to get a shower. As I left the kitchen to return to the living room, Liz was walking to the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel wrapped just above her breasts. Again, she flashed a smile at me.
As she turned to enter the bathroom, I saw that the way the towel was positioned on her body, it didn’t fully cover her butt; the bottom of her cheeks were hanging out exposed! I felt my dick begin to harden at the sight. What was this girl trying to do to me?!
I choked on the gulp of beer I had just taken. Shaking my head in disbelief, I returned to the chair in the living room. As I turned on the TV, I noticed that the sound of the water in the shower sounded louder than normal, not at all muffled. I leaned back in the chair and looked down the hall. She had left the bathroom door open all the way. I couldn’t help myself anymore. I got up from my seat and walked down the hall. I stopped in front of the bathroom and looked in. The shower doors were frosted glass and I could see Liz’s silhouette.
Her head was leaned back pushing the excess water from her long hair as she wet the rest of her body. She reached for her body wash and began to soap herself. As her hands washed her breasts, my hand moved to my crotch and I began to rub myself through my shorts to the image in front of me. She continued massaging her small, but growing breasts, obviously enjoying the feeling. She then moved her hands down her stomach and continued to her legs, bending over to slowly wash every inch of her thighs and calves. I have always been a leg man, so I especially enjoyed this part. As she rose back up, she traced her legs and then began to wash her butt. Again, she took her time rubbing her globes before finally moving her hands to wash her vagina. I watched as she lifted one leg onto the edge of the tub and rubbed between her legs. Oh my God! I was watching this 15-year-old masturbate!
Her fingers began a steady rhythm on her clit as she moved her left hand to her breasts again and fondled herself. I could see her hands manipulating her breasts. She caressed them and then rubbed circles around her nipples before pinching them. T was harder to tell exactly how she was playing with her pussy, but it seemed like she rubbed her clit for awhile and then would plunge a finger into her depths.
After a few minutes, she reached for the detachable shower head, removed it, turned it to the steady, single stream setting, and aimed it right at her clit. I heard her begin to moan. Hearing her “oohs” and “aahs” set me over the edge. I hadn’t noticed how worked up I had gotten until I felt myself cum in my shorts! As I finished my orgasm, I heard Liz begin hers. I snapped back to reality and went to her parent’s room where I would be sleeping that night and changed my clothes. I hurried back to the living room and just as I sat back down I heard the water turn off and the shower door open.
“Perfect timing,” I whispered to myself as I took another long drink of my beer.
Liz came out to the living room and was still enjoying teasing me, it seemed. She was wearing a tight-fitting, white tank top, and I could see the blue bra she was wearing underneath it. She also had on very tight black cotton shorts that hugged every inch of skin they touched. But that happened to be very little skin as they just barely covered her butt; these shorts were obviously a year or two old and now too small for her.
She walked over to the DVD player and, bending at the waist only so that her legs were straight and her ass was sticking up in the air, put a movie in the player. She wiggled her hips slightly before standing up.
“I thought we could watch a movie together,” she stated as she left the room and went into the kitchen.
She returned with a glass of pop for herself and another beer for me. She handed me my drink and then did something I wasn’t expecting – she joined me in the oversized chair I was sitting in! I knew I should have told her to move, but I just couldn’t. She was half in the chair and half in my lap. She draped one leg in between mine. The only way to get comfortable in the position was for me to put my left arm around her and she leaned into me. We were pretty much cuddling at this point.
The movie began and she had chosen an old horror movie. Every so often she would shift in the chair to get comfortable. Each time she changed positions her leg would brush against my cock, which would cause it to stir a bit. I was so nervous that I was going to get hard! We continued watching the movie and eventually we got to the obligatory scene where the young boyfriend and girlfriend were making out in their bed, foreshadowing that they were going to have sex. As everyone knows, virgins stay alive in horror movies, young teens that have sex don’t. These two would be goners!
I looked at Liz and she was watching the scene very intently. She even licked her lips a bit. I took the opportunity to look her up and down again. Her legs were extended and spread on either side of my left leg. My head was slightly above her body and I could just barely see down her shirt and looked at the top of her developing cleavage. I definitely desired this girl. What was I thinking? I moved my right hand onto her right thigh and pulled her closer to me with my left hand. She responded by leaning into me and laying her head on my chest. Her outer right thigh was now lying directly on my crotch and my hand was now resting on her inner thigh. Every-so-often I would slightly stroke her thigh. She never flinched or stopped me.
The movie ended and Liz flipped in the chair lying across it so that her back was against one arm rest and her legs were dangling over the other. Her butt was resting firmly on my cock, and she seemed to know it as she moved on top of it several times. It felt so good. I could tell something was on her mind so I asked her what it was.
“Well, did you mean what you said in the car? About finding me attractive?” she asked.
“Of course I did. Why would I lie about that? You are developing into a very attractive young lady.”
“Well then why don’t the boys in my class seem to think that? They won’t even kiss me,” she responded.
“Because they are fools,” came my instinctual retort.
“Well, would you kiss me then?” she asked, with a sultry, yet innocent look in her eye. “I just want to know what its like. All of my friends have had their first kiss. I want mine, too.”
“I really shouldn’t do that, Liz.”
“Please? I won’t tell anyone. I promise.”
Her eyes were pleading with me. She moved so that she was sitting more upright. I just sat there, again frozen. I knew I shouldn’t kiss this girl, but I wanted to badly. Liz took the initiative and began to slowly move towards me. “I should move. I should stop this” kept running through my mind, but I just sat there, waiting for her. Her eyes closed. Our lips met. I sat there at first, not responding, but then my lips parted and I kissed her back.
We sat there like that for several minutes and continued to kiss softly. My desire for this girl was increasing and my self control had all but disappeared. I reached over with my right hand and cupped her butt cheek. I lifted her slightly and she took my lead and threw her left leg over my lap so that she was straddling me.
We were full-on making out now. I reached down and grabbed her butt in my hands. I squeezed her cheeks and then caressed them all over. She had quite a butt and I was enjoying fondling it. I let my hands slide down to her creamy thighs and stroked them all the way down to her calves and back up, again grabbing at her ass. She was quite a natural kisser and followed my lead very well. I opened my mouth and extended my tongue. She was caught off guard and wasn’t sure what to do at first, but she opened her mouth to let my invading tongue in. Our tongues intertwined and she caught on quickly.
Finally we broke off the kiss and came up for air. “How did I do?” she asked sincerely.
“Very nice! You’re a quick learner, Liz. Are you sure you’ve never done this before?”
“Never! I swear!” came her retort. She shifted gears quickly, asking, “Did you like seeing me in my underwear earlier?”
“Yes,” I admitted.
“What about in the shower? Did you like watching me masturbate?”
Crap! I didn’t think she knew I had watched her. “Yes,” I again admitted.
“Why did you leave so quickly?” she asked me.
“Because I was so excited watching you that I came in my shorts.”
She smiled in delight that she had caused such an effect. Seeing her braces was a gentle reminder of just how young this girl was.
“Do you want to see me naked?” she asked, pretty confident that she knew the answer.
I had lost all self-control. There was nothing that could happen now that I could say no to.
“Yes, I really want to see you naked,” I responded.
She reached for the bottom of her shirt and nervously pulled it over her head. For the second time of the day I was staring at Liz in her bra. She just looked at me, nervous that I wouldn’t like what I was seeing. To ease her fears, I reached around her and unfastened the clasp on her bra. She pulled it from her body and dropped it to the floor. Her perky little breasts were right in front of my face.
I reached for them and began to fondle her breasts. A gasp escaped her lips as for the first time in her young life, someone else was playing with her tits. She leaned in to kiss me again while I felt her up, this time being more aggressive. We kissed for awhile, but I needed to suck these breasts I was touching so I broke off the kiss again.
I moved my mouth slightly south and, looking up into her eyes as she looked down to watch what I was doing, I took her right breast into my mouth while leaving my right hand on her left breast. Her eyes closed, her head tilted back, and “Uuuuhhhhh” escaped her lips. I spent my time moving between each breast, alternating between light and powerful sucks. I made light circles around her areolas. I flicked her hardened nipples quickly with the tip of my tongue and finally bit down on her nipples, gently at first, but gradually increased the power. Each new sensation on her breasts brought a new sound of pleasure from the girl and she was now grinding her pelvis into my hard crotch.
I removed her breast from my mouth. “Stand up, I want to see the rest of you,” I told her. She practically jumped up and removed her shorts and then her panties. She had a light mound of hair on her pussy; not yet at the point in her life where she thought to shave, nor needed to. I had her turn around so I could see the butt that had been torturing me all day. Then I stood up and told her to sit back in the chair.
She sat in the chair and I moved her butt to the edge and told her to lay back. I picked up her legs, spread them, and placed them hanging over each arm of the chair as if they were stirrups. Starting at her right ankle, I ran my tongue across the length of her leg, stopping just before her bush. I then started at her left ankle and repeated the process. I then looked up at her face and saw her wanting eyes looking down at me. I moved in and took the first lick of her pussy as I stared into her eyes. They closed immediately and her mouth dropped open. “Oh, yes, that feels so good!” And it tasted so good too!
I began lapping hungrily at her pussy. It had been quite some time since I had gone down on anyone with hair on their pussy and I was finding that I enjoyed it. Her body was gushing fluid and I was licking it as fast as I could. Her sweet nectar tasted wonderful and I couldn’t get enough. I reached up and fondled her breasts while my tongue explored the lips of her pussy. “Oh, uuhhh, huuhhh, oooooohhhh, uh, uh, uh” kept pouring out of Liz’s mouth as fast as liquid poured from her vagina. I reached down and grabbed her ass and slightly spread her cheeks. I let my tongue drop a little lower and placed the middle of my tongue squarely on her asshole and pulled it all the way across her clit. I repeated this three times before placing my tongue right onto her brown hole and licked that exclusively. I always loved eating a girl’s ass, but too many girls thought it was “dirty” and wouldn’t let you do it to them. I was determined to make sure that Liz had no such hang ups and would do anything as long as it felt good.
“Do you like that?” I asked her. “Uh huh” was her only response so I went back to it and rimmed her for a few more minutes. I licked the hole more and it began to open up for me, but I wanted to bring her off so I moved back to her pussy and went to town on her clit. I put my left hand back on her right breast and teased and pinched her nipple. I then inserted my right middle finger into her soaked pussy and fingered her at the same pace that I licked her.
“Oh, oh, oh my, huh, uh, uh, ah, uh, yes, yes, yes, uuuuuhhhhhhh, I’m cuuuummmmiiinnnnggggg, uuuuuhhhhhhh!” I had never heard a sexier orgasm in my life and had never tasted a better pussy as she soaked my goatee.
I looked at her as she recovered from her orgasm. She finally opened her eyes and smiled at me again.
“Liz, have you ever seen a penis?” I asked her. She kept smiling and shook her head “no”. “Do you want to see mine?” This time her head nodded “yes”.
I helped her up from the chair and told her to lead me to her bedroom. I was now overcome by lust and had fully accepted the situation and how taboo it was. I was going to take this girl’s virginity and I wanted to do it on her childhood bed. She led me down the hall and I watched her ass sway the whole way there.
We entered the room and it definitely reminded me of her age and turned me on even more. Painted pink and decorated with posters of her favorite bands and teddy bears, I was overcome with desire. I told to sit on the edge of her bed. I stood in front of her and lifted off my shirt. I then pulled my shorts down bending over in front of her. As I stood up and stepped out of my shorts, Liz’s eyes opened wide. My hard cock, the first one she had ever seen, was right in front of her face.
“Touch it, Liz.” She tentatively reached her hand out and put her finger tips on the head of my cock. She then ran her small fingers under the shaft and finally gripped it. She gave me a few gentle tugs and then looked me in the eyes and asked, “Do you, um, want me … to … um … put it … in … my mouth?”
I nearly blasted my load in her face the second she finished the question, but luckily held out. Oh, yes, I wanted this girl to suck my dick! But not right now. It would take time to properly train her to give a blowjob and I wanted something else more.
“Not right now. Soon, definitely, but I want to do something else right now. Why don’t you lie down and spread your legs?”
She did as I asked and I climbed into her twin sized bed with her. I positioned myself in between her legs and supported my weight on my hands and knees. I leaned down and kissed her again. When we stopped the kiss, she looked at me with a devilish grin and asked, “Patrick, how old am I?”
“Um, 15,” I answered. Was she having doubts?
“And what do you want to do to this 15-year-old girl that is soon to be your niece?
“I want to fuck this sexy 15-year-old girl that is soon to be my niece,” I said.
“OK, I just wanted to hear you say it out loud and make sure you knew what you were about to do.” She smiled again. Evidently I wasn’t the only one getting excited by how taboo this act was!
“Liz,” I asked, “do you want me to fuck you?”
“Please fuck me, Uncle Patrick!”
I lined my prick up with her pussy and rubbed my head in her lips to lubricate it a little. “This might hurt a little, Liz. Let me know if you want me to stop or slow down.” She just shook her head “ok” and stared down at my penis that was about to penetrate her for the first time. I looked at her face and wanted to see the expression she made as I entered her.
I pushed forward and felt the head of my cock enter her. Her face contorted. “Ungh.” I asked if she was ok and if I should continue. “Uh huh.” I pulled back slightly and pushed forward again. Half my cock was in her. ”Uh.” I pulled back out and again moved my hips forward, thus time burying my cock deep inside of her teenage pussy. My pelvis was pressed against hers. “Oh, yes.”
I began pumping into her. I was taking my time, letting her get used to the size of the member inside of her. I leaned and put my weight on my right forearm as I continued thrusting into her. I leaned and kissed her briefly and then began to kiss and suck on her neck and collarbone while I fondled her right breast with my left hand. I pinched her nipple and she moaned her approval. She obviously enjoyed a little pain in her nipples so I twisted it slightly. She moaned again. I loved it!
I kept humping her and her soaking pussy kept me sliding easily. In and out. In and out.
“Fuck me, Uncle Patrick. It feels so good. Fuck me more!” she was screaming. I was loving it. She was tight and wet and too young and I loved every second of it.
“Fuck, your 15-year-old pussy feels so good on my cock, Liz. Oh, yes, I love fucking your teenage pussy!” I got even harder every time one of us said how old she was or that we would soon be related.
I reached over and grabbed her right leg and put it over my shoulder. I started pounding into her harder and faster. The sound of my pelvis and balls slapping into her echoed throughout the room; probably the entire house.
“Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,” came the sound of her getting fucked. “Fuck me, Uncle Patrick. Fuck me! Fuck my teenage pussy!” This normally shy and reserved girl was definitely coming out of her shell in the bedroom.
I grabbed her ass and squeezed hard as I fucked her. She was moving her hands all over my arms, back, butt and legs, fully exploring a man’s body for the first time. I kept pistoning in and out of her. I slid my middle finger into the crack of her ass and began rubbing circles around her hole. “Ooohhhh” was her response.
“Want to do something that will make Uncle Patrick feel really good, Liz?” I asked.
“Uh huh” was all the response she could manage.
“Then rub me like I am rubbing you right now.”
I felt her hand move down my ass and a finger slid into my crack and found my hole. She began rubbing circles around my puckered hole. I was in heaven fucking this girl.
I kept fucking her. As I did, I used her pussy juices that were dripping into her ass crack as a lube and poked my finger into her ass a little bit. She followed suit using sweat as lube for me. I felt her finger insert into me down to her first knuckle. We both kept filling each other’s holes. I was slamming into her even harder. I was approaching my orgasm quickly.
“Fuck, yes, Liz, I’m going to cum. Fuck yes. Oh yes.”
“Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, fuck me, uh uh, uuuuhhhhh.” Liz had her second orgasm of the session, third of the day. I knew I should pull out, hell, I should have been wearing a condom the whole time, but I just had to cum inside this tight, young pussy. I couldn’t get myself to pull out of her. I pushed my finger as deep into Liz’s ass as I could. Not being able to reach any farther to penetrate my ass any deeper, I felt Liz poking me with a second finger that broke through. The extra penetration coupled with her pussy clamping down on my cock as her orgasm subsided was too much for me.
“Are you ready to feel your first load of cum shoot into your pussy?” I asked her.
“Fill up my 15-year-old pussy, Uncle Patrick!” she yelled back.
She really knew how to get to me! I gave a couple of last thrusts and then pushed myself deep inside of her and exploded. My first shot might have been the biggest one I have ever had. I shot 5 ropes of cum inside the teenager before just leaving it inside of her to finish dripping empty. I collapsed on top of her and gave her a deep kiss before finally withdrawing my flaccid penis and lying next to her.
“What did you think of losing your virginity?” I asked.
“When can we do it again?” she countered.
“In the morning. It’s late now, let’s get some sleep.”
I looked down and saw my semen slowly leaking out of her used teen pussy and fell asleep.

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My First Gay Dog Experience

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There was a knock at the door…my mother. I didn’t realize that she had come home. I’d been so caught up in my thoughts of Chris and Luke, that everything around me faded and disappeared. But the sound of her voice brought me back to reality. I wished she had just left me alone, so I could be peacefully miserable with my thoughts. “Brandon, are you in here?”
I thought about being quiet, hoping that she would think I was gone and wouldn’t bother me. But even still, she would’ve opened the door and come into my room anyway. There was really no escaping her. “Yeah,” I said. “Come in.”
My mother walked in. She stood by the doorway as though she didn’t want to come next to me, as though there was something wrong with me. Maybe there was something wrong with me. “You don’t look too good,” she told me.
“I don’t feel too good,” I answered.
“Well, I would ask if you want to talk about it, but knowing you, you wouldn’t tell me anyway.”
A part of me was offended by her statement. Yet she was right. It was rare for me to ever confide in her about anything. “You wouldn’t understand,” I said.
“I can probably understand more than you think I can,” she responded. My mother took a step toward my bed. My sheets still had Luke’s strong body scent on it; I’m surprised she wasn’t able to smell it when she first walked in. ‘Tell me something,” she said. “Anything. I want to know what’s going on with you.”
“Do you really?” I asked cynically. I could tell that she was genuinely trying to make an effort to talk to me, but I felt really awkward, like a stranger was in my room.
“I know what’s upsetting you,” my mother told me. She sat at the edge of my bed. My heart fluttered. “It’s that boy,” she said.
I wanted to say ‘Which one?’ I didn’t say anything. I stayed quiet and waited for her to continue.
“What happened?” She asked.
I stared out my bedroom window, into the darkness. I remembered lying in bed, naked, with Chris by my side under the covers, looking out the window, into nights full of passion and possibility. Yet when I looked out the window now, all I saw was a cold black night, full of disappointment. “What do you mean what happened?”
“Between you and that boy…what’s his name again?”
“Chris. We got into a fight a while ago.”
“Over what?”
“A lot of stupid things,” I said. I tried not to remember all the hurtful things Chris had told me in the park that night when he broke up with me, but I couldn’t. His words kept repeating themselves in my mind over and over again. My head pounded.
For a while, my mother was silent, and then she asked, more of a statement than a question, “You really care about this boy, don’t you?”
I stared at the ground. “I don’t know how I feel anymore…”
“I think you do,” My mother said, “I just think you’re afraid to admit to yourself how you really feel about him.”
“What do you care anyway?” I said, a bit too bitterly. “It wasn’t like you liked him in the first place. I thought you would be glad I’m not seeing him.”
My mother looked out the window with me. “Not if it means you’re this unhappy,” she said to me. “I can tell that he meant a lot to you. I can tell that he still means a lot to you. Rather you want to admit it or not.”
I really didn’t want to talk about Chris, especially with my mother. However I knew that at some point I would have to address it. I couldn’t keep it locked up inside my mind forever without sinking more and more into depression. “It would be easier if I could hate him,” I told her. “I just wish that I hated him. Even better, I wish I didn’t feel anything for him.
But I can’t hate Chris. The more I try, the harder it gets…I just wish things were simple in my life for once. I don’t know why every goddamn thing has to be so fuc–I don’t know why everything has to be hard all the time. I don’t see why I can’t just like someone and he like me, and there would be no problems.”
“Because then you would be bored,” my mother told me. “Even if you met the most perfect person in the world, who had everything you ever thought you wanted in someone, you would still find something about him that you didn’t like.”
When she said that, I immediately thought of Jason Coleman. I thought of how beautiful, intelligent, and how he had such a good personality. He was my ideal and I had the chance to pursue something with him, but I chose Chris over him. I chose someone I was undeniably, uncontrollably attracted to, but had almost none of the personality characteristics I looked for in guys.
And now I was sitting on my sweat-smelling bed, alone, with my mother doing her best to try and console me. I felt so stupid. I felt so alone. I kept wondering if this was really my life, or was it all just a big fuckin’ joke that the universe was playing on me. I was tired of everything and everyone. “I just want things to be simple for once,” I said aloud, not knowing I had done so.
“Nothing is easy,” my mother said. “Especially when it comes to loving someone.”
I winced when she said the word ‘love’. I wished she hadn’t said it. I wished I didn’t love Chris. I wished we had never done anything to begin with. Because then I wouldn’t have to be alone right now, feeling the way I felt.
“Why don’t you try talking to him?” My mother suggested. “Why don’t you call him?
“I called him, but he didn’t pick up his phone,” I said. “And right now, I don’t really care if I talk to him again or not.”
“Yes, you do,” my mother said. “You’re just upset right now. But you won’t be angry with him forever.”
I thought about that word, ‘forever’. That was the word that had broken Chris and I apart. I hated that word more than I hated the word, ‘love’.
“I don’t know…” I said. “I really don’t wanna think about this any more right now. I think I just rather go to bed now.”
My mother was silent for a few moments and then she stood and walked toward my bedroom door. “Good night,” she said. “I love you.”
I wanted to say it back, but those words didn’t feel right coming out of my mouth. “Me too,” I said. She closed the door. Taking off all my clothes, I climbed into the bed and turned off the lamp beside my bed, leaving the room in total darkness. I don’t know why I decided to go to bed with no clothes on, because I felt cold and the sheets felt hard and stale. As much as I fought against it, I wanted Chris to be here, right beside me.
We hadn’t touched each other in such a long time (or at least if felt like a long time) that I forgot what it felt like to have his body rubbing against mine; I missed how my skin tingled whenever he touched me; I missed his warm breath on the back of my neck; I missed how he used to whisper things into my ear, sending chills down my spine; I missed him fucking me, how it felt to have his big dick inside of me; how Chris would start off slow, and then progressively get faster and harder, ripping me apart; I missed the way he would groan and cry out when he came inside of my ass. I missed the way he would kiss me afterwards.
I missed everything about him, the good parts as well as the bad. I wanted Chris back with me. I wanted him here. But he wasn’t here. Wherever he was, whatever he was doing, he wasn’t here with me.
* * *
Billy Anderson and Jason Coleman were definitely together. They made it more than obvious. In English class, they sat next to each other, laughing with each other, whispering to each other. As I watched them, I felt a lot of things: On one side I felt glad that Jason had found someone he seemed to be interested in, but at the same time I felt a bit jealous that I wasn’t able to have what Billy and Jason had, with Chris. It was the second day in a row that Chris had not shown up for school. Yesterday I figured that he didn’t come to school because I thought that he didn’t want to see me. Perhaps he hadn’t come to school again for the same reason, but maybe not. Maybe it was something different.
Luke sat three seats ahead of me. Occasionally, he turned around to look at me. He didn’t smile or give me any bad looks, but it was obvious to me that he was still upset that I hadn’t gone as far as he wanted to last night. He was such a beautiful boy and not just his looks. His personality was cool too. And as usual, I had rejected someone who had actual interest in me, over someone who probably didn’t give a fuck about me unless he was looking to fuck.
Luke was right in front of me. Chris wasn’t. Luke was nice to me. Chris wasn’t. Luke seemed like the kind of guy that would be really good to me – I didn’t know if I could say the same thing about Chris. Why was I attracted to someone who brought me such misery instead of someone who respected me? Why did I have such a love affair with pain instead of happiness? I looked over at Billy and Jason, and as I watched them smiling and talking to each other, oblivious to everyone else’s stares or opinions, I felt a little bit of hope that maybe I could have something like that one day. Not a lot of hope – just a little.
After class, I caught up with Luke as he was going to his locker. “Hey, Luke. Can I talk to you for a second?”
Luke turned around. He looked at me as though he had completely forgotten who I was. The recognition came slowly. “Hey,” he muttered. “What do you want?” He didn’t say it in a cruel or annoyed way, but I definitely got the impression that I wasn’t someone he really wanted to be talking to.
I tried smiling but it didn’t work, so I just said, “I just wanted to talk to you…about what happened about last night.” I tried to talk low enough so that the people around us couldn’t hear. “Are you still mad at me?”
“I wasn’t mad at you at all,” Luke said sternly. He opened his locker and jammed his textbook inside.
My heart skipped. I started to feel a bit of reassurance. “Good, `cause I thought you didn’t like me anymore or something.”
Luke glanced at me from the corner of his eye as he shut his locker door and cleared the combination lock. “It’s not like I hate you or somethin’, Brandon.”
“What are you doing after school?” I asked.
“We got detention, remember?”
“I mean afterwards.”
“I don’t know,” Luke said. “Haven’t decided yet.”
“Do you wanna do something?” I asked, nervous to hear his response.
Luke looked at me for a few seconds and smiled. He had such an incredibly perfect smile. “No,” he said.
At first I thought I heard him wrong. I was so expecting him to say yes. “Huh?”
“No,” he repeated, but this time the smile wasn’t there.
“I don’t get it,” I told him. “I thought -”
“That just `cause I like you I would follow you around like a dumb little dog.” Luke shook his head. “I like you, Brandon. But you don’t really like me. Well, not enough for me anyway. I don’t really see the point of you pretendin’ you like me when you don’t. I know who you really like, and it’s not me.” Luke smiled again, not a smile of ridicule, but an actual friendly smile, “I’ll see you later, Brandon.”
He walked off. Embarrassed isn’t a strong enough word to describe how I felt at that moment. I thought about what he had said, which was basically that I had been using him – which I had been doing. Luke was right in saying that I had taken advantage of his liking me without really liking him in return. I didn’t feel embarrassed because Luke had turned me down – because I deserved from the way I had treated him, but because of the way I had treated him, as though he were just someone I could use and throw away when I didn’t need him anymore. Slowly I walked off in the other direction.
* * *
“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
I looked up and saw Eve towered over me, smoking a cigarette. She looked gorgeous in a pair of tight, low-cut indigo-colored jeans that made it clear that she wasn’t wearing underwear, and a black tube-top that emphasized her lean stomach and nice abs. Eve had better abs than most boys I’d seen. Of course she was out of dress code, but I don’t think any of the faculty had the balls to tell her. She sat down in the grass beside me. She smelled like strawberries. “You look like you’re fuckin’ favorite puppy died or somethin’.”
I laughed even though I didn’t want to. “I’m okay,” I said.
“Don’t give me that fake bullshit. Just tell me what’s wrong with you.”
“I don’t really like talking about my problems to other people,” I told her.
“And I don’t really like hearing other people’s problems,” Eve said. “But tell me before I put this cigarette in your eye.”
“It’s just been a whole lot of shit going on that I’ve had to deal with.”
“I know it has to deal with that dude you’re messin’ with, Chris Green. You two haven’t fucked and made up yet?”
“He hasn’t been to school in the past couple of days. I haven’t been able to talk to him.”
“Do you know where he lives?” Eve asked.
“Yeah, his friend Billy told me last night. I thought about going over there last night. But it was too late -”
“What the fuck do you mean it was too late?” Eve demanded. “If you really fuckin’ like somebody it doesn’t matter what time it is, if it was fuckin’ three o’clock in the mornin’ you would go over there.” When Eve said that, I was reminded of when Chris showed up to my house at three o’ clock and took me to the football field to have sex. Of any of the times that we had been together, that would be the night that always remembered and valued over all the others. She was right. The real reason why I had gone over to Chris’ house wasn’t because it was too late, but because I was afraid to see him.
“Let’s go,” Eve said, interrupting my thoughts.
“Where?” I asked.
“Hollywood,” Eve said sarcastically, “where the fuck do you think? Chris’ house. See if the asshole is there.”
“We can’t go there. I have to be in my physics class in like five minutes.”
“Fuck class. You’re tryin’ to fix a broken relationship. Who gives a fuck about physics?”
“Why do you care so much?” I questioned.
“I don’t,” Eve said. “Just gives me a reason not to be here.”
I smiled again. “What if he’s not there?”
“What if he is?”
“What if he doesn’t wanna see me?”
“What if he does? Stop tryin’ to find fuckin’ excuses not to do the damn thing and just do it.” Eve stood and brushed grass off her ass. “Get up and let’s go.”
I wanted to say, “No, I can’t.” But I figured Eve would come up with a clever response to refute why there was no real reason why I couldn’t go to Chris’ house. A part of me was still scared to see Chris, but at the same time I still wanted to see him. I stood up slowly and began to follow Eve to her fire-colored car. “I can’ believe I’m doin’ this shit.” I opened the car door and climbed inside. I had never skipped a class in all twelve years I had been in school. But it was an important reason to skip.
Eve turned on the ignition, and I nearly jolted out of my seat when the radio blared to life, pumping loud-ass music that I knew would be able to be heard throughout the whole campus. Eve swerved out of the student parking lot and out the gates. I made sure I put on my seat belt. I turned down the volume a little.
“Where does he live?” Eve asked.
“Mosswood Avenue,” I told her. Eve accelerated the speed, paying no attention to the frequent speed bumps. I hit my head on the ceiling of the car a few times. Eve just laughed. After she stopped laughing, she asked, “What are you gonna say to him?”
I hadn’t thought about that at all. “I don’t know.”
“Well, you only got fifteen minutes to figure out.”
“I don’t even know if I really want to see him right now.”
“Too late now,” Eve said. “Besides, you gotta face him at some point anyway. You can try and pretend like it doesn’t bother you, but eventually it eats away at your ass like fuckin’ emotional termites until you feel like you’re fuckin’ goin’ to fall apart. Believe me, I know.”
* * *
We arrived at Chris’ house exactly fifteen minutes later as Eve said he would. His house was a lot smaller than mine, and a lot more run-down looking. But just every house on Chris’ block looked rundown, as though monsters lived inside of those houses instead of people. Even though it was daylight and nobody was around, I still felt a bit scared about getting out of the car.
“Go ahead,” Eve said.
I wanted to ask, “Can’t you come with me,” but that would’ve sounded stupid. I just looked at the house for a long time. I didn’t see Chris’ truck parked in the driveway or parked along the street. For some reason I didn’t take that as a major sign that he wasn’t home. Cautiously, I got out of the door and walked up to Chris’ porch. I could hear my heart beating. Once I got to his door, I thought about turning around and heading right back toward Eve’s car. But I didn’t. I rang the bell and tried to look casual.
A minute passed and Chris didn’t come to the door. I figured that maybe he was sleep and hadn’t heard me ringing the doorbell, so I rang it again. Again, I waited – patiently. He still didn’t come to the door. He wasn’t home. His truck wasn’t anywhere to be seen and nobody came to the door. Chris wasn’t there. I had missed class to come see him and he wasn’t even home. Behind me, I heard Eve honk her horn and yell out the window, “Is he there?”
Disappointed, I turned around to go back to the car – when the door opened. I was a little startled because I wasn’t expecting anyone to answer. The man who answered the door wasn’t Chris, but looked a lot like him if Chris were about twenty-five years older. The man looked cold and emotionless, as though he had lost his soul years ago.
He must’ve been good-looking when he was younger, like Chris was now, but there was so much anger and pain etched into his face that it was difficult to see the parts of the man that were once attractive. It was obvious to me that I was looking at Chris’ father. He stared at me with such hateful eyes, as though I had personally done something horrible to him. I wish I had gone back to Eve’s car sooner, because now I felt frozen. I couldn’t move.
“Who are you?” Chris’ father demanded.
I could barely talk. “…I know Chris. He’s a friend…I know Chris…”
The hatred in the man’s eyes intensified when I said Chris’ name.
“Is he home?” I asked, more than a bit frightened to hear his response.
Mr. Green just stared at me with his penetrating dark eyes. I looked at him and hoped that Chris wouldn’t look like his father when he got to be his age. I hoped Chris didn’t look so perpetually enraged and hollow. “No,” Mr. Green said sharply. “He’s not here.” He was about to slam the door in my face, but I stopped him by asking:
“Do you know where he went?”
“No, I don’t know where he went,” Mr. Green said just as sternly. I was expecting him to finish the sentence with “And I don’t give a fuck either.”
I took a step back. “Well, if he comes back, can you tell him that Brandon came by?”
Mr. Green looked at me as if I were the stupidest person that ever existed. “That boy won’t be comin’ back here. Not to my house.” He said it so emphatically and with so much spirit, that there was no doubt that he was absolutely serious. “If you got anything to say to him, I suggest you find him wherever he might be.” Mr. Green slammed the door shut, leaving me out on the porch, intimidated and bewildered. I stood there on the porch for about another minute before I turned and went back to the car.
“Who was that man?” Eve asked as I closed the car door.
“His father.”
“What did he say?”
I didn’t say anything. The only thing I could think was: No wonder why Chris is the way he is.
To be continued…

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