His Life Part 5 By- Kelly Jean
All around us was a dazziling display of lights flashing in every color. It was a beautiful sight to see. We were in a nightclub for gays, lesbians, transvestites, everyone! Music from speakers was blasting to the point of almost not being able to hear each other. Our voices were barley autable.
Jake and I weren't even in the night club five minutes before he took me to the crowded dance floor. He looked so happy to be out of the house with me. A smile had covered his gorgeous face since we had got here. I as well was very happy.
I was having the time of my life with Jake. We were laughing and smiling the entire time. His body rubbed against me at times and he pressed himself toward me a lot. I loved it. Every once and a while he put his hands on me; my chest the most. I wasn't surprised when he pulled his shirt off. My heart skipped a beat when I saw his tan shirtless body. Everything was going so well; it seemed like we were the only ones in the club. After a few more fast songs a slow one came on and Jake pulled me off the floor. Part of me was rather hurt. I was looking forward to dancing with him.
"Tony, come here," he said with a smile. He took a
hard grab onto my shoulders and playfully pushed me onto a couch.
"What are you doing?"
Again he laughed, "You're silly, kid. This is a club, isn't it?"
Just like in my room he started taking my clothes off. Well, no, I lied. Just my pants and boxers. Immediently I knew I was getting hard. I could feel his tongue licking between my thighs then his lips sucking
on me hard and long.
"Oh Jake..."
He continued to suck and lick all around. His hands were gribbing me tightly and once and a while his teeth carressed me. I was his candy and I loved it.
"How was that?" he smiled wipping his lips and chin off. His eyes looked extremly bright and excited.
I sat up watching him pull up my boxers and buttoning my pants with ease, "What do I think? It was awesome."
He sighed, "I wanted to do more..but...you know. We can't. God, I want to though. I really do."
"Just go do the first hot guy you see in here," I laughed.
"Would you be mad at me if I did?"
I stopped laughing and looked at him, "Um, I was kidding...but, um, I guess if you really want to. I know how much you love fucking people..."
"I won't if you don't want me too."
For a moment I pondered this. I wanted him to be happy, but I didn't want to see him with someone else.
"Just stay with me for now."
He came closer and wrapped his legs around me. I could feel him throbbing against me. Momentarily he began kissing and touching me. I loved him so much and didn't know how to tell him.
Or did I love him? I know I loved his sexy body and the way his kissed me, and of course the way he made my body tremble...that was obvious. I did care about him...yet, what about him. How much did I actually know about him? He's bi, or was, he has AIDS, likes to fuck, likes to do that a lot, he likes dancing and we are both in Algebra II. He was so different from me. He was so wild and crazy. I being sometimes outgoing and not the sex crazed type. These were the thoughts that ran through my mind as I lay in bed that night; away from the loud music and colorful lights. I got home at nearly 2 AM with my family already asleep. As I laid there my body yearned for his touch against me. Did I only love him for his body? I really didn't know...
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