Soulmates In The Moonlight Chapter 8 Terry Jeff
The following is a work of fiction. Any similarities are completely fortuitous. This story may contain profanity and references to gay sex or incest. If such content offends you please leave now. The authors maintain complete rights to all their writings. Do not copy or use without written consent.
Write TerryJeff at storiesterryjeff@yahoo.com with your comments. We are listed under "TerryJeff" as prolific authors in this section. We love hearing from our readers and will respond to you as well when we can.
Baruch Ronberg (gus6205@yahoo.com) is the editor of the "Tyler and Cody Series" and "Soulmates In The Moonlight". He has made wonderful suggestions and improvements to our story.
For many months the full moon. clouds obscured the full moon. The breeze had not brought my friend to me, as a result my heart aches. I love Jeff, as he does me. The computer blinked, and a message flashed across the screen saying,
'I hope to be there tonight with you big brother, Terry!'
As I got ready for bed, I put on clean sheets and pillow cases. I sprayed the room, so it smelled fresh. Finally, I placed an ignited scented candle in one of the corners,
Opening the curtains, I clearly observed the moonlight. I turned off the light then crawled naked under the covers, anticipating the arrival of my lover, pal, boyfriend.
I laid my head on the propped up cushions. My eyes teared from my intense emotions, I couldn't wait for my mate! Dozing, I felt the bed move,... I looked up to see my little bro's smooth tight body next to me.
Leaning towards my head, he kissed me on the lips. Ever so gently and lovingly, his arms wrapped around me, while his tongue explored my mouth. I enthusiastically returned the favor. Our passion for each other was reflected in an endless snogging session, during which we frantically attempted to make up for the period of our separation.
My hands ran down my partner's body feeling his new hard muscles, which had develop from playing sports. The touching of his physique caused me to moan, after which I said,
"I love how strong you feel, Jeff!.... I dreamed of your return since the last time you were here, I am all yours for tonight!"
Sitting up cross-legged, he rubbed my chest then my sides. My six inch cut cock began to swell from all his attention. He caressed my legs, avoiding my aching rod which begged for his attention. His fingers traveled up my thighs to play with my balls, tenderly squeezing one, followed by the other.
I spread my hips to give him more room. He leaned over me, I could feel his breath on my pulsating prick.
His tongue swiped the tip of my throbbing dick head,..., I groaned with pleasure.
His hand gripped the bottom of the shaft pumping it up and down. My member grew more rigid than I remember it ever being, it jutted straight out, away from my body.
His tongue repeatedly encircled the rim of little Terry's head, which drove me wild with passion. His oral stimulation and the warmth of his mouth forced me to raise my hips off the sheets.
The combined smell, originating from the candle plus his masculine body oder intoxicated me, as I reached for his boy tool. I stroked it, making the idol of my admiration both more rigid and tumultuous.
He moved, so I could fellate it in the way he worshiped mine. We were as one. I couldn't get enough of him. he went faster, while he bobbed with increasing intensity. My gyrating ramrod dripped, when he lifted up away from my face.
Turning towards me, he aimed his hot muscular boy butt at my rigid pulsating lance. I watched myself enter him. I grabbed his firm round ass to fortify him, simultaneously he rode my penis.
I noticed his sparkling ocean blue eyes stare at mine, my own gazed up into his smiling face. He was in heaven, enjoying the love making between us.. I could hear grunts, as well as moans, escape from his lips.
All of a sudden his began to squeeze his cheeks around my steel-like member.. He pumped harder descending all the way to the base on each movement.
My body curved upward to meet his downward thrusts. I made love to him the way he wanted, he did the same for me. What a perfect method to express our feelings for each other!
Jeff's back arched outwards. He released a scream I never heard him utter before, it came from deep within him. His pistol shot four gigantic globs of cum across my chest, hitting my face, nipples and abs before subsiding to a drizzle.
While he shot, his sphincter clamped my stimulated iron-like rifle which was primed to fire from his thorough riding of it. I exploded four times within his muscular bubble butted posterior.
I could feel the white love juice squishing around my cock buried inside his defined compact body. I pumped inward and outward driving my engorged arrow deep into his inner sanctum.
He leaned over my splattered torso to kiss me on the lips, saying,
"This is all for you, Terry, I love you dearly, more than you ever will know!"
I rubbed my hands down his back, while I felt the cum on our chests binding us. I held him tightly, refusing to let him go.
I wanted to grip him forever and a day. True love acts that way, sometimes.
Getting up, we showered together, washing every spot of beautiful skin on our bodies. The lathered up soap, slowly disappeared into the drain.
We dried off, returned to our bed, after which we wrapped our arms around each other, We fell asleep, while we chatted about school and our lives.
Those, who feel as we, can never get enough of their partner or know a sufficient amount of what each does.
Often, during the course of a day. I take his picture out of my wallet. I stare at the beautiful boy who loves me for whom I am. In turn, he says he kisses me goodnight when he retires.
We are there for each other no matter how far the distance, because the moonlight always brings us together.
The next morning the candle had gone out, however the smoke still drifted up to the ceiling. I continued to hear my sheets rustle from when my little brother slept with me. I felt, indeed I knew, in my heart the moonlight was gone. He departed, for now, but would return on many other such nights.
Jeff never disappoints me. He always leaves a message on my computer and comes on the moonlit nights, so we might make love to each other. We shall always do this forever and a day.
We think you will see the love and respect we show the people in our narratives and ourselves, We bet you will be able to guess which one of us writes each story. Look under prolific authors Terry Jeff for our other writings.
We enjoy hearing from you. Send comments or pictures to:
storiesterryjeff@yahoo.com.
Thanks for all the emails. We try to answer as many as we can.