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This is the first story I have ever written. The sex comes late in the story, but it's there. Please write me (jtyrant@hotmail.com) and tell me what you think. Don't be shy.
Prelude
As the world passed the year 2000, a race of beings were discovered living deep in the Amazon rain forest. Even though that area was already explored long ago, large villages were now there, built apparently by the elf-like beings that inhabited them. The elves, however, claimed that they had always been there, and that we were the ones to "simply appear".
Soon, other races followed: Dwarves (dwarfin sapiens), short, stocky humanoids with bulbous noses and a love for alcoholic beverages, Orcs (orken erectus), tall, troll-like beings that were usually over 8 feet tall and had limited intelligence, Dracons (draco sapiens), large, humanoid, dragon-like beings as almost as large as Orcs but much more intelligent, and the Wolfin (garou sapiens), canine equivalent of the Dracons.
These "arrivals" sparked xenophobic feelings in most humans, and fundamentalist religious groups condemned the new races as demons. The religious zealots soon took over the government, and instituted a totalitarian state. Scientific and technological progress was halted for nearly forty-five years, until the government was overthrown and the old democratic ways were re-instated. Now, the new races co-exist somewhat peacefully with humans.
Jackson
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I opened my eyes. The clock read 6:45.
"Shit", I moaned. It was the beginning of another school day. Half rolling, half climbing out of bed, I glanced at the calendar on the wall. Tuesday, February 27, 2057. Today marked my 16th birthday, but it would probably pass as another uneventful day.
Groggily, I slipped on a pair of black jeans and a Marilyn Manson T-shirt which survived throught the Religious Years (I'm one of the few teens who love -really- old oldies). It was really dark in my room, so I decided to get some light in. "Open Blinds," I stated as clearly as I could.
"Unrecognized command", the voice from the speaker on the wall responded.
I swore again, this time a little too loudly. The computer complained with the typical "unrecognized command", so I gave up. I'd have to bumble around in the dark.
I left my room and made my way toward the kitchen. Sitting at a stool at the counter, I poured myself a bowl of cereal. Forgetting we were out of milk, I grumbled at my mother (who had since left for work, however, so my complaints went unanswered.) After crunching down my dry flakes, I put on my coat and backpack, and stepped out into the cold, bitter morning. The sun had yet to come up yet, and I shivered in the chilly outdoors.
I arrived at my school sopping wet at 7:15, due to the rain that had begun falling halfway through my walk. Having fifteen minutes before class started, I sat down at a little corner of the hallway where some of my friends hung out. Already there was my best friend, Jayse. Jayse and I had been together since about the seventh grade, and although he wasn't gay like I was, he was one of the few people that didn't seem to care. In fact, just about everybody that hung out in that corner were the only people in the school to take a tolerant attitude. This was because most of them were bi (except of course my friend Alex, the cutest guy there, as luck would dictate).
"Wow," Jayse said as I sat against the wall, "You look pretty fucked up."
"Oh, thanks a lot," I replied. "I'm as tired as hell, staying up all night -trying- to complete some homework that didn't get done anyway, and still couldn't fall asleep."
"Well then. You have about twelve minutes to catch some Z's." He glanced at his watch and smirked.
After a quick nap, we departed and headed for class. My first class was Biology, which as a course had become very complicated since the discovery of the new races. Their physiological makeup was much more complicated than a human's, making the science books force about four times the information than before in the same amount of time.
I sat down at my usual seat, which was all the way to the side of the room, and about halfway back. As the rest of the class slowly filled the classroom, I noticed that the seat next to me, which usually remained empty, was occupied. I didn't pay much attention; I was too tired to care.
The dwarvish teacher's voice rang out. "All right class, let's get started!" The class quickly settled down after that; most students knew not to anger a teacher who was a dwarf. Especially Mr. Koar, whose temper was short even for his race.
"The first thing I'd like to do," began Mr. Koar, "is introduce our new student, umm..." The dwarf checked the sheet in front of him. "Jackson?"
The student next to me rose. I looked up, and was a little surprised with what I saw. Given his name, I was expecting a human. Before me was a very beautiful elvish youth. The other thing I noticed, once he stood up, was his height. Most elves at my age were about as tall as I am (and I was a little short for a human my age). Jackson looked about half a head taller than me. There was one other thing out of place about him, but I couldn't put my finger on it.
I always had sort of a "crush" on most elves; I thought they were the most beautiful race on the planet. However, I never learned how the other races felt about homosexuality. I knew that the orcs generally took a intolerant stance on the issue (which wasn't a big surprise to me, those stupid oafs). I constantly hear humans referring to even clearly straight elves as "faggots"; they just couldn't stand their aesthetic personality. This is exactly what I loved about them, apart from their looks. They had great fashion sense: very flashy, usually in blues and greens (never reds, however, for some reason their religion forbade it), and sometimes bordered on the downright bizarre.
As I thought about this, it hit me: Jackson was wearing a pretty dark outfit. He also wore black jeans (and denim on an elf was almost unheard of) and a black cloth jacket closed with a single button near the bottom. I had never seen black on an elf. He was bare-chested under the jacket, but the jacket was closed enough to be decent enough for school. It also looked like he was wearing eye shadow, which wasn't unusual even for the males, however this was also black.
Mr. Koar looked confused. "I'm sorry, there must be some mistake..." He began flipping through the papers. Jackson smiled. "No, that's okay. That is my real name." Some of the other elves in the class shot him a disgusted look. He looked away as he sat back down again.
"Oh." The dwarf still looked confused. He had obviously realized that Jackson's name wasn't elvish, but was just beginning to accept it. Dwarves were stubborn.
Mr. Koar shook his head, as if to clear it up. "In any case," he continued in a commanding voice, addressing the entire class, "we were just starting our unit on the various digestive systems, so if you would all grab a partner and one of these packets..." he dropped a thick stack of paper on the front desk. "I'd like these at the end of the hour."
The class grumbled in distaste for the class work as they slowly got up and organized in to pairs. None of the students seemed willing to work with the new student. Especially the other elves; they seemed to regard him with utter repulsion.
I decided to ask him to be my partner. I had no friends in this class, and I usually ended up working with some stupid orc who would have me do all the thinking. I tapped him on the shoulder. Startled, he turned around to face me.
"I'm sorry," I said as I withdrew my hand. "I was just wondering if, umm..." He looked at me with large, slanted, deep blue eyes. Damn, he was cute. He had long, white-blond hair, and like some other elves, he kept it pulled into a ponytail at the very top of his head. It was still long enough to fall down to the middle of his back. As is looked at him I could now easily see the black eye shadow against his light complexion.
"Yes?" His voice shocked me back to reality.
"I'm sorry... I just kinda...uh...lost my..." I put my hands over my face and exhaled. This was not working. I started over: "Would you like to be my partner?"
Jackson smiled. "Certainly, but only if you can concentrate a little harder while we're working." The look on his face told me he was joking. I giggled a little and extended my hand.
"I'm Justin."
He took my hand and shook it. "Jackson," he said.
We completed the assignment early; Jackson seemed very good at biology. We spent the last few minutes of class simply talking and getting to know each other. I had a bunch of questions for him: about his height, his taste of clothes, his name. But I didn't want to seem to forward (or rude), so I controlled myself.
"So," Jackson asked me, "how long have you lived here?"
I exhaled and rolled my eyes. "All my life," I replied. "It got boring the first ten years and now I'm looking to escape."
"Where do you live?" He continued.
"Just down that way, a little over a mile," I pointed straight to my left. "Where did you move here from?" I asked. "Deep New Brazil," Jackson replied. I nodded in understanding. Brazil had suffered a serious civil war from 2007 to 2014. Many of the elves had fought on the side of the rebels, who eventually formed New Brazil. The elves had asked for land to live on, so the rebels had given them a ridiculously small piece of war-ravaged land. It was named "NiDewo Bratsil", or "Deep New Brazil", because it is bordered on all sides by New Brazil. I felt somewhat embarrassed for complaining about living here.
Jackson saw my reaction and smiled. "No, it wasn't anything like that," he said. "It was a very rich town, and my family was very well off. We lived quite well until the last year or so. The town eventually became ridden with crime and ex-rebel humans with nothing better to do than stalk the streets in rape gangs. We weren't rich enough to move into the Crystal Tower, so we came here." The Crystal Tower was a tall structure constructed by the elves in the Amazon rain forest, made entirely out of some unknown crystalline material. No one's entirely sure where it came from. Of course, no one's entirely sure where the other races came from, either.
One of the students, an elf whom I've spoke with on some occasion, got up to turn in his assignment to the front desk. As he passed us shuffling through the aisle between the desk, he shot Jackson another dirty look. Jackson looked away as the elf continued to the front of the room.
"I hope you don't mind me saying," I said carefully. Jackson looked up at me. "But you don't seem to be too popular with the other elves."
"They...um...probably find my height intimidating. I have some weird genetics." Something about the way the elf said it seemed like he wasn't telling me the truth, so I decided not to press further.
The hour was about to end, so I asked if I could see Jackson's schedule. He handed me a small slip of light blue computer paper. None of our classes matched except science, but we did have the same lunch hour. "Would you like to meet some of my friends at lunch?" I asked. He looked at me with untrusting eyes. "Are you sure? You think they'd like me?"
"Of course!" I assured him. "As soon as you enter the lunch room, turn right, and it's the table at the back."
"Thanks." He smiled at me.
I sat in my usual spot in the hallway between 2nd and 3rd periods. I just sat, thinking. Thinking about Jackson, thinking about myself, thinking about myself with Jackson (I quickly tried to push those thoughts out of my head, though. First, it just wasn't possible, second, I try not to have those thoughts during school). I sighed and laid down, resting my head on my backpack.
Jayse approached me. He looked at me for a second, frowned, and said, "Oh, shit, Justin, I know that look."
"Do you?" I asked, not looking up.
"Yes. It isn't Alex again, is it?" I quickly sat up and smacked him in the back of the head. "Shhhh!" I glared at him. Alex was sitting only a few feet away, chatting with some friends. "Then it's another elf." My only response was to stare at the floor. "Justin," Jayse rolled his eyes back. "We've been through this discussion a thousand times. Contrary to popular opinion, no one's seen a gay elf."
"But he's so...different!" I snapped at him. "If it wasn't for his eyes and ears, I don't think he would be an elf! He wears dark clothes, none of the other elves seem to like him... his name's Jackson. He's a new student here. We met in science class..."
"Dude, you're really fucked up." The bell rang. Jayse got up to go to class, and suggested I do the same. I just sat there staring. As soon as he was out of earshot, I simply mumbled, "Yeah."
Third period seemed to crawl by, but as the end finally came, it was time for lunch. I made my way to the lunch room as quickly as I could (which was difficult through the crowd). After receiving a small, burnt cheeseburger and fries from the cafe, I sat down at my table. Only a few people were already there: Jayse, Alex, and my friends Michael, Sarah, and Danielle. Jackson wasn't here yet, so I sat down and began to eat.
"May I sit here?" I was startled by the voice behind me. I turned to look up into two large, slanted blue eyes.
"Jackson!" I quickly scooted my chair over to make room for the tall elf. He set his tray containing some vegetarian concoction on the table. As he sat down, I introduced him to all my friends. "Jackson, this is Jayse, Michael, Danielle, Alex, and Sarah." I pointed to each of them in turn. "Everybody, this is Jackson." They all smiled or waved back, than continued in their conversation, except Jayse.
"Damn, you're tall for an elf!" Tact was not one of Jayse's strong points, but Jackson didn't seem bothered by the statement, and smiled. "Like I told Justin, I have some strange genetics."
"Ahh." Jayse returned to the previous conversation.
I looked at Jackson apologetically. "I'm sorry about my friend, he never seemed to understand the concept of manners." Jackson laughed. "It's ok. It's not something that really bothers me." He started poking at the vegetarian-substance with his fork.
We talked all lunch period, and it turned out we had lots of things in common. He liked computers and video games (which didn't surprise me, even though most elves took a near Amish-like stance on certain forms of technology). He liked just hanging out downtown at the coffee shops and arcades. He enjoyed rock and techno music which was very bizarre for an elf.
The lunch room was beginning to clear out. Our table was empty, but we didn't notice anything outside our conversation. It was time to go, so we dropped our trays in the trash and left for class. Before we seperated, Jackson turned to me and smiled. "Justin?"
"Yes?" I looked up at him. I was beginning to lose myself in his eyes again.
"I think we'll probably be good friends."
"Me too."
"Jackson?"
The elf looked up at me. "Yes?"
"Do you want to come over to my house again tonight?"
"Sure, we should probably get to work on this." He waved the paper containing our science report on the elvish nervous system.
"Good idea." I replied. At that moment, the bell signaling the end of class had rung. As we packed up, Jackson said, "Oh by the way, I'm not going to be at the corner this hour. I need to, uh, get something from my locker." He seemed really depressed about something the entire period.
"No problem." We left class and seperated. I sat down where I usually did. But since Jayse wasn't at school today and Jackson was at his locker, I sat and simply thought again.
It had been about two months since I met Jackson, and I was beginning to think I was truly in love with him. More and more I would think of being with him: his arms around me, my head resting on his chest. I was deliberately breaking my no-daydreaming rule, but I didn't care. I wished he had loved me so badly, but I hadn't seen any sign to that effect. I sighed and laid down.
I opened my eyes and stared at two familiar sandals before me. I looked up to see Jackson standing with an upset look on his face.
I sat up. "What's wrong?" I asked.
"Uhhm, can we talk for a minute?" his voice shook. He seemed to be holding back tears.
"Of course. What's the problem?" I scooted over, making room for him to sit. He sat down, pausing a few seconds with his head between his knees, breathing deeply. Then he snapped his head up and looked at me.
"Um, this is really hard for me to ask...I...got into this fight...parents..." he seemed to be losing control. He sniffed and started again. "I need a place to stay. They kicked me out."
"What happened?" I looked into his eyes and asked. He immediately looked away and sighed. "My mother...thinks I'm too human. My father doesn't live with us."
I put my arm around him. "Oh my God, Jackson, of course. We have a spare room next to mine, and I'm sure my mom wouldn't care." He looked up at me again. "Do you really mean it?" he asked.
"Yes, I'm sure. Do you have anything at your house you need to get?" He shook his head. "No, all I need is in my locker."
I put my arms around him and hugged him. He rested his head against my shoulder and began to cry. "It's okay," I whispered into a pointed ear. "You can stay with me."
The walk home was a long and quiet one. Jackson, lugging a duffel bag stuffed with clothes, was very reluctant to talk about what happened with his family. I didn't press any further about the subject. Once we arrived at my house, I offered him a soda and some food. "No, that's okay," he said. "I'm not hungry."
"Sure." I pointed down the hall. "The spare room is through the door in the back of my room. You can put your stuff in there. My mom won't be home until around six, but don't worry, I'm sure she'll be fine with this."
Jackson gave an unsure smile. "Thank you." he said very quietly before heading to the guest room. I sat down at the counter and made myself a sandwich. Jackson was usually hungry right after school, and even though he said he wasn't, I knew better. So I cut the sandwich in half and put it on a seperate plate and carried them to the guest bedroom.
I knocked gently on the open door to the guest room. The guest room was sparsely furnished, consisting of a bed that we didn't need after I got a new one, a dresser, a nighttable, and a closet in the wall. I found Jackson sitting on the bed, staring down at his bag lying on the floor. He didn't look up.
"Jackson?" He looked up at me as I walked in the room. I offered him one of the sandwich halves.
"Heh..." Jackson smiled and looked away. "I guess I can't fool you." He took one of the halves and started to eat. I sat down on him on the bed and joined him. "I know this room isn't much," I said apologetically. "But you can put your clothes in the closet, or the dresser over there, and..."
"No...Justin...It's great...thank you." Jackson set his plate down and turned to me. He hesitated for a second, then said, "Justin, can I ask you something?"
"Of course," I replied.
He hesitated again, seeming to be searching for the right way to phrase his question. Finally he looked at me an asked, "Do you remember the day we met?"
"Sure," I responded.
He took a bite of his sandwich. "How come you asked me to be your lab partner?"
My mind raced. I was way to shy to respond with "Well, Jackson, I thought you were the most gorgeous creature on the planet, and still do, and developed an insane crush on you because I'm not like most humans!" Still somewhat lost for a response, I answered, "I dunno...was just, trying to be nice, y'know..." I looked at him and sort of grinned.
Jackson grinned back. "Yeah." he sighed. "Wow." He seemed lost in his own little world as he took another bite of his sandwich. He then turned to me again an asked, "Can I be honest with you?"
"Of course," I wondered where he was going with this.
He took a deep breath and continued. "When you said that the other elves didn't like me, and I said it was because of my height? It was sort of a half-truth." I nodded. "The truth is," he continued, "I really do have some weird genes."
I looked at him quizzically. "I don't get it..." I said.
Jackson sighed. "My father was half elf, half human. Not accepted by either race, he was part of the rape gangs in Deep New Brazil." He thought for a minute, then continued. "Heh. I'm surprised my mother put up with me for so long; she considers me some sort of demon child. When I told her I was good friends with a human, she thought I was too much of `one of them', and kicked me out."
I was speechless. I had no idea Jackson had these sort of problems at home. I had never been over to his house; he usually gave me an excuse like "Oh, there's nothing to do over there," and we went to my house. My mom loved Jackson (but I think that was because she also thought he was cute. I always thought this was a little creepy).
"I didn't think mixed...races...were possible," I said after a long pause. "There's a few in D.N.B.," he replied. "They're social outcasts, though. Many are criminals." He stared of into space again. "I sometimes wonder if I'd turn out like that if I had stayed..." Jackson shook the thought from his head as he finshed his sandwich.
"Apart from your height," I stated with a mouthfull of ham and cheese, "you don't look human at all. How did the other elves at school know?" Jackson looked at his empty plate. "Elves, man... we got some weird senses. Plus there's my name." I had forgotten about that. "If your mom wanted you to be as elvish as possible, why did she give you a human name?" I asked.
Jackson shook his head. "She didn't. I named myself because I didn't like my real name."
"What was it?" I inquired.
He blushed. "Its not important," he said, but I pressed harder. "I'm serious," I pried, "What is it?"
The elf took a deep breath. "Vice," he replied.
"Vice?"
"I told you it sounded silly." He looked away. I immediatley regretted speaking. "No, Jackson, it sounds fine, its just..." I thought for a minute. "Its just that `vice' is a human word." He looked at me with a surprised look on his face. "It is? What does it mean?"
I rolled my eyes and took a breath. "To be totally honest with you, it means `Immorality.'"
Jackson buried his head in his hands. "That's just great. Great." He began to laugh. It was one of those troubled laughes, the kind one makes when they can't accept the fact that a pet has died or something.
I put my arm around him tried to comfort him. "Its ok," I said. "You'll always be Jackson to me."
The day had passed rather fast, and after we had finished working on our science project we decided to go to bed. My mother didn't mind Jackson staying with us at all (she said that she now had someone to eat all the food I didn't). We had no school for the next entire week (spring break), so it was about one o'clock in the morning before we got cleaned up.
I was already in bed reading by the time Jackson got into the shower. The bathroom was another room across my bedroom from the guest room, so Jackson had to cross my room to get to his. As Jackson entered my room after his shower, I ended up literally dropping the book from my hands and staring at him. He wore only a bath towel around his waist as he stood in the doorway.
Elves never grow facial hair, but they do grow a little hair on their chests and groin (a small fact I learned in gym class). However, it's more like a soft fur than hair. Jackson had a white-blond (same as his hair) patch the size of his fist in the middle of his well-defined chest. Other that that, they were totally smooth. Like most elves, his muscles were smaller than a humans, but they were strong nonetheless.
"Is something wrong?" he asked as he stood there. He must have noticed my staring, so I thought hard for an excuse. I couldn't come up with one.
"N-nothing..." I stammered as I picked up my book. Jackson only shrugged as he crossed my room and into his. Before he closed the door behind him, he turned around and asked, "What time are we getting up tomorrow?"
"Well, considering how late we're getting to bed, I probably won't be up by noon." My eyes were still transfixed on him.
"I have absolutely no problem with that. Moon's blessings." he said as he closed the door. That was the traditional elvish saying for "good night".
I sighed as I turned off the light. Living with him might be harder than I expected, I thought as I drifted into sleep.
The next few nights were just as hard (if not harder) for both of us. I could hardly get a good night's sleep anymore. They were all interrupted by dreams of Jackson and I together. I usually ended waking up in a cold sweat at least three times a night. These weren't your typical dreams, either. They were much more vivid, were much more realistic.
Jackson didn't seem to be faring too well either. During the day he seemed distant, lost in thought. He sometimes wouldn't hear me when I spoke to him (and, as one would guess, elves had great hearing). Once I asked what was troubling him, and he just looked at me with these sad, lifeless eyes. Their normally bright, electric blue was replaced by a dull, cold gray. I told him that he might be sick or something, but he refused to see a doctor, claiming that there was nothing they could do to help his problem. When I asked him what his problem was, he simply shook his head in response.
Sometimes I could hear him rolling around in bed in the next room. Until we talked last Friday I had no idea he had such problems. I wanted to run in there and comfort him, but I was afraid of... well, I wasn't sure what I was afraid of.
During the days we mostly hung out in town or played video games at my house. I still couldn't get over the strange (and almost supernatural) attraction I had for this elf. He didn't seem to notice, though. He was too caught up in his own problem.
One night, however, the dam broke. One night I dreamt that Jackson was slowly dying, but I couldn't save him. I saw him sitting on the bed in the guest room, covering his face. As he turned to face me, I woke up, drenched in sweat. I got out of bed went to the bathroom to wash myself off. After a while, I felt this incredibly strong, burning sensation to go to Jackson's room, a kind of mental `pull' towards the guest room. It was irresistible. I slowly walked across my room, afraid, not fully sure of what was going on. I moved toward the door and quietly opened it. To my surprise Jackson was sitting on the end of his bed, wide awake, holding his head in his hands, just like the dream. The blankets seemed to have been kicked off the bed, now lying in a heap on the floor. He looked up and turned face me. His eyes looked even duller than before.
"I'm sorry," I said quietly, and began to close the door.
"No, wait..." he said, and got up. He was wearing only a pair of light blue boxer shorts.
I walked to him as he got up to come to me, and we stood in the middle of his room. He looked into my eyes and asked, "Justin, have you ever been in love with someone?"
This could not have been asked at a stranger time. The question took me completely by surprise. I just stood there, tears welling up in my eyes. Finally, the sluice burst and all my emotions came flying out. I wrapped my arms around his chest and began to cry on his shoulder. He didn't seem to try to move back, he just returned the hug and asked, "It's all right, Justin. It's okay...who...who is it?" He seemed worried about who it could be.
"Oh, God, Jackson it's you, Jackson...you...I love you... Oh, God..." I blurted out. I loved the feel of my bare skin against his. I wanted him so much.
Jackson didn't speak. I could tell he was shocked, but what he did next shocked me even more. His only response was to lift my gaze to meet his. He looked directly into my eyes (his didn't seem quiet as dull anymore), then moved forward and kissed me. I was so surprised, but I didn't do anything but return the kiss.
After what was the longest minute in my life (and certainly one of the most enjoyable), Jackson broke the kiss. He took my hand and pulled me toward the bed. We sat down facing each other. I was the first to speak.
"Oh, Jackson, if I had only known..." Jackson put his fingers to my lips. "Shhh. Its okay. Neither did I..." He looked at me for a minute, then said, "Justin, elves have this...ability...when they find a perfect mate for them, they start... obsessing over each other. It's quite...painful, if it goes unanswered for a long period of time. I didn't say anything because I was afraid of what you might think of me. I've seen the way some humans treat those who like other males."
"Jackson, It happened to me too. That attraction... I was afraid for the same reason... Jayse told me that elves didn't..." My voice trailed off. Jackson, however, didn't need the sentence finished. "You know," he started, "This has never happened to and elf and a human."
"I don't care," I told him. "I love you."
"And I love you..." He gently pushed me back onto the bed as he kissed me again. He got on his hands and knees over me as I moved under him and began to slide his boxers off. I had been dreaming of this since the first day we met. His 6 1/2" elvish cock sprang free and pointed straight at me. Jackson breathed heavily as I took all of it into my mouth, burying my nose in the soft, white fur on his crotch. I inhaled deeply, taking in a mix of musk and a sweet, elvish scent. It excited me even more as I sucked on my elf lover's dick as hard as I could.
Soon, Jackson began to thrust his hips, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth and throat. I didn't gag; I was into the act too much. I moved my hands up the back of his thighs to his ass, gently kneading the two muscular mounds of flesh. Jackson moaned, and was soon about to cum. He thrust forward as far as he could and held there, as he shot his seed into my throat. As he withdrew, I got a taste of his sperm. It was incredibly sweet, much like his scent. I gave it one last lick as he left my mouth.
I got out from under him as he leaned back into a kneeling position. My dick was straining against the fabric of the denim jeans, creating a noticible bulge (this was also because I usually go commando in bed). Jackson looked down and noticed, alright. Moonlight streamed in through the window onto his face, revealing the smile on his face as he moved toward me to kiss me again. I closed my eyes, tilted my head back and accepted his kiss as I put the palm of my hand on his chest and ran my fingers through the soft tuft of fur. He began to move his lips slowly down my neck, down my chest, licking my nipples as he undid the snap on my jeans. He unzipped the zipper and my six inch cock came out. He grabbed it with one hand and bent down to kiss the tip, as he slowly began to jerk me off. After a few strokes, he stopped.
"Here," he whispered. He reached over the edge of the bed into his bag, which was lying on the floor next to it. After groping around for a bit, he procured a small tube of what looked like lubricant. He tossed it to me as he turned over to lie on his stomach. He looked back over his shoulder, shook the long strands of white hair from his face, and winked.
I was a little taken aback at first. I had never known anyone other than myself willing to do that. I looked at him and whispered, "Are you... sure?"
"Yes." He sounded anxious. "Please...I need you..."
I slowly crawled on my hands and knees over him. "Of course," I whispered into a pointed ear. I licked the tip of it as I backed up and found myself over his ass which he raised a little in anticipation. I could really smell the rich, elvish scent now, and began to lick between his cheeks as much as I could. Jackson moaned in pleasure as I ate out his ass as thoroughly as possible.
Finally, I got up and squirted a gob of lube in my hands. I applied it all over my cock and my friend's hole, inserting one finger first, then another.
After lubing his ass, I positiond myself over him, placing the tip of my dick between his ass cheeks. I paused for a second, then asked, "Are you ready?"
"Yes!" His voice had taken on almost an animal quality to it.
I slowly began to push my cock forward into him, until it was in as far as it would go. Jackson grunted and threw his head back. "Yessss!" He didn't sound like an elf anymore, more like an animal. "Fuck me, Justin. -Mate- with me."
I started to thrust, slowly at first, then harder and faster. He was so tight! I felt my own animal instincts begin to take over as I moved faster and faster. I began to nibble on the pointed tip of his ear. His eyes clamped shut, enjoying the pain. I felt a tingling in my balls as I thrust into his tight, hot ass. "I love you, Jackson. I love you so much."
A loud, animal growl was the only response. His bestial mannerisms were really turning me on. Soon I came, shooting deep inside of him. Our deep breathing was the only noise in the entire house (My mom was on some business trip, so fortunatly no one heard us). I pulled myself from Jackson's ass as he began to calm down.
He rolled over onto his back. I joined him at his side, wrapping my arms around his waist and resting my head on his arm. Jackson's head moved to kiss my forehead. He had completly returned to the calm elf I knew. I returned his love with a kiss to the side of his chest, which I watched rise and fall with his breath.
"Oh Jackson, why didn't we do this sooner?" I asked quietly.
"Because we were too scared," he replied.
We both were getting very tired. Before I drifted off to sleep, I looked up one last time at my lover's face and gasped. His eyes had returned to a deep, brilliant blue.
End of Pt 1
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