Forever My Love, Chapter 16
Forever My Love
By Jason
This story is completely fictional. Any similarities to any persons or events, past or present are purely coincidental. This story may contain scenes which involve sexual situations between young males. If this type of material is offensive to you, or it is not legal for you to be reading this type of material, please do not read any further. This story is copyright © 2007 by Jason. Please do not copy this story for distribution or post on any online server without the author's permission. Please send all your comments to: greywolf_0173@hotmail.com, or jasonfinigan@yahoo.com You can also visit my site at: jasonfinigan.bravehost.com. Thanks and enjoy the story.
Chapter 16
"Jason, watch your language!" my mother admonished me.
"Sorry Mom," I said. "You have to be kidding Jon! You know these guys?" I asked.
"Yep," Jon replied.
"But if you went to school with them, and they were a couple years older than you, that means that they're only sixteen! How could they own a park? They weren't rich were they?"
"Not that I know of. The last time I saw them, they were both living in fairly modest three level homes. Both their parents had good jobs, but I never got the impression that they were rich or anything like that," Jon said.
"You're right honey," Sarah spoke up. "I knew Doug's mother. She and I talked often. Just like you said, they were comfortable, but they were by no means rich."
"Hey Mom, do you think there's a way we could go down to the park next summer?" Jon asked excitedly.
"I don't know," she said hesitantly, then looked over at my mother. "What do you think?"
"Oh dear I think it's a wonderful idea. We haven't been to an amusement park in a long time, and Jason loves them. I think it would be a really good idea for us to go," my mother replied.
"Go where?" my father asked, walking into the house after dropping off Vivian at her home.
"Hi Don," my mother said. "Jon and his mother know some people that own a new amusement park in Michigan, and they just asked if they could go next summer. The funny thing is, the people who own the park were people that Jon used to go to school with."
"Really? And they own a park? They must be rich to be able to do that," my father commented.
"Honestly Don, I don't know how they could have done it, but their names are clearly listed here on this ad in the paper," Sarah said, showing my father the ad.
"Well it sounds to me like a pretty good idea, though I'd have to see if I could get time off work for the trip, and I'll also need to talk to Vivian about it to see if she would like to join us."
"Well I guess it's settled then," Sarah said. "We'll make a trip to the park this summer. Now, what date should we pick to go?"
"That's easy, lets go at the beginning of July, like maybe the first week," I suggested.
"Hey yeah, that's an awesome idea!" Jon exclaimed. "That's the week of Independence Day in the States. There should be lots of things going on that week!"
"Yeah, I think it would be fun," I said.
"Karen, Don, what do you think?" Sarah asked.
"Sounds like a plan to me hon," my mother agreed.
"I don't think that should be too much of a problem, but as I said, I still need to check with Vivian," my father said.
"Okay then, We'll leave on the Monday," Sarah said, looking up a calendar which was hanging on the wall.
"Why the Monday Mom?" Jon asked. "We could go on the last Saturday of June."
"Well Son, that's because July first in Canada is a holiday, It's Canada Day. In fact, I believe Burlington will be hosting a carnival in Spencer Smith Park on that day. They do it every year, including a pretty impressive fireworks display at night."
"Oh cool!" Jon exclaimed. We definitely have to see that!"
"You're right there babe," I said. "Mom, Dad, and I went to see it last year. You should see some of the things I picked up from there. It's not just a carnival, they also have a stage set up for bands to play, and there are quite a few places where you can buy things like posters, pictures, CDs, really neat blankets, and funny clothes."
"What do you mean funny?" Jon asked.
"You'll see, just wait till I bring over the rest of my stuff." Then I looked up at my father. "Dad, we're going to stay here aren't we?"
"Yes Son, we are," my father said. "I've already contacted a Realtor and they're going to go take a look at the house sometime tomorrow. In fact, I'll need to have us go over to pick up everything we need to bring over, like your clothes and your computer."
Right at that moment, we heard a faint scratching noise coming from up stairs. In all the excitement we had forgotten that we left the two kittens alone up in our room.
"Oh crap Jay, the kittens!" Jon said, bounding up the stairs.
"Wait for me babe!" I yelled, jumping up off the chair I was sitting in and following after him. Outside the door, we heard the kittens crying. Jon carefully opened the door, and immediately both kittens came running out into the hallway. Jon picked up his kitten, while I picked up mine, both of them beginning to purr in our arms almost right away. Still holding onto our new kittens we went back downstairs.
"Now that is the cutest thing I have ever seen!" my mother commented upon Jon and me sitting back down in the kitchen.
"I have to agree with you there Sarah," my father said. "I see you decided to get them a cat after all."
"Dad you knew we were going to get kittens?" I asked him.
"Of course Son," he replied, smiling. "Though I didn't expect to see two kittens in the house."
"You're okay with us having two though right?" I asked.
"Of course Son. After all you and Jon have been through, and done for Paul and Kyle, you both deserve this. Now. Have those kittens seen where the litter boxes and the food is yet?"
"Not yet Dad," Jon answered.
"Well then I suggest you do that before you two have to clean up after their mess," my father said.
Jon and I took the kittens down into the basement to where I had placed the litter box. I put my kitten inside first and watched as she started kicking sand around inside immediately. After a few minutes of that I could hear the unmistakable sound of liquid hitting the litter and knew that she was going to the bathroom. Several more minutes of her kicking around the litter passed, and then she came bounding out of the box. Jon's kitten was next, and the whole scenario was repeated inside until he too left the box. I swear that if those kittens could smile, they'd be smiling from ear to ear in relief.
We decided that the kittens needed some time to explore, so Jon and I backed away from them who were busy play fighting with each other. If you have never seen two kittens playing, you are really missing out. It's the cutest thing ever.
Eventually they started to get tired of playing and wanted to get some more attention from Jon and me.
"Hey Jon, I bet they need to get something to eat and drink after all that playing."
"I think you're right babe," Jon said. "Lets see if they'll follow us up the stairs."
I backed away from my kitten, and started to make my way out of the laundry room, and up the stairs. It was so cute to see her running to catch up to me, and trying to climb my legs. When I got to the stairs though, it was a different matter entirely. Climbing up first, I looked back down to see this hyper ball of fur doing all she could to climb those stairs, and wouldn't you know it, she climbed them just as if she'd done it all her life. She followed me all the way to the back door where I showed her where the food and water dishes were. I didn't need to coax her into eating, as she attacked both the food and water like a cat starved for days.
Jon soon followed after, as his kitten too had climbed the stairs on it's own. Instead of him letting his kitten walk with him to the food and water, he opted to pick him up and carry him there. It was funny watching Scrapper trying to attack Jon's nose. Lucky for Jon, his kitten never did get it, though I know if he did get lucky just once, my boyfriend would have a nice little scratch on his nose.
Setting his kitten down beside mine, he stood beside me and watched as the two kittens ate and drank. You would swear that these two kittens had never eaten a thing in their lives. Their stomachs were beginning to fill out the more they ate, until both of them were too full to eat any more.
Looking into the bowls I could see that they had consumed a great amount of the food that Jon had put in there. Their hunger and thirst now satisfied, the two of them sat by the back door cleaning themselves, as cats always do after eating.
"All right boys," my father said, making us focus our attention on him rather on our new kittens. "Tomorrow's another school day, and you two have yet to get your homework done. Go upstairs and bring it down to do. It's almost dinner time."
"Okay Dad," I said reluctantly. Taking one last look at the kittens, who were still cleaning themselves, Jon and I took off upstairs to our bedroom. Our school bags, which we had not even touched since coming home from school on Friday, were still sitting in the same spots where we had dropped them.
"Jay, before we go down, there's something I want to do first," Jon told me, closing the door behind me.
"Me too babe," I said, turning to face him. We came together at that moment, wrapping our arms around each other. "I love you Jon."
"I love you too Jay," Jon said. And with that, we brought our lips together, and stood there in our room, holding and kissing each other. Neither of us wanted it to end. We wanted forever to be holding each other, being in each other's arms, and never letting go. Sadly, we knew that that was not possible. All Jon and I could do was make a promise to be there for each other always.
"I'm going to marry you Jon," I said, pulling away from him, and holding him at arm's length from me. I looked into his eyes, and could see the love he had for me, in them. It was beginning to sink in that Jon and I were going to be spending the rest of our lives together, and I wanted it. I wanted it more than I've ever wanted anything in my life before.
"I know love. Loving you, and being your husband for the rest of our lives is the one thing I never dreamed would happen. Now that it is, I could never wish for anything else, but to forever be by your side," Jon said.
The love we felt from each other was so strong at that moment, that it threatened to cause the both of us to cry. As it was, tears had already formed in both our eyes, as we stood there staring at each other.
"I love you Jon," I said, gently wiping away a tear that had fallen down his cheek.
"I love you too Jason," he answered.
"Come on, lets get downstairs and get this homework done before dinner. I don't know about you, but I'm starving!" I said lightheartedly.
Jon laughed. "You're always hungry babe."
"Oh and you're not?" I asked playfully.
"I swear babe, I don't know where you put it."
"It goes right to my heart babe, to fuel my love for you," I said, picking up my backpack.
"Awww, that is so sweet babe," Jon said. "Now git!" laughing at me as he pushed me in the direction of the door, his backpack in his other hand.
As it was, we didn't have all that much homework to do. I had a little bit of Math and Computer Applications work, which, thankfully, I'm very good at, so it didn't take me that long to do. Jon on the other hand had some science home work. Science wasn't a strong subject for Jon, neither was it mine, but I was a little better at it than Jon. Usually I end up helping Jon, and this time wasn't any different.
It took us about an hour to complete it all, after which our parents checked over everything we had done.
"This is pretty good," my father remarked, looking over Jon's home work.
"Thanks Dad," Jon replied. "But Jason helped me with a lot of it."
"Nonsense babe. All I did was help you in a few spots," I said.
"Well, however it was done, I think you did a good job at it Jon."
"Thanks," Jon said, blushing a bit.
"Honey, I don't even know why I bother looking over your home work," my mother commented.
"Why is that Mom?" I asked her, though I knew the answer already as she always said the same thing when she looked over my computer applications home work.
"Because you do so well in that class that you should be teaching it."
"Mom!" I protested, since she had gotten up from the chair she was sitting in and ruffled up my hair, forcing me to try to put it back into place.
"Sorry, I couldn't resist doing that," my mother snickered.
"Hey babe, you should get your hair cut short so she couldn't do that," Jon suggested.
"Hey, what's this, trying to ruin my fun son?" my mother said with a mock hurt look on her face.
Jon just grinned at her, and put his arm around my shoulder. "Nah, just looking out for my man," he said.
"Thanks babe," I said, turning my face towards him and giving him a quick kiss on his lips.
"Hey, if I get thanks like that, I'm going to do it all the time," Jon said, making all of us to laugh at his comment.
"Okay, dinner's going to be ready in about half an hour boys," My father said, stirring something in the pot. "Go put your homework away and you can spend some time playing with your kittens in the living room before dinner."
We weren't ones to pass up an opportunity like that, so Jon and I dashed up the stairs, giggling as we playfully tried to beat each other up the stairs. Jon won of course, as he always was more athletic than me, though I have been catching up to him lately.
Dinner was amazing as it usually is when my father cooks. Say what you will about us guys, but my father was an excellent cook. I was certain that when he was going to school he was torn between choosing either to be a fire fighter or a chef. I was only grateful that he decided to be a fire fighter but still keep his cooking skills intact. He made one mean roast beef.
After dinner, Jon and I spent some more time with our kittens. I was amazed when Misty suddenly took off down to the basement. I followed after her to see where she had gone, and sure enough found her using the litter box. I made a mental note to myself to not get too close to the litter box when she was using it. Oh man can they make a stink! Thankfully, she, like every cat, covered it up with the litter before jumping out of the box. Then she looked up at me, with her front paws on my legs. How could I refuse that innocent face, I thought to myself, and I bent forward to pick her up.
Cradling her in my arms, with her purring contentedly, I walked back up stairs where Jon was still playing with Scrapper. I had just come into the living room when he let out a slight shout.
"Ouch!" Jon said, pulling back his hand.
"What's wrong babe?" I asked him, putting Misty down to join Scrapper.
"Oh it's okay love," Jon said, putting a finger in his mouth for a bit. "Scrapper just caught me with one of his claws by accident."
"Okay love," I said. "They do have some sharp claws don't they?"
"Yep, they do, but l love him to death." he said, reaching out with his hand to pet Scrapper who looked back at him and went back to attacking his hand.
"You've got a live one there babe," I said, laughing.
"Ow, don't I know it!" he said. "Okay little one, I think we're going to have to get your nails clipped before you turn me into swiss cheese." Jon picked up his kitten and started to scratch behind it's ears. That seemed to calm it down a bit as it's eyes closed and it began to purr, a look of sheer pleasure on it's cute little face.
Eventually it was time for us to get to bed. We wanted to take our kittens to our bedrooms with us, but my mother said that wouldn't be a good idea.
"Why not?" I asked her.
"Son, think about it. Do you have a litter box in your room? If they have to go to the bathroom, where would they go?"
"Oh yeah," I said, suddenly feeling a little foolish. "I didn't think about that."
"Obviously not. But don't worry, they'll be fine. They both know where the litter box is, and as you pointed out in the store, they'll have each other to play with so they'll have company. You two get on up there and ready for bed. You can see them again in the morning."
"What about keeping our door open?" Jon suggested.
"Oh no, it's one thing to know you two are a couple, but I'm not anxious to walk by your room to see you two doing anything," Jon's mother said. Jon blushed with embarrassment as he obviously hadn't thought of that either.
The thought of any one of our parents walking by our room, the door wide open as Jon and I made love to each other, and just imagining the look on their faces when they see us made me snicker out loud.
"What are you laughing about babe?" Jon asked me, still embarrassed.
"Think about it babe," I said to him. "What would our parents faces look like if they saw us making love?"
"Oh my god!" Jon exclaimed, and began to laugh out loud with me.
"Well it's nice to see that the two of you can laugh at our expense," my father teased. "But it's time for you to get up there and ready for bed. School day tomorrow."
"I know Dad," I said, managing to calm down. We said goodnight to our parents and then picked up our kittens who were busy playing with each other. "Good night Misty," I said, giving her a little kiss on the top of her head. Jon did the same with Scrapper, and then we both set them back down. Immediately after they went right back to playing with each other. Jon and I stood there watching them for a few minutes, and then went upstairs.
"I want us to have a shower together love," Jon said. "I feel a little icky right now."
"Me too babe," I replied, and led Jon down the hall to the bathroom. Closing the door, I let Jon remove my clothes, feeling him run his hands over my naked flesh lightly, causing goosebumps to form all over my body. Once I was naked, I took off his clothes, enjoying the feel of my hands on his smooth skin. He was developing nicely, his muscles becoming toned and hard. Of the two of us, Jon was the more athletically inclined, and it showed on his body.
Neither of us wanted to spend too long in the shower, so we took turns washing each other down. I took special care to wash his cock and his tight ass, making sure I rubbed the soap into his crack. When it was Jon's turn to wash me down, I could feel him giving me the same treatment, and I couldn't believe how wonderful it felt to have his fingers slip between the cheeks of my ass.
Feeling his fingers rub against my tight pucker almost made me shoot my cum right there in the shower, but somehow I managed to hold off. Finally he decided that he had tortured me enough and the both of us set about washing each other's hair.
Turning off the water, we both got out of the shower, and wrapped towels around our waists. With our bodies still dripping water from the shower, we made our way to our room, and closed the door. Inside, we began to dry ourselves off, I couldn't help but watch my future husband as he bent over to dry his legs. I will never get tired of seeing Jon's naked body. Just the sight of his cute tight ass drove me wild. I couldn't help it as I walked forward and put my hands on both cheeks of that beautiful rump of his.
"Mmmm, getting a little frisky there aren't you babe?" Jon said enjoying my hands caress his butt.
"You're not complaining are you love?" I asked him seductively.
"Not a chance. Your hands feel so good on my ass right now," he said with a contented sigh.
"Then get on your stomach, and I'll show you how frisky I feel right now."
"Sounds like fun babe," Jon said enthusiastically. He climbed up onto the bed, and lay down on his stomach, his wonderful butt slightly sticking up in the air.
I dropped my towel to the floor, and climbed up onto the bed behind my fiancée. Placing my hands on the cheeks of his ass, I slowly massage them, feeling his muscles tighten and relax under his smooth skin. Jon's breathing was getting heavier and I could see his cock begin to harden. He began to moan, as I ran a finger along the crack from the base of his spine all the way to his balls which were beginning to draw up tight against his groin. I allowed my fingers to gently rub his perineum, causing Jon to moan louder and to push his ass towards me.
It was when my fingers began to rub around his tight pucker, that he really began to moan and move about.
"Oh god babe, you're driving me crazy!" he said between gasps.
"If you like that love, you're going to love this," I said softly. Leaning forward, I grasped both of his cheeks and spread them open, giving me a good view of his tight pink hole. This was the first time I'd even tried to do this, but almost instinctively I begin to slide my tongue all around the hole, sending shivers all throughout his body.
"Oh shit babe! What are you doing? That feels incredible! Oh god don't stop!" he almost yelled.
I had no intentions of stopping. At first I thought I would have been repulsed by the taste, but I quickly found that I didn't mind it at all. I think it helped that we had just had a shower, but even then, because it was him, I don't think it would have stopped me. I let my tongue flick around his hole, then deciding that I had teased him enough, gently started to press my tongue into that hole.
Sensing my tongue slide into him, he tensed up briefly, before relaxing and pushing his ass towards my face, driving my tongue deeper into him.
"Oh god baby, that feels incredible! Whatever you are doing, don't stop love!"
Lovingly, I moved my tongue in and out of his tight hole. The feel of his hole squeezing and releasing my tongue was driving me wild with desire. I could feel my cock beginning to harden, and I knew that I was starting to leak pre-cum.
"God babe, I want you inside me. Please make love to me now!" Jon pleaded, panting breathlessly from the rimming I had given him.
On the table beside the bed was a tube of KY. I didn't know where it had come from, but I was thankful it was there. Squeezing a bit of it onto my finger, I pressed it up to his tight pucker, that was already wet from my saliva. It slid in effortlessly. I then put a liberal amount of KY on my hard cock, and spread it all around, lubing it up in preparation to slide into his hot hole. Grabbing the towel that I had dropped on the floor, I wiped my hands off on it, then positioned my self behind Jon.
Jon had raised his ass higher into the air, kneeling slighting on his knees. Coming up behind him, I positioned the head of my cock against his hole, then pushed slightly, feeling his hole widen to allow my cock to slip inside. I could feel Jon tense up slightly, but then relaxed as his ass got used to my cock inside him. Sensing the muscles around my cock relax more, I pushed forward slowly, stopping every inch to allow his ass to get used to it, until I had my whole cock buried in his hole.
"Oh god baby! You feel so good inside me, make love to me now baby, I need to feel you cum inside me," Jon moaned.
With his plea, I begin to slide my cock out of his ass, then gently push it back in. With every thrust of my cock I could see his cock swell, getting harder. I could feel my cock rubbing against his hard prostate, and his cock jumped each time I hit it. Pre-cum was quickly leaking out of his cock, and I was rapidly approaching the point of no return. Ever more steadily, I thrust into his hole, holding onto his hips to help drive it as deep into him as I could.
Suddenly I felt the muscles around my cock squeeze as Jon shouted out loud, and then his cock released shot after shot of cum, landing on the sheets below. His orgasm triggered my own as I thrust into him one last time as deep as I could go, and came inside him, my orgasm seemingly going on forever. It seemed to me that my cock would never stop releasing my cum, but finally it did. I must have shot at least eight times in him, and I was exhausted.
Together we collapsed on the bed, my cock still inside him. All I could do was lay there on top of my fiancée and hold him tightly, kissing his neck. "I love you Jon," I told him, still breathing heavily.
"I love you too Jay. I never want this feeling to end," he said, equally as out of breath as me.
"Me neither," I said. "but I think we need to get washed up again, and change the sheets."
"Oops, yeah you're right," Jon said, suddenly realizing that he was laying in his own cum.
We quickly got up off the bed, my cock slipping out of him. Opening the door to make sure no one saw us, we ran naked back into the bathroom and closed the door. Once more we turned on the shower, thankful that there was still hot water left. Jon lovingly, washed my cock and balls, which were covered in KY, it was now flaccid but still leaking. Getting it all cleaned up, Jon leaned forward and kissed the tip of my cock.
He then stood up and I had him bend forward and pull the cheeks of his ass apart. I grabbed the soap and gently washed his sensitive hole. It was only the second time I had made love to Jon like this, and it was a little red, but otherwise okay. When I had washed him down, I washed my hands and put the soap back on the tray.
Looking at Jon, standing there in front of me, his face showing just how much love he had for me. His eyes were sparkling, and he was wearing a very contented smile. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me close to him then pressed his lips up against mine. We stood under the running water, holding and kissing each other with a passion and love that we both knew would never end.
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