PROLOGUE.
Lucas slowly slid his hand down my stomach and rested them on my waist. We were standing, facing each other, as we had done many times before - just standing, staring into each others eyes. He was incredibly sexy, and the things he said and did could turn me on in a heartbeat. I longed for him - for him to always be near me, and to be with me whenever I needed him. But now, he was leaving - going back to Florida after living with me in drab Maine. For two months he had lived with me, and we had had the best times...and the most intimate.
"Good-bye," I whispered into his ear, as we embraced. "I love you."
"I love you," he said back, as his strong arms wrapped around my back, and latched onto each other. We broke a little, and I looked into the depths of his eyes, as he did me. A tear rolled down his cheek, and I took my sleeve and wiped it off, and then kissed him.
"I'll miss you," I said.
"I'll miss you more," he said back smiling.
"Couldn't possibly, I'm bigger." I replied, laughing. We kissed again, and he grabbed his suitcase.
"I wish I didn't have to go," he said, on the verge of tears.
"Please, don't cry." I said, as I kissed his forehead. "We'll be together again. It's not like you're leaving for good, right?" He nodded. He turned, and began to ascend the stairs. I watched him go up, and remembered all that had happened.
ONE.
I always think of the musical VIOLET when I'm on a bus, anymore, after seeing it and falling in love with it. I find myself humming "On My Way" from it while on the bus, and look for the old woman going to Nashville, or the incredibly sexy Flick, or egotistical Montgomery to lash out at, or the bus driver - I even want to find the televangelest preacher to heal my scar (which I don't have). Yes, I always think of VIOLET.
After stepping off the bus after returning from Ohio, I noticed a boy about my age on the bench of the bus stop. At first glance, I thought that he was Prince William, but then it clicked in my mind, "What the hell would the Prince of England be doing in Maine?" He had short blonde hair, and bright green eyes; a smooth complexion and an entrancing stare. He had his right cartilege pierced, and a wonderful neck. (You must realize I have a neck fetish.) He was wearing khaki shorts which when he was standing up (I'm guessing) came to well below his knee, and a bright blue shirt with the Superman logo on the front. He also had on Berkenstock sandals. The first word I thought of to describe him: breathtaking. I went and inconspicuously sat down next to him and pulled out a magazine and read.
When I read, I tend to zone out. In this zone, I also sing...Without realizing it. I began to sing "Children Will Listen" from INTO THE WOODS. I was singing in my falsetto to hit the high notes which the Witch sings, and when I noticed the gorgeous boy sitting next to me, staring at me and smiling, it clicked that I was singing.
"Sorry," I said quickly.
"Oh, no need to apologize. I was enjoying it."
"It's a sin to lie, you know," I kidded.
"I'm not lying!" he exclaimed, playfully pushing me. My God, he touched me!
I nearly melted into a pile of Jordan goop.
"Yeah, sure." I said, smiling.
"I'm Lucas," he said, extending his hand.
"Jordan." I replied, grasping his hand. It was soft, gentle, yet strong and commanding. "Nice to meet you."
"Likewise. So, what are you reading, there?"
"Oh, Teen People. It's my new favourite magazine."
"I like it, too. It's kinda girly, but oh, well."
"Yeah, it's supposed to be for all teens, but seems to be aimed at teenaged girls. Go figure."
"Preach on." We laughed. He had a very sexy laugh - a light chuckle. His smile was bright - he made me very excited. "So, where'd you come from? I saw you get off the bus." He saw me?
"Ohio."
"Far from here, eh?"
"Yeah. I was visiting my grandparents. After this, I'm going to my parents beach house for a few weeks."
"A few weeks? Where's the beach house at?"
"A few blocks from here - right on the beach. It's lovely. Three stories, balconies galore, a huge master bedroom on the second floor..."
"Sounds great."
"It is," I said, smiling. "Who're you waiting for.
"No one, really. I'm just resting before I start walking, again."
"Walking? Where to?"
"Don't know, exactly. Just to wherever."
"You don't have very good walking shoes," I said, pointing to his sandals.
"It's all I had in my closet when I left."
"Oh. Well...I know it may seem sort of sudden, but...why don't you come and stay with me for a while?"
"With you? Won't your parents care?"
"They never use the house, anymore. My mom begs my dad to sell it - he won't. He's stubborn. I'm glad, though - it leaves it all for me."
"Well, sure, I guess I could. If you really don't mind."
"Not at all."
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Journal,
Today, at the bus stop - I was taking a break from walking - I met a guy. A beautiful guy. He looks like Jonathan Jackson - short spikey brown hair, piercing blue eyes, left ear pierced, eyebrow pierced - he's absolutely gorgeous! We ended up talking - I was so psyched! - and he invited me to stay at his parent's beach house which they never use. He gave me the address, and told me to start walking right after he left. I can still see the tail lights from his mother's car - I better start walking, though. They just turned. Until later.
LUCAS
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I arrived at the house, kissed my mother good-bye, and ran inside. She left, and I got a huge smile on my face. A beautiful young boy was about to come and stay with me! I got a Coke out of the fridge and a bag of chips from the pantry (Mom and Dad had stocked up the pantry and fridge full of food for me), and sat on the large leather couch and flipped on the TV, turning to MTV. *N SYNC was on, "I Drive Myself Crazy." I love the song - and the video is even better - but I was getting tired of it. I went to the CD player and put in INTO THE WOODS, VIOLET, RENT, SIDE SHOW, RAGTIME, and LITTLE SHOP OF HORRORS, and put it on shuffle. The first song that came on was "Wheels of a Dream" from RAGTIME. Brian Stokes-Mitchell and Audra McDonald sounded beautiful together - I nearly cry every time I listen to the song.
The songs switched around: "Let it Sing" from VIOLET, "Take Me or Leave Me" from RENT, "Suddenly Seymour" from LITTLE SHOP OF HORRORS, and "Into the Woods" from INTO THE WOODS. Finally, about thirty minutes after I got home, the doorbell rang. I lept off the couch and ran to the door, stopped, straightened my hair and clothes and opened the door. There he was - his hair matted to his head from sweat - and breathing heavily.
"Honey, I'm home!" he said, smiling.
"Welcome!" I said, smiling back at him.
"Impressive house," he said. "May I come in?
"No, you have to stay outisde," I kidded. "Of course you can!"
He stepped in the house, and his jaw hung ajar as he looked over the whole house - the large living room and fireplace, the vaulted ceilings, and the second story loft, and the spiral staircase leading up to the loft area, which is home of the master bedroom, master bathroom, humongous walk-in closet, pool table, and CD jukebox.
"Toto," he said, "I don't think we're in Kansas anymore."
"You're not. You're in Munchkinland, and I'm the Mayor!" I said, speaking in a high voice. He laughed long and hard - his chuckle which I loved so much.
"So, where am I staying? On that couch?"
"No, you're staying up with me, if that's okay...?"
"Suits me just fine," he said. "So, where's my grand tour?"
I led him through the kitchen, living room, downstairs bathroom, showed his where the door to the huge deck was, and where the closet was. Then, we went upstairs. I showed him the pooltable, CD jukebox, pinball machine, then the master bathroom, with the jacuzzi tub, shower, fireplace, and TV in it, and the master bedroom with a specially made bed, which is the size of a king-and-a-half, the fluffy comforters on it, and the fainting couch. Also, the big screen television, fireplace, and large window which overlooked the beach, and took up almost the whole wall. In the evening, very romantic sunsets shone through and highlighted the room in deep blues, reds, oranges, and purples. This was by far my favourite room of the house.
"I don't think you really need to see the attic. It's all storage crap, anyhow."
"Works for me," he said, smiling.
"A lot works for you, doesn't it?" I asked.
"I'm an easy guy to please." He snickered.
"Good. I would hate to live with a hard-to-please-er."
He asked what to do about clothes and things.
"You look about my size," I said. "You can use mine."
"Works...I mean...Good. Oh, hell. Works for me." He smiled, and I nearly lept on him, but I controlled myself. "When can we go and chill on the beach?"
"Whenever you want to," I said.
"Where do you keep the bathing suits in this mansion," he asked.
I went into the closet and told him to follow me. I showed him where all the clothes were laid out. He took a bathing suit and walked back out. "Are you going to come in, too?" he asked.
"Maybe," I said.
"Cool." He slipped his shirt over his head. I nearly yelled in joy. He was as gorgeous under his clothes as over. He had broad shoulders, and semi-muscular arms. He had defined pecs (though not overly-defined), and a six pack which was very prominent. He had no visible body hair (good for me, for I hated body hair), and his belly button was not an innie, but not an outie, either...it was somewhere in between. It was adorable. He pushed his shorts down, followed by his boxer shorts. His penis was large - about four inches soft with no pubic hair at all. He shaved it all off, and it looked as though none had ever grown there before! He had a cut head, and low-haning balls. My dick was raging in my loose jeans. He pulled the trunks up over his tan legs and tied the strings. I was in a daze. "Let's go!" he said, trotting out of the room. I followed him. His butt was outlined in the shorts - it was small and tight, it appeared.
"He went out to the beach as I collapsed on the leather couch and closed my eyes. "Thank you, God," I siad aloud.
TWO.
Lucas returned from the beach soaking wet. He stopped at the door. "Jordan, can you hand me a towel?"
"They're in the closet - it doesn't matter if you get the floor wet, that's why that section is linolium." I was in the kitchen making some Maccaroni and Cheese; apparently, he smelled it, also.
"Whatchya fixin'? he asked, coming up behind me. He was standing directly behind me, and he was breathing softly in my ear; I was so hot.
"Maccaroni and..." I gasped. He took my ear lobe into his mouth and nibbled on it. I quickly turned around and we were face to face. He put his hands on the counter and leaned into me. He kissed me square on the lips and then leaned back some. We stared at each other, and then I leaned in and kissed him back. "Cheese. Maccaroni and Cheese is what I'm fixing," I said, smiling and turning back around.
"Sounds good."
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Journal,
I can't believe what I did today - it took the guts I didn't know I had! I actually made a "pass" at Lucas...I was standing behind him, and then I took his ear lobe in my mouth. His head moved, and he gasped then turned and looked at me. It was such a suspensful moment...then I was amazed (and proud) at what I did next - I kissed him! And then HE KISSED ME BACK! I was so hot...but we didn't do anything else. I was glad and bummed at the same time. If anything comes of this, I don't want to rush it. Well...that's my entry for now...I'm off to play Scrabble with Jordan.
LUCAS
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"Closet." I laid down the last of my letters. "You count the points - I was never good at score keeping in this game." Jordan jotted down my score, and it was then his turn.
"Kisses," he said. I looked at him and smiled. He smiled back, and then said, "What do you say we stop Scrabble? I'm not very good at it, anyway."
"Suits me fine - we have all summer." We put the game up, and went and sat on the couch. I wrapped myself in a hand-made afghan and snuggled up next to the arm of the couch. Lucas sat on the oppisite side of the couch and looked at me.
"I have a question...and I hope you don't get upset or anything when I ask..."
"I promise," I said. He smiled.
"Uh...when I...did that...today...did you...?"
"I loved it." I said. His eyes widened, and he moved a little closer to me.
I unwrapped my afghan from around me and he snuggled next to me. This was going to be the best summer ever. I could all ready tell.
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I awoke the next morning with a sleeping Lucas snuggled against me. His head was rested on my shoulders - his eyes closed, and his mouth partly open, he looked like an Angel. I was falling for him, and I didn't know whether that was good, or bad...I hadn't even known him a full twenty-four hours, yet, and I wanted him to be mine...forever.
"Wake up," I whispered in his ear, softly. His eyes fluttered open and he looked at me.
"'Morning," he said, groggily. He pushed himself upwards and kissed me on my cheek. "Have a nice sleep?"
"Better than you know," I said, and kissed his forehead.
THREE.
Later that night, after the beach became closed to the public, I decided to go for a quick swim. I'm not a big swimmer, but I enjoy it sometimes. Jordan said he was going to finish watching his TV show, and then come and swim with me.
I ran down the deck, down the flight of stairs, and onto the sandy beach. I dropped my towel a few yards from the shore line, and lept into the water. It was slightly warm, which was good - I didn't feel like freezing. I dove upder a wave and came up, pushing my hair back from my face. I looked up at the house and could see that all the lights were off. I saw a shadow coming down the porch.
"Lucas?" I called out.
"Maybe..." a voice responded. I could clearly tell it was Lucas.
"Is your show over?"
"No, but I couldn't stand to be away from you," he said.
"How sweet," I said back to him. He came in the water and swam up to me. The only light that shone was that of the moon and the stars.
"The water's nice," he said, swimming up to me, and placing his hands on my shoulders.
"Very nice," I said. We brought out foreheads close together. I puckered my lips, and he planted his on mine. We held them there for a minute, and then broke apart.
I sang: "I never thought I could be so happy."
"What's that from?" he asked.
"INTO THE WOODS," I replied, and kissed him again.
"You and your musicals." he said, smiling.
"Is that a bad thing?" I asked.
"Never," he said, and rested his head on my shoulder.
"I'm getting chills. I'm going up to the shore." I waded up and out of the sea, and to my towel. I laid it out flat, and stretched out on it. I heard Lucas come up and he stood over me. Droplets of water from his naked chest and swim trunks were dropping on me. "Watch it with the water," I said.
"...And if I don't?" he said, as he knelt over me. He straddled over my waist, his butt resting on my crotch. He put his hands on my stomach. "Your body is so nice," he said, as he lightly ran his fingers up my chest, around my pecs, and then down to my belly button.
"It's not as nice as yours," I said. I admired his six pack. I had a thin frame; you could see my stomach muscles, but not as defined as Lucas.
Lucas repositioned himself to where he was laying on top of me. His fingers ran through my hair and I let my pointer finger trace his cheek bones, chin, jaw line, and ears.
"You're beautiful," he whispered, as he leaned in and kissed me. His light, sexual kisses traveled down my neck. I moved my head to give him easier access to my neck. His kisses didn't stop - they traveled across my shoulders, and then back up my neck and to my ears. He took my ear lobe into his mouth again, and I had the same reaction as I did the first time. I gasped, only louder his time. He let it out, and looked at me. "You like that?" I nodded. "So do I," he said, kissing my bottom lip.
We laid there, on top of each other, for about ten minutes before the air began to get too cool, and we were forced my Mother Nature to go inside. I hoped we would have many more encounters as we did on the beach.
We would.
FOUR.
Journal,
I can't believe it. I'm happy, yet fearful all at the same time. I kissed Jordan - really, REALLY kissed Jordan tonight. It was amazing - fireworks exploding! But, I'm frightened that I rushed things...I initiated everything that happened, and I feel bad. What if he didn't want to do anything? What if he thinks I'm trying to rush him into things - I'm not! I want things to go at a pace which suits us both...but GOD do I want to get in his pants! But I have to wait. I WILL wait. I MUST. (Must I really wait?)
LUCAS
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I warmed up some of the leftover mac and cheese, adding some milk to make it creamier. There's nothing worse than stick-together mac and cheese. Lucas came downstairs from our room, and plopped down on the couch.
"Jordan, can I ask you something?" he asked from the living room.
"Yeah, I'll be right there. Hang on a second." I grabbed my bowl, and a fork, and went and sat down next to him. "Yes, my sweet?"
"Um...about what happened on the beach..."
"Yes?"
"Are you upset about it?"
"Why would I be?"
"I don't know...I feel like I may have rushed you; I DID start it all."
"I didn't feel rushed at all...it was just kissing."
"I know, but...I wanted to not rush things..."
"Do YOU feel like it was rushed?"
"I don't know...all I know is that I don't want you to feel rushed. I want things to go at a pace which fits both of us."
"That's what I want," I said. I put my bowl down on the glass coffee table in front of the couch. I walked over to the stereo and put in "Romance," a CD I found at a yard sale. I listened to it, one night, and the songs really can help the mood - they're slow, and soft, anf not overwhelming. I walked back over to the couch and sat next to Lucas. His eyes stared into my soul, and I smiled. He smiled back. I leaned in a kissed him. When we broke, I asked, "I want to have fun, tonight," and I smiled at him.
"That's what I want to, baby," he said, resting his hands on the small of my back and pulling he towards him. While pulling me, my shirt lifted up, and his hands began to roam along my back. My tongue found his ear, and lapped inside of it, causing him to gently claw at my back. I stood up and turned down the lights, and went and stood in front of him. He wrapped his hands around each of my legs, and I stared down at him. My hands found his, and then slowly ran up my thighs, over my crotch, and up my stomach. This is where my fun began. When I reached my stomach, I pulled up my shirt, and then tossed it aside. His eyes looked me up and down. I straddled his waist, and his mouth found my right nipple. He sucked on it, and bit it slightly. My head threw back, and I moaned loudly.
I looked down at him, and he looked up at me, with my nipple in his mouth. I leaned down and we kissed. I got up and slowly slid my hands down my naked chest and stomach, then unbuttoned my pants and slid them down. I was wearing Joe Boxer boxers, and a prominent tent shone. I grabbed my rock hard cock through the material of the boxers, and pinched my nipple. I stretched out on the couch, with my head in the lap of my sexy man. He bent over and kissed me. He ran his pointer finger over my lips, and I took it in my mouth and sucked it. He let out a soft moan. I turned over, lifted up his shirt some, planted my lips firmly on his tight stomach and blew the biggest raspberry I could. He doubled over in laughter. I sat up and out lips locked. They left each other only long enough to get Lucas's shirt off. I pinched his nipples, and ran my fingers over his stomach and chest. I longed to have his hot cock in my mouth, but I wanted that to wait. I looked into his eyes, and then collapsed onto the couch. He rolled me on my side and got behind me; the spoon formation. I fell fast asleep, with Lucas stroking my hair and humming in my ear.
FIVE.
I awoke the next morning with the usual morning hard-on. I opened my eyes to see Lucas staring down at me. He had no shirt on, and he wore only a pair of boxers. He straddled my waist and rested his hands on my chest.
"Good morning, Sunshine," he said, leaning down to softly kiss my lips.
"Mornin'," I replied back, laying my hands on his bare thighs. Lucas raised his butt off my crotch and then sat back down on my, sliding his ass against my raging tool. I moaned. He smiled at me, leaned in, and kissed me.
"I love you," he said in my ear. He sat up and let his fingers slide up and down my sides, barely touching. It was driving me mad.
"I love you, too," I said back, my eyes squinted shut, and bucking my hips some.
"Ooh, you like that, do you?" He said, sliding up and down my length, harder and harder. I grabbed his sides and squeezed, moaning loudly.
Lucas slid down my even more to where his head was even with my chest. He took my right nipple in his mouth and bit and sucked on it. I felt his tongue glide down to my belly button, and then trace my waist. His hands grabbed the waistband of my boxers and pulled them down to my knees. My hard penis was flat against my stomach. I felt warm lips on my shaft, kissing their way up to my head. I felt my head wrapped in hot flesh, a soft muscle lapping at the sensitive underbelly of my penis. Lucas cupped my balls in his hand and squeezed them lightly and rolled them around in his big hand. His head bobbed up and down on my 6 inch dick. His tongue flicked in and out of his mouth quickly, teasing my sensitive tip. I felt my hands knead his scalp and thrust my hips up into his mouth. I could feel my climax approaching. I let out a long, deep groan and came in his mouth. He swallowed all of it.
We made out a bit longer before I finally had to call it quits and use the restroom. I didn't want to - I had to.
SIX.
I walked into the bathroom, pulled down my boxer shorts, and began to urinate. The thought flashed through my mind that this was the first time that Lucas had actually brought me to climax. I began to get giddy, and a smile crept its way from ear-to-ear.
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JOURNAL,
Jordan is in the bathroom, right now. I have to tell you - WOW! - we just had "relations" as the prez would call it. He actually came in my mouth - and it tasted SO sweet - like candy, sorta! I've never felt this way, before. Could it REALLY be love? Maybe? I hope so...I really feel as though I can love Jordan. God, I'm getting hard again just thinking about his six-incher in my mouth. Man, it was the best. More later.
LUCAS.
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Lucas closed the journal in the bedroom, placed it under the matress, and gave his cock a squeeze. He was hard, and horny, again. He pulled his boxers off, and began to masturbate. He made a fist around his hard member, and jacked it slowly at first, but then faster, and then slow again, with varying strengths of grips. He was feeling close to his orgasm--
"Stop." I was standing in the doorway, watching Lucas masturbate, and had told him to stop! I walked over to Lucas and got on my knees. "My turn." I placed my hands on Lucas's sides, and gave his long shaft a lick. I traced the hairless skin around his dick with my tongue, and then took Lucas's right testicle into my mouth and sucked on it. Then the left, and then both. I gently bit the sac when it was in my mouth. "Ungh, shit, Jordan!"
I then let the saliva coated sac to slide out of my mouth, and then focused my attention on the raging rod in front of me. I took just the head into my mouth and sucked on it - hard. Lucas placed his hands on my head, and grasped onto my hair, with the feelings he was experiencing. I slid further down his length until my nose was touching his skin. I don't know how I fit him in my mouth, but I did. Then, I let off of him some - near to the top of his head, and then back down. My head bobbed up and down on his tool, and Lucas let out soft moans. "Jordan, I'm going to cum..." I stopped sucking his cock, but masturbated him, flicking my tongue at his soft, sensitive underbelly until he sprayed jism all over his stomach and chest. I laid him down on the bed and crawled on top of him, letting his cum spread out over his stomach and chest, as well as mine. We kissed, and he placed his hands on my ass, squeezing them slightly. I began to rub my penis against his - I was so horny, and so aroused that I came again, letting my cum mix with his. I wiped my finger through the pool of cum and licked it. It was sweet.
"I love you," I said. He kissed me.
"I love you, too."
[THEY'LL GET LONGER AGAIN, I PROMISE. I'M JUST HAVING LITTLE BITS OF WRITERS BLOCK.]
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