Terry & Jonathan

This is a love story of two young guys. If that offends you or you are under age, don't read it. If you like it and are interested in the story continuing, E-mail me at AWRT96@AOL.COM

Terry and Jonathan

A Love Story

Dedicated to Pen Nomen who's not communicating anymore.

Chapter 1

The shower room at Bolton Hall School was loaded with hot, hunky young guys.

The hottest and hunkiest was 17 year-old Terry Mathers...longish sandy brown hair, 5' 11", 165 lbs, cobalt blue eyes. His body was muscular without being overdeveloped. His beautiful chest housed two large, round, rose colored, pointy nipples that always seem to be standing erect. His cock, even in repose, was beautiful....6 inches long, cut and with a sculpted head that was slightly bigger that the slender, straight pale shaft it crowned.

His dick was surrounded by a thatch of light brown pubic hair that appeared soft rather than kinky and curly. His nuts were big, hairless lowhangers that swung sensuously whenever he moved. His ass was a thing that wet dreams were made of...tight, rounded globes of milky white flesh that met in a hair-free cleft and drifted down into long, shapely legs.

Perhaps a bit of background would be helpful. Terry was an unusual boy.

First of all, everyone in his school knew that he was queer. He recognized his sexual orientation when only a child, was comfortable with it and never felt the necessity to conceal it from others. He was also an orphan, his parents having been killed in a jet crash the previous year. He was very rich orphan since his parents had left him an estate worth several hundred million dollars, all neatly tied up in a series of trusts that were managed by his attorney and a raft of investment counselors.

As Terry was a very mature young man, his attorney had petitioned the Superior Court to declare Terry "emancipated," meaning that he was judged to be able to handle his own affairs. With emancipation came the freedom to live his life without adult supervision. He continued to live in the family home, a multi-million dollar mansion, with a youngish couple he had hired to take care of his home. The Collins' managed the estate; Jennifer cooking, cleaning and preparing meals, Jay taking care of the exterior of the place...gardening, pool and tennis court maintenance and the like. They stayed in a guest cottage located at the rear of the property. It was a very satisfactory arrangement for everyone.

The Collins' knew Terry was gay and were not the least bit disturbed by it.

They quickly accustomed themselves to the fact that Terry was very uninhibited and, more likely than not, would be bare-assed naked when encountered at home. More than once they found him not only buck naked but sporting a magnificent hardon. When that happened, it became a source of humor for both Terry and the Collins'.

"Geez, Jay, I wish you were hung like Terry," Jennifer once said gleefully.

"Yeah, so do I!" Jay retorted and went on with his work.

Terry was more circumspect at school. While not concealing his gayness, he didn't flaunt it. He was generally liked and respected by the faculty and students. Not only was he extremely handsome but he also displayed a keen intelligence and generous nature. He was a straight A student in all classes, was fluent in four languages, played piano and guitar like a professional and had a deep baritone singing voice that could have landed him on stage. He was always involved in school activities including the annual musical event that served a fund raising purpose for the school. Unbeknownst to the student body and majority of the faculty, Terry contributed many thousands of dollars to the school's endowment.

As important as his winning personality may have been in Terry's acceptance at school, it probably was his athletic ability that made the difference.

Terry was an exceptional swimmer and captained the swim team. He played starting point guard on the basketball team and led the school to several league championships. He also was the dominant player on the school's tennis team, good enough to have several colleges interested in recruiting him. His exceptional athletic ability was due to his quickness and the strength his young body possessed. He could bench press twice as much weight as anyone in school. But he never seriously worked at weight lifting since he didn't want his body to look like that of a weight lifter. He found that look repulsive. Terry kept in shape by participating in the sports of his choosing and from studying martial arts. He had earned a black belt in Karate back when he was only 15.

This particular Friday afternoon, Terry was showering in the gym with several other young athletes after a home swim meet. The guys were jabbering away as young men are wont to do, talking about the meet, about their plans for the evening, girls, fucking girls...the usual nonsense. Although Terry made it a point to never do or say anything that would compromise their friendship, he couldn't help surveying the activities in the showers. All of the guys were handsome, healthy specimens of young manhood.

Several guys had soaped up their cocks and balls and were washing them diligently. Others had their soapy hands buried in the clefts of their ass cheeks. The visage of these beautiful teenage boys washing and rubbing their bodies caused a tingling in Terry groin. 'God,' thought Terry to himself, ' I'd better watch it or I'm gonna spring a boner.' He turned around and faced the wall until the feeling passed.

One guy in particular, Jonathan Riley, really interested Terry. He was new to school this year and Terry thought he was the best looking boy he had ever seen. Terry wanted to strike up a relationship with the handsome young man but couldn't seem to get through to him. It was like Jonathan put up a wall between them.

"What you got planned for the weekend, Terry?" someone asked.

Before he had a chance to respond, he heard another voice say,

"Yeah, you fuckin' queer, whose hard cock's gonna fuck your ass tonight?

Bet you'd love it if it were mine, wouldn't you fag?"

Suddenly, a deathly silence descended over the room, the only sound heard in the shower room was the running water. Terry turned to face the group and realized that the speaker was the new guy, Jonathan Riley. He looked at the naked young man, secretly approving of and desiring what he saw. Jonathan was about Terry's height and weight but had very fair skin and lovely red hair. He was holding his substantial cock in his hands and pointing it at Terry. 'Boy, wouldn't I love to have you do just that, Jonathan.' Terry thought to himself. 'Nice cock and balls, Nice bod, too. I love red hair.'

But he didn't say any of those thing. Terry was in shock as no one had every talked that way to him before. What he did say was,

"Just exactly what is your problem, Jonathan?"

"Swishy little queens like you! Why don't you come over and suck my dick?" Jonathan retorted. "Maybe the other guys might want a blow, too. Come on over, fag! I'll get it hard for you."

Jonathan's cock started to swell in his hand but Terry ignored the taunt and turned back around. He had to admit that nothing would please him more than sucking on Jonathan's cock and those of the other guys on the team but this was neither the time or nor the place.

"Terry, look out!" someone shouted.

Terry turned to see Jonathan advancing toward him with a malevolent look in his eyes. The last thing Terry wanted was a fight but he was not the type to back down from a confrontation. Sure, he was queer! He never hid that fact!

But it had never come to this before. He just couldn't understand the animosity that Jonathan felt toward him.

"Look, Jonathan, don't start something you're gonna regret," Terry warned.

"Oh, yeah, well I'm gonna kick your faggety ass, man!" Jonathan snarled.

"Jonathan," Terry replied with a cold edge in his voice "You're not gonna kick anybody's ass. You wanna know why? Because I'm smarter, quicker and stronger than you and you're gonna find yourself on the losing end. Keep it up and you might find my dick up your tight little virgin ass! That is, if it is still virgin!"

Enraged now, Jonathan dropped his cock and took a roundhouse swing at Terry.

Using his superior knowledge of martial arts, Terry easily blocked the wild punch and gave Jonathan a shove. Jonathan ended up in a heap on the shower room floor. Terry had easily humiliated him in front of their teammates. Suddenly, tears of rage and humiliation flooded the boy's eyes.

"Don't get up, Jonathan!" Terry said coldly. "I'm warning you. Let it drop. I don't want to have to hurt you, understand?"

Then, to some of the other guys in the shower, Terry said,

"Help him up, OK? I'll get out of here while you do."

With that said, Terry left the shower room. He went directly to his locker where he quickly changed into his clothes and left the gym. He walked to the student parking lot, got into his new cherry red Dodge Viper and, with tires screeching, sped out of the lot. 'God, calm down, man,' Terry thought to himself. 'Jesus, what is his problem? Oh, Jonathan's sooo fuckin' beautiful...I really like him. Why does he have to feel that way about me?

God, what the fuck was that all about?' Terry headed home shaking his head in disbelief.

When Terry arrived home, he realized that the Jay and Jennifer had already left on a weekend trip to visit their families. The house was eerily quiet without their constant chatter. 'It's gonna be a lonely weekend,' Terry thought disconsolately. The idea of being alone all weekend saddening him.

He realized how dependent he had become on the couple's company.

In this pensive mood, he suddenly realized how famished he was. He raided the refrigerator but found nothing appetizing there. "Shit, I guess I'll have to go out and get something to eat," he said to no one in particular.

So, it was back into the car and off to find something good to eat. He remembered the little Mexican fast food joint down on the Boulevard and decided to go there for some soft tacos.

Terry wheeled the Viper into the shopping center parking lot. He entered the restaurant, which, surprisingly, was empty, and sauntered up to the counter. A cute little Hispanic guy, with a thick accent, took his order.

"Quiro dos tacos, por favor. Uno de pescado y uno de carnitas. Y tambien, arroz y frijoles negras y una bevida," Terry said in perfectly accented Spanish. The young hispanic boy was surprised at the young Anglo's proficiency in his language."

"Si, senor, a sus ordenes," the boy replied, beaming a bright smile.

While he waited, Terry glanced around at the photographs that decorated the walls. 'Oh, Hollywood egos,' he thought. 'All these actors giving head shots to businesses. Hum. Oh, there's one of Brad Pitt. Now that's a guy I'd give my left testicle to fuck!' he inwardly mused, feeling that familiar stirring in his nuts. Soon, his reverie was interrupted when the young Hispanic called his number and his meal was put on the counter.

He took the tray of food outside to the patio area where he sat at a table.

He wolfed down the Ahi taco first, then the one made of carnitas. The roasted pork was delicious. He picked at the rice and beans that came with the meal. "Not bad at all," he thought. As he absent-mindedly played with the remaining food on his plate, lost in thought, a shadow was cast over his table. He looked up and saw Jonathan Riley standing in front of him. A shock of adrenalin coursed through his body as he realized that the boy who had threatened him earlier in the day was now hovering over him.

"What the fuck do you want, Jonathan?" Terry growled, tensing up his muscles.

"Hey, man, I want to apologize for this afternoon. I was totally out of fuckin' line and I'm really sorry. I don't know what got into me. Please, forgive me, Terry." Jonathan said.

Jonathan was carrying a tray of food. He looked at Terry beseechingly and said, "Can I sit down here? Can we talk?"

"Sure, go ahead. But, look, I don't want any trouble with you," Terry replied.

Sensing that Jonathan no longer posed any threat, Terry visibly relaxed.

The air was still filled with tension as Jonathan sat down and began to eat.

Terry went on eating the rest of his food, both boys sensing that if they kept their mouths full, they wouldn't have to talk. Finally, when both had cleaned their plates, there was no avoiding conversation.

"You in any hurry to go someplace, Terry?" Jonathan queried.

"No, I don't have any plans. No hot ass-fucking on tap," Terry replied sarcastically.

As he said this, he realized that the patio was filling up with patrons and that this wasn't exactly the best place in the world to discuss what had gone on in the shower room today. Jonathan sense this, too, and asked, "Is there someplace more private we can go to talk?"

"Well," Terry offered, "we could go to my place. There's no one there.

That is, if you're not afraid I'll try to get into your pants." His last comments dripped with sarcasm.

"OK, cool. And I deserved the sarcasm, Terry. You lead and I'll follow you," Jonathan said as he picked up both their trays to buss them.

They drove out of the parking lot, Terry in the lead, Jonathan following.

They drove up into the hills until they reached the gated estate that Terry called home. After opening the gate, they both drove up the winding drive way to the house. The boys got out of their cars and entered the house.

"Shit, Terry, this place is fuckin' Hearst Castle!" Jonathan exclaimed.

Jonathan parents weren't exactly poor but they certainly didn't live in a house this sumptuous. He looked around in awe at the fine furnishings and art work. He had never seen anything like this. It was like being in a museum.

"God, this place is really awesome, Terry."

"Yeah, it's nice. My mom was really into decorating when she did the place."

"When will your folks be home?" Jonathan asked.

"They won't. They're both dead. I live here by myself," Terry replied dejectedly.

Jonathan followed Terry through the living room into the large combination kitchen/family room. Terry went to the refrigerator and took out a couple of cokes, handing one to Jonathan. Jonathan stared out the large windows, taking in the beautiful swimming pool and Jacuzzi located outside. He marveled at the flowered garden and manicured lawn that stretched endlessly before him. He saw the night lights of the tennis court looming over the yard.

"You live here alone?" Jonathan stated, his voice filled with awe.

"Well, almost. I have a couple I hired to take care of the place and they live here. They're out of town for the weekend so it's just you and me here now."

"But you're just a kid like me! How can this be?" Jonathan asked.

"I'm folks left me a ton of money and the Courts have ruled that I can take care of myself, so here I am, on my own." Terry responded.

"Fantastic! God, I wish I could be on my own and not have my old man constantly on my ass."

"You'd better be very careful what you wish for, Jonathan. You never know when it may come true."

As Terry said this, a great loneliness came over him. Inexplicably, he finally allowed the hurt and pain he had suppressed all these months to come to the surface in front of this stranger, this young man we wanted so much in his life. Tears welled up in his eyes and he collapsed onto the sofa, crying.

"Oh, God, I miss them so much...my parents!" he choked. "It's so unfair."

Jonathan was overwhelmed with emotion. Here was the boy Jonathan thought had everything so much under control... here he was, weeping uncontrollably in front of him. Tears welled up in Jonathan's eyes, too. He dropped down onto the sofa and took the weeping boy in his arms and held him. He cooed, "It's ok, Terry. Go ahead and let it all out."

Terry cried for a long while. All the pain and sorrow that he had felt over the past year was slowly pouring out of his soul. As he regained his composure, he realized that we was being held in the arms of the boy he secretly lusted after and the one who had treated him so shabbily that afternoon. He looked up at Jonathan and stared into the boy's eyes. They were filled with pain and anguish as well as tears. Overwhelmed with emotion, Jonathan tightly embraced Terry and blurted out,

"Oh, Terry, I love you! I love you more than anything or anybody on this earth. I've been in love with you since the first moment I saw you. You are so wonderful...I haven't been able to think about anything but you since school started...Please love me, too, please...I'm so sorry for what I did today. Can you ever forgive me?"

All of this poured out of Jonathan in a torrent of emotion, a flood of words. This surprising turn of events startled Terry. He didn't comprehend fully what Jonathan was saying. As his confusion cleared and the meaning of Jonathan's words sunk in, he thought back to the events in the shower room.

"If what you say is true, Jonathan, what the hell was today all about?" Terry asked.

Again, Jonathan erupted in tears. He was now as disconsolate as Terry had been earlier. He sobbed so violently that Terry thought the boy's heart must be breaking

"I'm hurting so much, Terry. I don't want to be in love with you. I don't want to be a fucking queer. I don't want to daydream about kissing your lips or sucking on that big dick I see in the shower every day. I hate going to bed at night and then dreaming of you fucking me in the ass. But, I do and it's killing me."

"Is that what today was all about, Jonathan?" Terry gently asked as he slowly caressed the boy in his arms.

"That's part of it. I just got so jealous of you and the other guys. It seems like you don't even know I exist. You're always joking around with them, hanging around with them, touching them. You hardly ever even talk to me. I feel so invisible around you...around them...especially since I'm the one who's in love with you. They're not!" he said with some bitterness.

"Jonathan, you have to understand something. I've known those guys all my life. We grew up together. They know me and accept me the way I am.

They've known that I'm gay since we were all little kids and it doesn't bother them in the least. When my folks died, they were the ones that helped me live through it. Every night one or the other of them would come and spend the night with me, probably so that I wouldn't do any harm to myself.

I love each and everyone of them and I always will because they were there with me when I really, really needed them! Can you understand what I'm saying?"

"Yes, Terry, I understand that now. I guess I didn't know what you've been through."

Terry gently wiped the tears from Jonathan's eyes with soft kisses. He slowly laid Jonathan back on the sofa and moved his body up and on top of the boy. He enveloped Jonathan in his arms and buried his head in the hollow of his neck while Jonathan spread his legs inviting Terry to that very personal part of his body. They lay there serenely for what seemed an eternity...not talking, just enjoying the feel, the warmth of each other's body. Terry had never felt so content, complete and fulfilled in his entire life. 'So, this is what love feels like,' he mused to himself. 'It's like finally finding the other half of me, the half that somehow had been lost.'

As they lie there lost in reverie, Terry realized that both of them had developed erections. Terry pressed his hard cock up against Jonathan's and felt the pressure returned. Terry arched his head up and placed his lips on Jonathan's. Soon, they were kissing passionately...tongues entwined in each other's mouths. Terry continued their love dance by slowly feeling up underneath Jonathan's tee shirt. As he caressed Jonathan's body, he found the lovely pink nipples he for so long had secretly wanted to suck. He pulled the boy's shirt up, not stopping until Jonathan was nude from the waist up. Terry continued the caresses with his hot wet tongue.

Jonathan's body felt like it had been hit with an electrical current. He squirmed in ecstasy as Terry kissed, sucked and nipped with his teeth at the swollen nipples. 'God, I'm gonna faint!' he thought. He became dizzy with desire and lust as he felt Terry rise up off of him and move to his groin.

He felt Terry's hands unzipping his jeans, delve into his shorts and grab his hard, leaking cock. Abruptly, Terry rose from the sofa.

"Come on, Jonathan, " he said, "Let's go to my room. You're gonna have to come through with what you promised me this afternoon in the showers. I want your hard cock fucking my ass."

They moved quickly through the house, shedding shoes and clothes as they went. By the time they reached Terry's bedroom, both boys were fully naked.

Their hard cocks angled out from their pubes and bounced around as the walked, their floppy balls, too, swaying sexily from side to side as they moved. They fell together on the large bed in a passionate embrace, kissing each other's mouths hungrily.

Virginal Jonathan had never felt anything so overwhelmingly sexual in his life. Soon he felt Terry snuggle down between his legs and take his swollen, hairless nuts in his mouth, one by one. Jonathan instinctively spread his legs apart to give Terry complete access to his scrotum. He felt Terry swirl his hot tongue over and around the smooth sack, moving the jewels inside back and forth. Terry's hot tongue traced the seam of skin dividing the boy's sack and the protrusion behind his balls. Having Terry suck on his nuts like this was driving Jonathan wild. He writhed uncontrollably in his passion.

He soon felt even more exciting sensations when Terry started licking up and down the shaft of his throbbing, leaking cock. 'Oh God, I've died and gone to heaven' Jonathan thought as Terry's hot, wet mouth enveloped his cock.

Jonathan began to involuntarily thrust his cock into Terry's throat. He could feel his cum boiling in his prostate, screaming for escape. But, Terry would have none of that yet.

"Oh, no, lover. You're not gonna get off that easy. When that fucker shoots, it's gonna be up my pretty little ass," Terry said.

"Oh please, Terry, let me cum in your mouth. I can't wait. Please, suck me dry...Oh, fuck, I love you, Terry!" Jonathan rasped hoarsely.

Terry reluctantly decided that for their first time together he wouldn't insist on being fucked. But Terry knew something that Jonathan didn't; how good it felt to have something up your ass when you cum. He flipped Jonathan's legs up in the air and worked his tongue up and down the boy's asscrack. To keep Jonathan from touching his pulsating dick and foiling his plan for drinking the boy's jizm, Terry took Jonathan's hands in his and held them. He then really began tongue-fucking Jonathan's gorgeous pink, puckered asshole.

What a sight! The red headed boy lying on his back, legs high in the air writhing wildly while the sandy haired stud's face was buried in his ass, eating him out. Jonathan strained at the restriction of having his hands kept away from his burning cock. He literally screamed out,

"Please, Terry, let me cum!!!"

Terry backed his tongue out of the boy's asshole, loosened his grip on Jonathan hand and licked the middle finger of his own right hand. When it was nice and slippery, he pushed it into Jonathan's asshole. He slipped it all the way up the steamy cavity until he felt the hard little nut that lurked there. As he massaged Jonathan's prostate gland, he once again took the boy's cock completely in his mouth and vacuumed it. Jonathan exploded in Terry's mouth. He shot six or seven gigantic squirts of love juice, bucking furiously into Terry's mouth as he came. Terry swallowed as much as he could but Jonathan had jizzed so violently that some of the tasty white liquid slipped out of his mouth, down the throbbing shaft and onto Jonathan's carmine pubic hair.

"OH, FUCK, TERRY!" Jonathan screamed as the ecstasy of his orgasm hit. "Oh, mother of fucking Christ, OH FUCK! Oh, I love you, Terry!"

Terry released the fuckpole from his mouth. With Jonathan's legs still lying on his shoulders, he scooped the cum from the boy's pubes and rubbed it all over his own cock. He knew that Jonathan's cum and his own prodigious pre-cum would provide the perfect lubrication for an artful assfuck!

"Now, Jonathan, it's my turn to shoot my wad. I'm gonna fuck that beautiful ass of yours so long and hard, you won't even know what day it is," Terry rasped.

He spread the waiting cheeks in front of him and pressed the head of his eight inch dick in to Jonathan's swollen pinkish pucker. Jonathan flinched at the pain coursing through his asshole.

"Oh, fuck, Terry, it hurts," he complained.

"It will feel better in a minute, lover. Just relax and go with it," Terry replied in a soft loving voice.

With that said, he slowly pushed a few more inches of his cock up the boy's tight rosebud. When he met more resistance, he pulled back a little and then suddenly, jammed his hard cock fully in the steaming hole. Jonathan whelped at the pain but took the cock in. Soon the pain Jonathan felt dissolved into a pleasurable rush, especially when Terry's cock poked and rubbed at his prostate. Slowly, Terry began to fuck his cock into Jonathan's ass, back and forth, in and out. He started making a circular motions with his hips as he drove his dick into the now grasping hole. He leaned his body forward and kissed Jonathan's mouth as his passion overtook him, his tongue forcing its way in to meet Jonathan's. The two boys were lost in a mystical cloud of love and desire.

"Oh, Terry, fuck me. It feels so fantastic having your dick in me," Jonathan said.

"Umh," was the only response Terry could come out with, such was his passion.

Terry violently shoved Jonathan's legs up higher, bending Jonathan almost in half. He seemingly was trying to shove his whole body up the boy's ass.

After several long hard thrusts into Jonathan's ass, Terry exploded with a gush. He felt giddy and delirious as his cum found its way up the shaft of his cock and into his lover's ass. Gush after gush of precious juice squirted as Jonathan's rectum began to constrict, squeezing the last drops of cum from Terry's cock. Terry realized that Jonathan's dick was shooting another big load of cum between their hot bodies. When their orgasmic sensations subsided, Terry collapsed on Jonathan and held him tightly, murmuring,

"Jonathan, I love you so much. Don't ever leave me. I love you so much!"

"Oh, Terry, thank you so much. You've made me the happiest guy in the world, " Jonathan cooed.

Floating weightlessly in the euphoria of their spent orgasms, the boys feel asleep in each other's arms, the happiest two boys on the face of the earth.

Terry & Jonathan

A Love Story

Chapter 2

For more than an hour, Terry and Jonathan slept blissfully in each other's arms. The ardor of their lovemaking combined with the tensions that had spilled over that day had exhausted them. Terry was the first to awaken.

Slightly disoriented by sleep, he soon realized that his arms and legs were entwined with another's. With that came the awareness that the boy lovingly snuggled in his arms was the boy he had dreamed of and fantasized about so often this school year. He looked intently at the fine, strong face resting on his chest as though to memorize it for all eternity...the fine auburn hair, the long, full, rich eyelashes reposing in sleep, the pug nose that sported several freckles Terry had never before noticed. 'Oh, what a beautiful face,' Terry thought.

Another awareness came upon Terry, that of an extremely full bladder. The fullness he felt in his groin was causing his dick to thicken and harden. He was emotionally torn. Should he untangle his body from this beautiful

"other half" of himself, the half he had so recently found, to do something as mundane as taking a piss. Or, should he lie there quietly and revel in the joy he was experiencing holding his beautiful Jonathan in his arms. The discomfort in his abdomen painfully resolved that dilemma. He had no choice.

Nature didn't just call, she screamed. He had to piss.

Terry carefully separated himself from Jonathan. He managed to free his body from his lover's embrace without disturbing Jonathan's peaceful sleep.

He quietly walked across the room, dick bouncing up and down as entered his sumptuous bathroom. He stood before the toilet waiting for the pent up yellow stream to begin. He tightened his stomach muscles in an attempt to start the flow of urine. He gently took his hairless nuts into his left hand and his pendulous cock in his right. He tenderly stroked his cock, hoping to speed the flow but his cock was now so hard that he just couldn't piss.

He turned and sat on the toilet figuring that would help and it did. This new body position lessened the tension on his prostate and he began to empty his piss into the bowl. "Geez, that feels good," he thought. "A bean may be a bean," he recalled from the limerick his father had often repeated, "but a pee is a relief."

Memories of his mother and father flooded over him as he sat there relieving himself. He recalled the warmth and love he had felt for them. His reminiscences also brought back the sharp pain, the almost physical pain he felt when they were taken from him. He felt the familiar cloud of loneliness and despair again envelop his being. 'God, I can't keep doing this to myself,' he thought. 'They're gone and I can't do anything about it!' he forcefully reminded himself. 'Yeah, that's easy to say that, asshole, but it isn't that easy to accept,' his mind countered. "Shit, when is this pain going to go away?" he asked aloud, to no one in particular.

When he finished emptying his bladder, Terry decided that he needed something to take his mind off his despondency. Physically exertion usually did the trick so he decided to take a swim. He walked through the bedroom.

Glancing at the still slumbering Jonathan, he went to the French doors that opened onto the pool. After swimming for a while, he got out of the pool and reclined on one of the chaise lounges. As he lie there in the warm sun, he closed his eyes, totally lost in thought.

The events of this afternoon quickly came to mind. He savored the joy he felt when he held Jonathan's wonderful cock in his hand and then his mouth.

He recalled the exhilaration he felt while pumping load after load of his hot semen into the boy's tight ass. But, most of all he recollected the feeling of completeness, of wholeness that came over him just holding Jonathan in his arms and kissing those luscious lips. These loving remembrances brought warmth to his body and caused his to cock to swell. He slowly began stroking his hand up the growing shaft until it was fully aroused. He rolled his hefty testicles in his left hand, caressing his ball sack. Soon, as his hand reached the tip of his steely cock, he felt the wonderful wetness leaking from the tear drop-shaped slit that crowned the head of his cock. 'Oh,' he though, 'it feels so wonderful, stroking my nuts and dick.' So lost was he in what his hands were doing to his genitals that he didn't hear Jonathan's approach.

Terry was startled by the feel of a hot, wet mouth swallowing his dick. He opened his eyes and saw the glorious red hair that graced Jonathan's perfect head moving up and down on him.

"Oh, fuck, Jonathan!" he moaned. "Your mouth feels so good on my dick!"

"I owe you one," Jonathan giggled, as he removed his mouth from Terry cock and gazed up at his young boyfriend.

"Oh, no, fellah, you owe me more than a cock suck," Terry giddily replied.

"I want that monster of yours buried up my ass! You promised!"

"Not out here, asshole. Someone will see us!" Jonathan protested.

"Who's gonna see us, Jonathan? There's no one around for acres, you dumb shit!"

With that Terry pushed Jonathan off of him, sprang up from the chaise lounge, grabbed the lounge mattress and put it on the deck. He positioned himself on his back with his legs up, touching his chest and said,

"Alright, Jonnie boy. Now's the time. Come and fuck this tight little ass like you threatened earlier."

"Wait," said Jonathan, "don't you have some lube or something?"

"Just stick you tongue up my ass and that'll do fine." Terry pleaded.

Jonathan dove down between Terry legs like he had been doing this all of his life. He started by running his hot tongue up and down the crack of Terry's melon shaped ass cheeks. Occasionally, his tongue hit the boy's puckered rosebud.

"Oh, yes, Jonathan, that's it. Rim my asshole. Tongue fuck me!" Terry gasped.

Grasping Terry's ass cheeks in his hand, Jonathan rocked the pliant body back and then buried his face in Terry's ass. His tongue flicked around the boy's asshole, licking and sucking as Terry moaned in delight. Soon, Jonathan stiffened his tongue and was forcing it up into the steaming butt hole. He too was really beginning to enjoy this.

"Wait, Jonathan, move your cock where I can reach it." Terry ordered.

Jonathan lowered Terry's legs and then moved his body around until his legs straddled his lover's head. Terry began to tongue Jonathan's cock and balls while Jonathan pulled Terry's legs back toward his body, once again exposing the boy's anus to his tongue lashing. He began anew the steady tongue work on Terry's pulsating asshole. In and out he shoved his tongue. Terry kept up his licking and sucking too. He mouthed the fine red hairs he found on Jonathan's nuts. He tried suctioning the boy's protruding perineum then arched up and let his hot tongue sweep across Jonathan's anus. Both boys cocks were now on the verge of exploding in orgasm.

"Now, Jonathan! Fuck me now! Oh, please, Jonathan, fuck me before I cum!" Terry gasped.

In a paroxysm of passion, Jonathan rose up and moved between Terry's lithe, hard legs. He roughly shoved Terry's legs up onto his shoulders and positioned his saliva-slickered cock up against Terry's waiting asshole. In one swift push, his cock entered the boy's asshole. He experienced a rush of feeling he had never imagined could be this exquisite. It wasn't just a physical thrill he felt, not just a meshing of two young bodies in a lustful embrace but an emotional melding of two souls as well.

"Hold on for a minute, sweetheart! Let me get used to your cock, OK?" Terry gasped as he reached behind grabbed the cheeks of Jonathan's ass with his hand. He held Jonathan motionless while the pain in his rectum subsided and was replaced with pleasure. After a moment, during which the boys kissed passionately, Jonathan slowly began thrusting his hard meat into Terry's ass.

The movement of the hard cock sent shivers up both boys spines. Both were experiencing the incredible, unsurpassable joy of fucking and being fucked by one you love.

Soon, Jonathan's lovemaking began to accelerate. Delirious with lust, he pulled his cock back until it was almost free of Terry's grasping ass muscles then jammed it back in until his nuts slapped up against Terry's ass.

"Yeah! Oh, yeah! Oh, fuck! Ride my fuckin' ass, you horny cocksucker! Slam your cock in harder!" Terry demanded.

With Jonathan's cock ramming its way up his gut, Terry reached up and began tweaking both of Jonathan's nipples. Suddenly, Terry violently twisted the erect pebbles of flesh., then lifted his head up and pressed his lips against the sensitive organs. He sucked and nibbled at the raw nipples on Jonathan's smooth chest.

The sudden jolt of pain he felt caused Jonathan's cock to explode in a gush.

He pushed his throbbing cock as far up Terry's ass as he possibly could .

If he could, he would have shoved his whole body up the receptive asshole.

Spurt after spurt of his teenaged cum flowed up his dick into Terry's asschute. Terry began to ejaculate too, causing his sphincter muscle to squeeze Jonathan's cock with a vice-like grip. Each boy could actually feel the spasms in the other's body. When his convulsions subsided, Jonathan collapsed onto Terry.

They lie there in an euphoric embrace...Terry's legs now wrapped around Jonathan's hips, his arms tightly hugging Jonathan's upper body to his, lips smashed together and tongues battling in a passion kiss. And, Jonathan's still hard cock never left Terry's ass. It remained buried deeply with that molten place. Terry started contracting his sphincter muscles and Jonathan moaned and began a slow fucking motion once again. Shortly, Jonathan experienced an intense, almost painful second orgasm, one almost as powerful as the first. This time he truly did collapse on top of Terry.

"I love you so fucking much, babe! " Jonathan whispered, too exhausted to raise his voice any higher.

"I know, I know," Terry sighed while lovingly caressing his love's shoulders, back and buttocks..

The afterglow of their orgasms left both boys in a tender loving trance. Soon Terry shifted his body and the movement broke their revery. Jonathan looked deeply into Terry's eyes and said,

"God, I have never felt anything so wonderful, so exciting in my whole life, babe. I had no idea that fucking could feel so fantastic."

"That wasn't just 'fucking,' Jonathan." Terry responded solemnly. "That was truly 'lovemaking!' I've never felt anything so tremendous, either. I'm sure it's because I love you with all my heart and soul."

Now, more brightly, Terry said "Whattaya say we jump in the pool and wash all of this cum off our bods, huh?"

"Won't that muck up the water in the pool?" Jonathan asked.

"Well, Jay has to have something to do on Monday, doesn't he? Terry laughed.

With that, he literally picked Jonathan up and threw him off, jumped to his feet and made a running dive into the pool. A startled Jonathan clumsily scrambled to his feet and followed. Soon they were cavorting like a couple of kids...the kids, that in reality , they still were.

For the rest of that early evening, Terry and Jonathan just lounged around, not even bothering to dress. Music played softly from the stereo speakers secreted throughout the house. As the sun went down, the computerized illumination system slowly engaged. Jonathan hardly realized that lights were coming on all over the house so subtle was the system's performance.

Both boys were totally entranced with each other.

Jonathan stretched his beautifully sculpted six-foot frame out on the family room couch. His shaggy red bangs cascaded carelessly down his forehead while the rest of his gorgeous mane formed a halo of auburn on the pillow beneath his head. He had propped his right leg on the back of the sofa , and stretched his left leg out straight. His cock rested limply on the top of his left thigh and his meaty nuts drooped down between his legs. Terry, meanwhile, slouched in an overstuffed chair across from Jonathan, his left leg flung over the arm of the chair. In this position, his cock hung down over his testicles and just the hint of his ass crack was visible to Jonathan's watchful eye.

"Jesus, you are so beautiful, Terry," Jonathan remarked. "I just love looking at you."

Terry arose from his chair and moved over to where Jonathan lay. He sat on the floor leaning up against the couch, his arm resting next to Jonathan's thigh..

"I want a better look at that fat piece of meat that found its way up my ass a while ago." Terry said. "In truth, I want to look at your entire body up close. I want to know every crease and wrinkle in it. And I'm going to critique it!"

Terry then began to touch Jonathan's body. He ran his hands up the muscular leg stretched out before him. He gazed at the boy's foot.

"Hum, big feet...kinda ugly toes...some leg hair but not too much...soft and silky, and shit, do I love the color!" he commented as he continued his journey up his lover's calf and thigh. When he reached Jonathan's right knee, he noticed a one inch scar.

"You've got a scar on your knee. What happened?" Terry asked.

"I fell down when I was a kid...skate boarding...cut it wide open. Took twelve stitches to sew it back up. The sucker bled like hell...looked worse that it was."

Terry placed a tender kiss on the knee and said, "All better, now," just like his mom used to do to him. He continued examining his boyfriend's young hard body. When he reach Jonathan's crotch, he lifted himself up and sat on the edge of the couch. As Jonathan spread his thighs further apart, Terry gingerly took his cock into his hand.

"Hum, five inches soft. Nice head, heart shaped...the doc gave you a good cut...a little bigger than the shaft...nice big tear drop piss slit, the better to lick off your pre-cum... nice big nuts, yum...one hangs a little lower...'you a lefty?'...got a nice seam up the middle of the sack...a little more of that soft red hair sprinkled there. "Hey, you've got freckles on your nuts, too!" Terry exclaimed as he rubbed and squeezed the boy's genitalia and then "combed" Jonathan's red pubic fringe with his fingers.

"Hey, you had better stop that or I'm gonna spring a boner, asshole, and then you'll really be sorry," Jonathan giggled.

"Fuck you! Don't interrupt this scientific investigation, boy!" Terry retorted, trying to sound professorial. Soon, his hands had found their way up to Jonathan's navel.

"An inny," he commented. "Mine's an outie!"

The examination continued "....nice abs...stomach looks like a washboard...lovely nipples, so round and pink... 'I really loved sucking on them, too...almost as much as your cock.'...let's see, no chest hair, nice firm squarish defined pecs... love em!...and more fucking freckles."

" Now, turn over, Patient!" Terry demanded.

Jonathan pulled his leg off the back of the couch and rolled over giving Terry access to the nether side of his body. Terry climbed on top of Jonathan's calves, caressing the glorious asscheeks he encountered.

"Hum, nice ass, boy!"

"Terry, you are fucking crazy! Totally out of your mind!" Jonathan laughed.

"Never mind, young man. Speak when you're spoken to, understand? Now, back to your ass."

"Lovely, hairless, milk-white cheeks...nice and round and exceptionally firm...nice crack ...hum, let's look and see what's in that lovely asscrack...oh, a lovely pink rosebud, surrounded by a dusting of red peach fuzz...the rosebud's a little puckered and a little swollen... 'have you had a cock or some such thing up there recently, young man?' Oh, well...so it's not virgin...it's still beautiful and sexy."

Terry 's inspection culminated at the boy's shoulders.... "hum, very nice shoulders, nice and broad...more fucking freckles... 'what are you, son, a fucking freckle factory?' ..."

When Terry finished, Jonathan rolled back over and asked, "Well, what's the verdict, professor?"

"The most perfectly beautiful boy I've ever seen," Terry said truthfully, tears welling up in his eyes. "You are so beautiful and I love you with all my heart and soul. Please, Jonathan, love me, too! And, don't hurt me, please. I don't think I could stand it"

"I do love you, Terry. More than I can say in words and more than you'll ever know."

They met in an embrace and held tightly to each other. It was almost like they were afraid to let go of one another for fear that the other would somehow disappear.

"Jonathan, why don't you spend the weekend here with me?" Terry asked as he wiped the tears from his eyes..

"Oh, God, I'd love too. I'll have to call home and see what's on tap there."

Jonathan called home and told his mother that he was going to spend the weekend at Terry's. He told them they'd be by later to pick up some clean clothes and toiletries. With that taken care of, they made plans for dinner.

"I know this really great place in West Hollywood. Wanna go there?" Terry asked.

"I guess so. What kind of food do they have?"

"Tube steak!" Terry said with a grin. "No, only kidding...Italian...really good Italian."

"Sounds great. Let's go over to my house so I can pick up some clean clothes and then we can come back and get ready to go, OK?"

They quickly dressed and hopped into Terry's Viper for the short trip to Jonathan's house. Both boys glowed with the radiance that only young love creates...

Terry & Jonathan A Love Story

Chapter 3

Terry expertly maneuvered the Viper through the twisting roads and lanes of the Santa Monica mountains. Geez, how he loved this car. It was so fast and sexy looking. 'Reminds me of me,' he laughingly said to himself. Jonathan was thinking along the same lines. Not only was he blown away by the car, but also by the handsome boy sitting in the driver's seat.

Jonathan still hadn't come fully to grips with the events of the day. Not five hours ago, this same boy had knocked him on his ass in the shower room, filling him with a combination of rage, humiliation and, yes, he had to admit it, desire. Now, here he was, looking lovingly at the cause of those conflicting emotions. In the space of an afternoon, he had gone from hating and resenting the handsome boy sitting next to him to loving him without reservation. In that short time, they had gone from brutal physical and emotional confrontation to loving embraces. Jonathan just couldn't believe what was happening.

He had been tenderly kissed and loved and held and caressed by the most gorgeous boy he had ever seen. His cock had been sucked masterfully, his tight asshole passionately fucked, equally masterfully. Both acts had generated incredible ecstasy in his young body. He in turn had buried his dick up the sexy boy-ass he had lusted after all year. 'Jesus, what an incredible day!' he thought. 'Christ, I hope this day never ends.' With that thought coursing through his mind, he reached over and gently touched his lover's hand.

Jonathan's reverie stopped short as the approached the driveway to his house. 'God, I hope my father doesn't realize what I've been doing. He'd have a fucking stroke. God only knows what he'd do to me. I wonder if he'll be able to tell,' Jonathan thought apprehensively.

"Terry, let's kinda cool it in front of my parents, OK? They'd never understand. Especially my old man. He'd absolutely go 'Postal' if he knew what we've been doing."

"Don't worry, I'll be cool. What's with your dad, anyway?" Terry asked.

"God only knows. He's emotionally all-fucked-up. I think he secretly hates me. He treats me like shit all the time. Nothing I ever do is good enough.

Remember when I came in second to you at that invitational swim meet? I was really proud of myself but what did he say? 'You shouldn't have let that faggot beat you!' Can you believe that?"

"Yeah, unfortunately, I can. There are a lot of people out there like that.

They expect you to do things that they couldn't possibly do themselves in a million years. Just forget about it, Jonathan. You know you did well and that's all that counts!" Terry said reassuringly.

Terry very slowly and carefully pulled into Jonathan's drive. He didn't want to do anything that would set off Jonathan's father. They got out of the car and walked around back to enter the house from the family room.

"Mom, Dad, I'm home," Jonathan called out.

"In here, sweetheart," his mom replied cheerfully from the living room.

As they walked through the family room and kitchen and into the living room, Terry could sense tension building in Jonathan. He gave Jonathan a playful shove and giggled as they neared the entrance to the living room. It didn't relax Jonathan in the least.

Jonathan's mother sat in a chair with a book in her lap. Terry thought she was very attractive. She had the same gorgeous red hair as her son. She was dressed casually but very nicely. She smiled pleasantly as Jonathan introduced Terry.

"Mom, this is my friend Terry Mathers. We're on the swim team together."

"It so nice to meet you, Terry." Mrs. Riley replied. "Would you boys like something cold to drink?"

"No, thank you, Mrs. Riley." Terry responded. "We don't have much time.

We're planning on going out to get a bite to eat soon."

"Mom, where's dad?" Jonathan asked hesitantly.

"He's not home from the office yet, dear," Mrs. Riley stated. "He called and said he'd be late. Something urgent came up."

"Well, come on up to my room, Terry, while I get some things packed," Jonathan said, his relief evident on his face.

As he followed Jonathan up the stairs to the second floor, he intently watched Jonathan's tight ass undulating as he ascended the steps. 'God, what a gorgeous ass!' Terry thought. 'I want to bury my face in it right here.'

Jonathan's room was at the end of the long hall. It was a typical teenager's room. Posters of rock stars were hung on the walls...mementos of past triumphs were displayed on the desk and bookshelves...trophies, medals, awards...that kind of thing. As Terry surveyed these monuments to Jonathan's athletic prowess, Jonathan blushed.

"I only keep them out to please my old man," Jonathan explained. "They turn him on. And it helps in keeping him from riding my ass."

"I'd love to ride your tight little butt right now!" Terry said conspiratorially.

"Hey, man, cool it!" Jonathan quickly replied, looking around to make sure no one was in hearing range. "You promised to be cool, remember?"

"Ok, Ok, Jonathan. I'm sorry. I was just kidding around." Terry said contritely.

Terry sat on the bed and watch Jonathan rummaging around looking for clothes. Jonathan picked up an athletic bag and began stuffing clean underwear and socks into it. He went to his closet and selected shirts and pants to bring along. Jonathan then went into his bath and gathered up his toiletries and carefully packed them. In no time at all, he had all he needed. If the truth be known, he wouldn't have needed most of the things he packed. Terry planned to keep the boy bare-assed naked most of the weekend.

They wouldn't need much of a wardrobe for what Terry had in mind.

As they approached the bottom of the stairs, Jonathan tensed as he recognized his father's voice. 'Oh, shit,' he thought. 'I'd hoped we could get out of here before he came home.' Sitting on the sofa in the living room was Mr. Riley. He was a big, handsome man, seemingly in very good physical shape. He and Mrs. Riley were in their late 30's or early 40's Terry guessed.

"Dad, this is Terry Mathers. Terry, this is my dad."

"Nice to meet you, young man," Mr. Riley said politely but without much sincerity. "I remember seeing you at the Invitational. You won the freestyle."

"Thank you, sir. That was a tough meet...all those swimmers from the other schools. Jonathan and I lucked out finishing like we did."

"Yes, I guess so," Mr. Riley replied, staring at Jonathan. "I thought Jonathan could have done a better job, though. The competition looked a little limp-wristed to me."

Both Terry and Jonathan stiffened at Mr. Riley's last remark but Terry was determined not to be provoked into a confrontation. What good would that have done at this point? The man was just as Jonathan had described him...a totally fucked up asshole. Terry pitied Mrs. Riley. She seemed so nice.

"Well, Jonathan, I guess we'd better get going," Terry said before Jonathan could respond to his father. "It's been a pleasure meeting both of you," he said as he stepped forward to shake Mr. Riley's hand.

"I'll be back on Sunday night, OK?" Jonathan tentatively stated.

"That will be fine, dear," Mrs. Riley responded

"You have money, son?" Mr. Riley brusquely queried of Jonathan.

"Yes, Dad, don't worry. I'm ok."

"Well, don't get in trouble, you boys. And, don't break too many of those young female hearts this week end," Mr. Riley said with a slight sneer.

"Don't worry, Mr. Riley. We'll be perfect gentlemen. Wouldn't think of taking advantage of any young girls." Terry stated evenly. "This is going to be an all-guy weekend."

Jonathan almost choked at the brazenness of his lover's remarks. But, he had to admit, Terry was something else, for sure. He had never seen anyone Terry's age be so cool and collected, so poised. It just gave him one more reason for falling more madly in love with Terry.

As the walked out the front door to Terry' car, Mr. Riley followed.

"Is that your car, young man?" he asked.

"Yes, sir. I just got it." Terry replied.

"Quite a bit of car for a boy your age, isn't it?"

"Yes, I guess you might say that," Terry shot back, "But I can handle it and I can afford it, Mr. Riley."

Again, Jonathan almost choked. 'Holy Christ, he won't take anything from the old bastard' he thought. The boys then got into the car. Terry started up the ignition and revved the engine almost to red line several times, staring at Mr. Riley. He then drove slowly and carefully out of the drive way as Mr. Riley watched, a look of resentment on his face.

"Boy, you were right, Jonathan. Forgive me for saying it but your dad's a real prick!"

"You're fucking unbelievable, Terry! I've never even seen grownups talk that way to my dad. It was really fantastic. I fuckin' loved it! But, I gotta warn you. He'll get back at you. Mark my words. He always does."

Jonathan warned.

"Don't worry about it, Jonathan. I know a few things that he doesn't. I'll take care of him if he gives us any trouble."

With that, Terry punched the accelerator and the bright red vehicle lurched ahead speedily. Shortly, they were pulling up to Terry's house. As they entered the house, Jonathan asked,

"What are you gonna wear tonight?"

"Oh, I bought a new sweater last week and I think I'll wear it with my gray pants."

"You mean the ones that cling to your ass like skin and show off your bulge?"

"Oh, you noticed! Yeah, 'them's' the ones."

"Such English, and out of the mouth of a straight A student, too! I'm surprised." Jonathan humorously rebuked Terry.

"Hey, that be only one of dem thangs I does good wit ma mouf, boy," Terry twanged.

"You're telling me? I can still feel your tongue up my ass!" Jonathan laughed.

In preparation for their night out, Terry called the restaurant and made reservations for dinner. Mario, the maitre d', or major-domo as was more likely in an Italian restaurant, knew both Terry and the depth of his wallet very well. He unctuously promised Terry he would save a very good table for them. Terry thanked him but requested a table that was kind of out of the way, one that would afford he and his guest a little more privacy. Mario assured Terry that would not be a problem. Terry hung up the phone and said to Jonathan,

"I think I need a shower. Coming?"

"You bet," Jonathan excitedly replied.

Terry went into the bath and turned on the water. The shower stall was large, big enough to accommodate four or more people. It was entirely tiled in large slabs of Carrara marble, a sophisticated beige in color with chocolate and white veins flowing through it. A large seat ran across the full rear of the stall. The multiple faucets and other accessories were a gleaming 24 carat gold plate. The entire area was enclosed in clear glass.

While waiting for the water to reached a comfortable temperature, the boys unselfconsciously stripped naked.

Terry and Jonathan entered the huge shower together. Since there were several shower heads spraying water at varying angles and heights, both boys were quickly soaked. Terry soaped up a wash cloth with fine French-milled soap and sensuously began washing Jonathan's back. Wanting to actually feel the soft skin of his lover, he jettisoned the wash cloth and soaped his hands. He slowly and sensuously caressed Jonathan's back. Embracing Jonathan's hard muscled body from behind, he generously soaped Jonathan's chest, paying close attention to the protruding nipples he encountered there.

Terry felt his cock harden. He knew that the same thing was probably happening to Jonathan. His hunch was corroborated as his hands slipped down his lover's hard stomach to his pubes. There, he encountered Jonathan's throbbing eight inch cock.

Holding Jonathan close, he lovingly took the pulsating meat into his hand and gently stroked it from its base to its head. His fingers worked the head of the beautiful cock, thoroughly cleansing it. Dropping the heavy cock, he hefted Jonathan's full nuts into both hands and tenderly laved them. Both boys moaned in sexual ecstasy-Terry, overjoyed at being able to caress his lover's most private parts, Jonathan overwhelmed by being touched and caressed the one he loved. While still luxuriating in feel of Jonathan's body, Terry temporarily abandoned Jonathan's genitals. He reached his soapy right hand back and pressed it between the boy's firm, freckled ass cleft.

As he washed between Jonathan's legs, he rubbed the quivering fuckhole he found there, occasionally pressing his soapy finger into the puckered anus.

"Oh, God, Terry! That feels incredible but my asshole's still sore from the screwing you gave me earlier."

"Mine is too, my Jonnie-boy!" Terry said. "Anyway, I guess we should save something for tonight. I intend to poke the hell out of your tight ass.

I'm gonna poke it all night long!"

"You won't get any complaints from me, lover. But, just remember...what' goes around comes around! That spelled C-U-M-S!" Jonathan warned humorously.

"Wouldn't have it any other way, you gorgeous stud," Terry acknowledged.

"Now, come on, do your duty. Wash me!"

The two gorgeous teenagers spent over an hour in the shower, touching and exploring every inch of each other's bodies with hand, mouth and tongue. At one point, they lay down in each other's arms on the large seat and let the warm water flow over their bodies. They shampooed, conditioned and rinsed each other's hair, washing out the chlorinated water from the pool. At one point, Terry grabbed the hand held shower spray. He pulled the shower head off and let the jet of water rush out of the hose.

"Hand me the bath oil, babe," Terry requested.

"What are you gonna do?" Jonathan queried.

"Just watch and see. It feels fantastic."

When Jonathan handed over the bottle of bath oil, Terry opened it and poured some into his palm. He smeared some over his fingers and applied that to the nozzle. He then smeared more bath oil on his finger and pushed it into his anus. Jonathan watched in amazement as what Terry then proceeded to do.

Bending forward a bit and leaning on the back bench, Terry shoved the nozzle up his ass. He moaned as the rush of water filled his bowels. When his gut was full of water and no more could enter his body, water mixed with feces began leaking out of his asshole. Soon, an equal amount of warm water was entering and exiting his shithole. In no time at all, the water coming out of his asshole was as crystal clear as that which was entering him.

"I'm cleaning myself up for you, sweetheart," Terry leered as the jet stream pulsated and throbbed against his prostate, making his cock steel hard once again.

"Oh, fuck, Terry," Jonathan said in awe as he watch the flood of water streaming from Terry's asshole.

Terry knew if he continued with this incredible stimulation he would shoot his load of teenage cum, something he didn't want to do just yet. Terry and Jonathan had teased one another but each made sure not to bring the other to orgasm. That experience was best saved for later that evening in Terry's large bed. Terry pulled the nozzle out of his ass and felt the water that had built up in his body him rush out. 'Oh, God I love that feeling' Terry thought.

"Wanna try it, Jonathan?" Terry asked, proffering the spurting hose.

"Oh, man, does it feel as sexy as it looks?" Jonathan asked.

"You better believe it, Lover boy!" Terry retorted. "Here, let me help you."

Jonathan took the hose in his hand and let Terry rub the bath oil all over the nozzle and down the hose. Terry then oiled the middle finger of his right hand. He motioned for Jonathan to lean forward on the back bench, taking the hose from the boy's hand. Once Jonathan was in position, Terry gently pushed his finger of the boy's ass. He worked it around a little, relaxing Jonathan's sore anus. When it was lubed enough for comfort, Terry pressed the spurting nozzle up against the waiting asshole and then gently shoved it up the boy. Jonathan tensed as he felt the warm steady stream rush up his chute and strike his prostate, making his dick harder that it already was. Soon, his bowels were full and he too began to expel a combination of water and feces while taking in more clean water.. And, as happened with Terry, the fluid being expelled soon turned crystal clear.

"Oh, fuck, oh God. This is unbelievable!" Jonathan gasped.

"Hey, now, take it easy. I don't want you cumming."

"Shit, Terry, suck me off, please. Please!!"

Terry couldn't refuse the beautiful red head anything, so he dropped to his knees in front of the boy. He took the swollen nuts into his hand and the reddish purple cock head into his mouth. He then proceeded to swallow Jonathan's prick right up to the pubes. A few strokes of his tongue had Jonathan squirting shot after shot of teen age cum into Terry's waiting mouth. When the spasms in his body subsided, Jonathan pulled the hose from his ass. He collapsed into Terry's arms as the pent up water flowed out of him.

"Holy Fucking Jesus. Mother of Fucking God! That was so fucking hot!" Jonathan panted, spent. "Oh, Terry, that was fucking wonderful!"

"Well, I really wanted to save that cum until tonight, but what the hell," Terry said.

"Don't worry, there'll be more where that came from, you talented cocksucker!"

"Thanks for the compliment, asshole. And, you promise, right?" Terry laughed.

As they stepped out of the shower and dried each other with luxurious towels, they were a model of pink, puckered, wrinkled boyhood.

Terry & Jonathan

A Love Story

Chapter 4

After thoroughly drying each other, Terry and Jonathan returned to the bedroom to change for dinner. Terry rummaged through his drawers, looking for just the right set of underwear. He finally settled on pale blue silk boxer shorts. He loved boxers, especially silk ones. They made him feel exceptionally sexy when he wore them. He loved the way the soft material caressed his cock and balls when he walked. He loved the way they allowed his 'fuck' equipment to show through no matter what pants he was wearing.

He loved the attention he received from other guys when they checked out his crotch. Yeah, Terry loved silk boxers.

Jonathan sat on the bed and watched Terry intently, enjoying immensely the vista of his . still nude lover. He loved the curves of Terry's ass, the hairlessness of his asscrack, the way Terry's ass dissolved into those beautiful legs. As Terry bent over to slip on the underwear he held in is hand, Jonathan could see Terry's big nuts hanging down between his legs. A jolt of sexual energy stabbed Jonathan's groin at the sight. It was all he could do to keep from rushing over to Terry and lapping at those oval beauties. As Terry bent further over, Jonathan saw the puckered rose bud he had recently fucked. Once again, for what seemed like the hundredth time this day, his cock rose up in a stiff erection. Terry turned to Jonathan as he pulled up the flimsy garment, up past his big loose-hanging nuts, up, further up, catching his cock in the waist band and then flipping his dick into the shorts.

"Christ Almighty, you are one horny dude, Jonathan. Look at you," Terry giggled, secretly pleased that he had this kind of effect on Jonathan.

"I can't help it, Terry," Jonathan replied plaintively. "You looked so damn sexy putting on those shorts. What are they made of? They look so soft and comfortable."

"Silk. Haven't you ever tried them before?"

"Shit, no."

Rummaging around the drawer again, Terry pulled out a pair of green silk boxers and tossed them over to Jonathan.

"Here, put these on. They'll go real good on you, what with your coloring."

Jonathan thanked Terry profusely and then began to slip on the underwear.

The shorts felt so soft and sexy rubbing up against his calves and legs as he pull them on. Still erect, his dick made a big tent in the fabric.

"Terry. I can't wear these. You know how easy I bone up! I'll embarrass the shit out of us."

"Bullshit, Jonathan. That's half the fun of wearing them. You never know when you're gonna throw a rod and when you do, it excites the shit out of everyone around you. Wear 'em! It'll be a real hoot! Especially where we're going."

"O.K., Terry, if you say so. But don't say I didn't warn you."

The boys finished dressing and were ready to hit the road. They drove over the hill and pulled up in front of a trendy, West Hollywood restaurant.

Several valet parking attendants swarmed towards the car, eager to be the lucky one that got to drive the exotic vehicle. Jonathan couldn't believe how gorgeous all of them were. He suddenly felt very young and naive. As the door was opened for him, he felt the young attendant's eyes survey his body then smile invitingly. Unnerved, Jonathan got out of the vehicle and joined Terry at the curbside.

"Geez, Ter, did you see those guys? All of them are gorgeous!" Jonathan whispered.

"Hey, they'll probably all aspiring actors. They do this between acting jobs."

"One of them practically undressed me with his eyes. I couldn't believe it.

He was so obvious about it," Jonathan continued.

"Get used to it, babe. You are fucking gorgeous and you're in Boy's Town.

You'll be getting that kind of reception all night long. But, remember, you're mine, all mine!" Terry chortled, amused at his friend's innocence.

As the entered the restaurant, Maitre d' Mario greeted them.

"Ah, Signore Mathers! How are you, my friend? I have reserved a wonderful

table for you and your guest! And, we have some exceptional special dishes tonight!" Mario said with a syncophantic continental accent.

"Thank you, Mario. This is my special friend, Jonathan."

Mario looked the boy over approvingly and exclaimed, "Mi piacere, Mr. Jonathan!"

He led them to a table located in an alcove off the main dining room. Terry was pleased with the site, out of the main dining room yet not near the kitchen or other distractions. Three other tables occupied the room, all generously spaced to provide maximum privacy. As Mario seated Jonathan, Terry reached into his slacks for Mario's gratuity. He palmed a hundred dollar bill which he surreptitiously slipped to Mario as they shook hands.

Mario didn't even look to see the denomination of the bill he pocketed.

"Enjoy your evening, gentlemen!" Mario said expansively. "If you need anything at all, any thing at all, Signore Mathers, please do not hesitate to ask. I am at your service, gentlemen."

"Thank you, Mario, I'm sure we will," Terry replied graciously.

Mario nodded deferentially and left the table. Jonathan looked in awe at the surroundings. He had been in Italian restaurants before but none quite as sumptuous and elegant. The table was set with elegant crystal glassware, silver service and exquisite china. The room was fashionably decorated in soft pastels which complimented the table cloths and napkins. Large bouquets of fresh roses graced the room along with smaller bouquets on each table..

Jonathan noticed that the wall coverings were richly padded, adding sophistication and elegance to the room as well as sound dampening. He was mightily impressed, not only with the restaurant but with the sophistication of his friend.

"Boy, that Mario is something else, isn't he?" Jonathan commented.

"Yes," chuckled Terry. "Mario talks in exclamation points! Like this place, babe?"

"Oh, yeah, this is really something else. How come they know you so well here?"

"In this world, Jonathan, money talks and bullshit walks! They all knew I'm rich and my money buys entree into the finer things of life. Besides, I use to come here with my parents. That's when I first met Mario. Even though they aren't here to enjoy it with me, I still come here. Not only is it a great restaurant but it also brings back wonderful memories for me. Now, having you here with me, will make it all the more special."

A beautiful young waiter approached the table. He greeted Terry by name as he gave each boy a menu. He took their drink orders and retreated giving them time to peruse the bill of fair. Jonathan noted that the young waiter was exceptionally well endowed in addition to being gorgeous. A big bulge of testicles pushed out against the fabric of his black trousers. What appeared to be a gigantic piece of meat traveled down the young man's left thigh.

Normally, genitalia that large would have been a turn-off for Jonathan but on this young man, he thought it sexy and appealing. 'I wonder what it looks like hard,' he thought to himself.

"See anything you like, Jonathan?"

Jonathan blushed crimson. It was like Terry had read his mind. His private speculations were causing him embarrassment. He was especially chagrined for being so transparent.

"On the menu, dummy," Terry said mirthfully, laughing at his friend's embarrassment.

"Geez, there's so many choices. What's good here?"

"Everything is! How about this, Jonathan? Why don't we let the waiter order for us? I guarantee you'll have a meal like you've never had before."

"OK, sounds good to me. I'd eat anything he brings to the table I'm so hungry."

"I saw the way you checked out his basket, and I don't meant the bread basket, either. Didn't you mean to say you were horny rather than hungry?" Terry teased as Jonathan once again blushed bright crimson.

The waiter returned with a virgin strawberry daiquiri for Terry and a ginger ale for Jonathan. As he placed the drinks before the boys, he recited the special dishes being offered that evening and then proffered the standard waiter query,

"Are you gentlemen ready to order or would you like a little more time to decide?"

"Rossano, we'd like to leave our dinner in your hands. Bring us whatever you think we might like."

"Very good, Mr. Mathers. It would be my pleasure. I will try not to disappoint you and your guest."

While they waited for their meal, Terry and Jonathan traded small talk.

Both surveyed the other tables in the room and found that each was occupied by a male couple. No women were to be seen. Nearest them, an extremely well dressed, silver-haired gentleman shared the table with an equally well dressed younger blond man. They were deeply engaged in conversation, this older man and his somewhat effeminate companion. Though the boys were unable to hear the topic of the conversation, it plainly appeared there was a difference of opinion between the two. The older man kept trying to place his hand on the younger man's only to have the young man pull back.

Finally, the older man gave up and signaled the waiter for the check.

Within minutes, the check has been paid and the quarreling couple left.

Terry looked lovingly at Jonathan, emotion rising in him. They were in the first stages of their relationship and the whole world had a rosy complexion.

Terry was thankful that they weren't having the problem the couple that left were obviously experiencing. Taking Jonathan's hands in his, his eyes tearing up, Terry said,

"God, I love you so much, Jonathan." I truly never thought I'd be able to feel this much love for anyone ever again and then, all of a sudden, into my life barges this wild eyed, red-headed Irishman, threatening to kick my ass.

It's like I suddenly found a part of me that was dead or missing and now I feel so complete. I haven't been this or felt this fulfilled in my entire life and it's all because of you."

"Oh, Terry," Jonathan said softly, with great emotion. "I feel just like you do. I know exactly what you mean. I feel like I've found something missing in my soul. And, it' not just the sex, either. When I fell asleep in your arms, I felt so safe and secure, so completely content. I can't really put into words what I'm feeling All I know is that I never want it to end."

As Jonathan finished pouring out his heart to the lovely boy across from him, Rossano approached. From a distance he had recognized the look of love glowing on the faces of these two innocent and beautiful boys. 'Lovers desperately in love' he thought. 'So wonderful.' He thought back to his first real love, Gianni, in Rome and felt regret that he had left him to come to America. 'I'm going to make sure this is a feast they will never forget,' he vowed to himself.

He waited for the appropriate moment. When he saw an opening, he hied to the table and dramatically offered the two handsome young men the appetizer he had selected for them.

"Ah, my young friends, I bring you a lovely 'aragostini alla Veniziana' to start the feast. I hope you will be pleased. I have told the chef that I am serving two very special people and reminded him that he must cook like he has never cooked before. I told him he must make this 'una cena speciale,' a very special dinner. Now! Enjoy!" Rossano declared in his most dramatic manner.

Famished from an afternoon of lovemaking, the boys attacked the baby lobsters with gusto. Rossano was right, the appetizer was lovely. The lobsters were plump and succulent, sauteed in a sauce of garlic and herbed butter, mouth-wateringly delicious.

"Oh, man! This is phenomenal! I've never tasted anything like this!" Jonathan enthused.

"Yeah, it is really good, isn't it?" Terry replied happily.

He was elated not only because of the wonderful food but also with Jonathan's evident delight. Terry wanted this evening to be special and it sure was starting out that way. After the appetizer had been cleared, Rossano again appeared with the second course. This time he brought to the table a special pasta dish, 'spaghettini alla carbonara,' angel hair pasta served with a rather delicate sauce of bacon, eggs, parsley and Parmesan cheese. The boys rhapsodized over the wonderful mixture of subtle flavorings.

Next came the main course, 'Osso bucco alla Romana,' tender, succulent veal shanks braised with carrots, celery, onion, tomato and white wine. With an appropriate flair, Rossano presented each boy with a tiny silver spoon.

After Rossano departed Jonathan looked quizzically at Terry.

"What's the spoon for, Terry?" Jonathan asked.

"It's so you can enjoy the marrow in the shank bone. The Italians think that's the best part of the dish." Terry responded, showing Jonathan how to extract the marrow.

"Where did you learn all of this stuff? Christ, Terry, you're no older than I am yet you seem so grown up. I feel so juvenile and stupid."

"Well, my parents took me everywhere...from the time I was a just a baby. I got to travel all over the world with them, ate in the finest restaurants, stayed in the finest hotels. It was a hell of an education. Years of that kind of experience and you're bound to pick up something of the world, don't you think?" Terry replied humbly.

"You are like no one I've ever met before. Even my folks friends aren't anywhere near as sophisticated as you...and they're in the entertainment industry."

"Yes, I know. Your dad's with Spectrum Entertainment, isn't he?" Terry stated more that asked.

"Yeah, he's a vice president. In charge of their film division. I guess it's an important position. Sure pays the bills! Geez, this dish is so fucking good.." Jonathan said.

Rossano surveyed the remains of the main course. He was delighted that very little except bones could be found on the boy's dinner plates. He had the bus boy clear the table while he disappeared only to return with two salads, delicate leaves tossed with vinegar and oil and crumpled Gorgonzola cheese.

"Salad, now? After the main course?" Jonathan asked, sampling the salad.

"Yep. Again, it's the Italian way. They think the salad should come between the main course and the dessert. It cleanses the palate and settles the stomach."

When that course was summarily devoured, Rossano returned with the coup de gras, the dessert course. He placed before them an elegant Tiramisu, a delicate dessert of sponge cake, cocoa, marscapone, rum, vanilla and whipped cream. It was almost to beautiful to eat, but the boys didn't let that stop them. They consumed the dessert with what could only be called a teen- ager's enthusiasm for things sweet.

"Signori, Cappuccino? Espresso?" Rossano offered.

"Jonathan?" Terry questioned.

"Cappucino!" Jonathan replied to the waiter.

"Per me, Rossano, espresso forte. Voglio stare alzato tutta la notta." Terry

stated with a somewhat lewdly with a nod in Jonathan direction.

"Molto bene! E buono fortuna!" Rossano responded, with a knowing smile.

"What the hell was that all about, fellah?" Jonathan asked.

"I just told Rossano that I wanted a strong espresso 'cause I wanted to be awake all night long!" Terry laughed, taking Jonathan's hand in his. "I love you, Jonathan."

Jonathan once again felt an overwhelming love for this exceptional boy sweep across his soul. 'Geez, how lucky can anyone get,' he thought gratefully, gently squeezing Terry hand. Soon, they released their hold on each other as Rossano had arrived with their coffees.

"Oh, Rossano, the meal was superb! We couldn't be more pleased. It was perfect!" Terry complimented the waiter.

"Quasi perfecto, amico! It would have been perfect with some excellent wines, ha, but in this barbaric country, that is not possible. When you are older and can have wine in a fine restaurant such as this, Signore Mathers, we will make it perfect! Now, is there anything else you require?"

Terry glanced over at Jonathan, who with a broad smile on his handsome face, slowly shook his head in reply.

"No, nothing more, thank you, Rossano, solo il conto!"

When the check arrived, Jonathan watched in awe as Terry placed three one hundred dollar bills on the silver tray. 'Boy, this place is really expensive,' Jonathan thought. 'And that doesn't count what he gave the guy at the door!' Rossano smiled broadly as he removed the tray from the table.

"Thank you, again, Rossano. It was wonderful." Terry said to the waiter, indicating that the excess money on the tray was his gratuity.

"Thank you, Signore Mathers." Rossano replied gratefully.

Terry and Jonathan rose from the table and made their way toward the front of the restaurant. Mario spied them coming and whispered something to a young man standing near who quickly walked away. As they approached the maitre d', Mario extended his hand to both boys and said,

"I trust everything was acceptable, my friend."

"Yes, Mario, everything was perfect. Rossano is to be congratulated."

Mario escorted his two young and most handsome customers to the restaurant's entry. The door opened as they approached, as if manipulated by unseen hands.

Parked at the portico, with the engine running, was Terry's car. The same smiling, handsome young attendant waited to ease their entry into the car.

Terry tipped the young man generously as he got into the car.

Soon, Terry and Jonathan were underway on a new adventure.

Terry & Jonathan

A Love Story

Chapter 5

The night was young and the boys were blissfully in love with each other.

The Viper slowly cruised down Santa Monica Boulevard. The sidewalks were crowded with strolling young men and women...some straight, some gay, some lesbian. Friday night on the boulevard was a festive event. Jonathan was struck at how many handsome young men he saw. He was also surprised at the reaction the two of them got when Terry stopped for red lights. Beautiful young men smiled at them, acknowledging, even envying, the beauty of the two boys in the exotic car. As they drove farther east, the traffic thinned and Jonathan noticed a change in the appearance of the people that lined the boulevard. Near the restaurant, the men seemed so sophisticated and very well dressed. As they moved eastward, the men he saw became younger, some even younger than he and Terry. And they dressed more blatantly sexy...very tight pants, bare stomachs showing.

"What's with these guys, Terry?" Jonathan asked.

"Well, they're'gentlemen of the evening'...hustlers." Terry replied.

Just for fun, Terry pulled over to the curb where a young blond boy of about 15 stood. He ogled the young man's body openly, his eyes looking the boy up and down. The blond boy smiled sexily, thrilled at the possibility of getting picked up by two obviously rich young guys. 'This could be worth a lot' he thought... 'enough to score some good shit tonight!' He reached down and began rubbing his basket provocatively.

"Hey, dudes, what's doin?" he asked.

"What?" Jonathan asked.

"Boy, you are naive, Jonathan. He's a whore, a hustler," Terry whispered in Jonathan's ear.

" Hey, fella, how much? Terry asked the young hustler.

"Depends on what you guys want," the young hustler replied, still seductively rubbing his crotch.

"How old are you?" Jonathan asked.

"Almost sixteen," the youth answered. "Pull around the corner and let's talk."

Terry drove around the corner. As the car came to a halt, he turned off the engine. They waited until the young hustler sauntered up the car, his bulging crotch at Jonathan's eye level. Terry could see that the young man's cock has gotten hard in his pants. As he continued to rub the bulge he said,

"What are you dudes into?"

Jonathan was shocked to hear Terry say, "Fucking some hot ass. How much?"

"Both of you? For $200 I'll let both you dudes fuck my tight little ass.

Got some place we can go?" the boy leered.

"Let him in between us, Jonathan," Terry said.

Somewhat stunned by the situation, Jonathan opened the door and got out.

The young man got in between them, straddling the gear shift console, one leg touching Terry's leg and as Jonathan crowded back into the car, one touching Jonathan's. Terry gunned the engine and the car took off.

"Let's see what you got, kid," Terry demanded of the boy.

The boy reached down and began to unbutton his jeans. As he wore no underwear, his hard six inch dick poked out. 'Shit this is hot,' he thought to himself. 'I usually get stuck with some ugly old man.' He then reached down and pulled his hairless nutsack out too.

"Well, what do you think, dudes?" he asked with some pride.

Jonathan could not believe what was going on. The boy then lowered a hand down into both of the boys laps and groped. 'Jesus, these fuckers are big.

They're really gonna stretch my little hole,' he thought.

Terry removed the boy's hand. He wasn't really interested in fucking this young boy, although he did admit to himself that the boy was cute. This had all been an exercise in the 'Education of Jonathan Riley.' Terry punched the accelerator and drove back to side street where they had picked the boy up.

As the pulled up to the curb, he reached into his pocket, took out some cash and stuffed it in the boys open fly.

"Let him out, Jonathan." To the boy he said, "Hey, kid, take the money and go home. Don't peddle your ass out here. It's gonna kill you."

The startled boy fished the bills out of his fly, noticing that it was two hundred dollars. He was stunned as no trick had ever done anything like this before. 'This crazy dude is giving me two hundred bucks and I didn't even have to spread my cheeks for it. Un-fucking- believable,' he thought. He quickly stuffed the money into his pocket, shoved his still hard cock and his balls into his jeans and buttoned up. As Jonathan got out to let him go, the boy reached over and gave Terry a kiss on the cheek saying, "Thanks, dude, I owe you one." With that he stepped out onto the curb and strutted away, but not towards Santa Monica Boulevard Terry noticed.

"Shit, Terry, I never realized this kinda stuff went on," Jonathan said, somewhat in awe as he sat back down.

"You're learning, kiddo," Terry replied. "Wanna go dancing? I know a club we can get into."

"Shit, yes, Ter!" Jonathan exclaimed excitedly

Terry drove down a few dark streets and pulled up in front of the nondescript building that housed the dance club. There was a crowd of young people lined up waiting to get in. The doorman recognized Terry's car and came over, opening the door for Jonathan. He greeted Terry by name and escorted them to the entrance of the club. Terry confidently directed him to be sure to look after the car as he handed the man some money. The doorman assured him he would take special care of the vehicle. He then opened the door to the club and directed the boys in, much to the dismay of those waiting in line.

The club was much nicer on the inside than it had appeared from the curb.

Loud music assaulted the boys' ears and thick smoke their eyes as they became accustomed to the dim light. A waitress came up, greeted Terry with a hug and assured him that his customary table was waiting for him. As she escorted them to the table, she asked,

"The usual, Terry?" Terry nodded and she turned to Jonathan. "What would you like, Coke, Seven UP, coffee, Cappuccino? Jonathan ordered a coke.

As the waitress left to get their drinks, Jonathan asked, "Jesus, Terry, how do you do it. Everybody knows you here. They treat you like you own the goddamn place. I can't believe it."

" I do," Terry calmly replied.

"Do what?" Jonathan asked.

"Own the place," Terry replied matter-of -factly.

"You what? You fuckin' own this place?" Jonathan said in disbelief.

"Yes, I own the place. I decided that this might fill a need, both in my life and others and was probably a good business opportunity, so I opened it. It's been great, too!"

"Jesus, when will the surprises stop with you?" Jonathan said.

"Never, I hope, Love," Terry said as his hand softly caressed Jonathan's cheek.

The waitress arrived back at the table and served their drinks. As she and Terry briefly talked business, Jonathan looked the club over. The large dance floor was crowded with gyrating dancers...boy and girl couples, boy and boy couples and girl and girl couples. Jonathan had never danced with another guy before and wondered how he was gonna react to this new experience. 'Shit, as long as I'm with Terry, I can do anything,' he thought happily.

He noticed that a spinning mirrored globe hung from the ceiling, directly over the dance floor. The globe reflected unique, ever changing patterns of light and shadows on the youthful dancers below. The dance floor was surrounded by booths and tables, all of which were fully occupied by carefree youths. A large ornate bar, crammed four deep with good looking young people, ran across the entire back of the club. 'Again, like nothing I've ever seen before' Jonathan thought excitedly. Christ, what a night!'

As soon as the waitress left, Terry took Jonathan by the hand and led him to the dance floor. As they reached their destination, a soft sensual ballad began to play over the speakers. Terry took Jonathan in his arms. He felt Jonathan's back muscles tense as they began to sway to the music. "It's ok, Jonathan. It's alright. No one is gonna bother us, Love." With those soothing words, Jonathan melted completely into Terry arms. They held each other closely as they danced, both lost in the golden aura of love that swept them up. Soon, just as Jonathan feared, he began to get an erection. Terry noticed his lover's involuntary reaction and, slipping his hands down to Jonathan's ass, pulled the beautiful boy even closer. Soon Terry's awakening rod was dueling with Jonathan's insistent hardon. Terry gently nuzzled Jonathan's neck and whispered in his ear, "Our dicks are dancing together, Lover." Jonathan felt weak with desire and passion. Terry then brought his lips to Jonathan's and they kissed softly. 'Jesus, a few hours ago we were fighting and I was hurting so much and now I'm kissing him....and in fucking public, too' Jonathan though. 'What is happening to my life?'

When the ballad ended, the music changed to a faster beat. Terry and Jonathan, oblivious to the fact that each sporting obvious hard ons, continued to dance. Soon, a friend of Terry's danced close by. He reached out and grabbed Terry's protruding bulge and said over the music, "Happy to see me, Terry?" Terry laughed and said, "No, Jerry, him!" pointing to Jonathan. Jonathan blushed crimson for what seemed like the hundredth time that day. Jerry moved away and the two boys danced and danced and danced.

As the evening went on, patrons of the club stopped by the boys' table to pay their respects and, secretly, to get a closer look at the handsome young man that had so obviously captured Terry's heart. Jonathan knew he wasn't an ugly boy but had never thought of himself as handsome. Tonight, though, swept up in the excitement of this incredible evening and reflecting the love in Terry's eyes, he felt absolutely beautiful. The other young people in the club felt the same. As Terry talked to his various friends, Jonathan felt the need to visit the men's room. He excused himself and wandered to the alcove that housed the rest rooms. As he entered the room marked "Men," he pulled up in surprise and shock.

There in front of the urinals, one of the gorgeous young boys he had seen on the dance floor was kneeling, hard cock in his hand, giving another beautiful boy a blow job. The boy was fervently deep throating the hard dick. The recipient of the suck was standing with his pants and undershorts down around his ankles and seemed blithely unconcerned that anyone was watching. Jonathan watched in fascination as the boy on his knees lavished his oral attention to the other boy's dick and nuts. Embarrassed but excited, Jonathan immediately sprung a huge boner. He stumbling back out the door and accidentally ran smack into a rather good looking young man, almost knocking the guy down.

The young man noted Jonathan's excited condition and reached down to grope Jonathan's bulging pants. "Nice!" was all the boy said as Jonathan pulled himself free from the young man's grip, excused himself and hurried away.

When he arrived back at the table, he realized that Terry was not there. A wave of momentary panic swept over Jonathan as he searched the crowd for his boyfriend. 'Shit, where is he?' Jonathan asked himself. He saw that two fresh drinks had been served, assuring that Terry had not deserted him.

After a moment, the young man he had crashed into at the door to the men's room approached the table. "Want to dance?" he asked Jonathan.

Jonathan said, "No thanks, I'm waiting for a friend of mine to come back."

"My name's Sean, by the way. I just saw Terry go back to the office. Don't worry, he won't get jealous if you dance with me," he said with a sexy smile.

"It's not that," Jonathan replied. "It's just that I don't quite feel like dancing just now."

"You do look a little flushed. You a little flustered over what was going on the boys' room?" Sean asked.

"Christ, yes, can you believe that? In a public head like that!" Jonathan exclaimed.

"Yes, I believe it. Chris, that's the guy doing the sucking, Chris would suck a cock on Sunset Boulevard, given the chance. He's such a slut!" Sean laughed. "But, you missed the good part. After you left, he actually fucked the guy in the ass right there in front of the pisser."

"You're kidding me. No shit?" Jonathan said.

"Yep, right there in front of me. They're both exhibitionists, I guess.

The least they could have done was go into the back room if they wanted to have sex." Seam stated. "Sure made it 'hard' for me to piss!" Sean said giggling.

"I'll bet it did," Jonathan laughed.

As they talked, Terry came back to the table saying, "Hi, Sean, trying to seduce Jonathan here? Well, you can't have him. He's mine, all mine, you horny bastard."

"Hey, it never hurts to try, Terry. And, you! You are fucking gorgeous, Jonathan. As gorgeous as Terry-boy here, but I've never gotten anywhere with him either." Sean said.

"Them's the breaks, Sean. Jonathan, want to dance?" Terry said.

As Sean disappointedly walked away from the table, Jonathan said, "Yes, I'd love to, Terry, but I've really got to take a piss before we do."

"I thought you already did that," Terry said.

"Not quite," Jonathan replied. .

"Well, I could use a little relief, too, so I'll go with you." Terry said as he took Jonathan's hand in his. They walked hand-in-hand to the bath room.

When they entered, Jonathan was relieved to find that the room was unoccupied. The boys strolled up to adjoining urinals, fished their dicks out of their pants and let the yellow streams flow freely. After washing their hands, they went back to the dance floor. Again, a soft ballad was playing and as the gently held each other and swayed to the music, Jonathan asked, "Terry, what's the back room?"

Surprised at the question, Terry asked, "Who told you about the back room?"

"Sean did." Jonathan confessed.

"What did the bastard do, invite you to go there with him?" Terry said, a note of displeasure creeping into his voice.

"No, nothing like that, Terry!" Jonathan said adamantly. "It just that when I went to the john earlier, I walked in on a couple of guys doing things. And so did Sean. He just said they should have gone into the back room. I just wondered what the back room was."

"Just exactly what were these guys doing in there?" Terry asked with concern.

"Well, one guy was giving the other guy a blow job when I went in and I guess a few minutes later, he fucked the guy, right there in public."

"Oh, shit. These horny assholes are gonna get this place closed down if they're not careful. Damn it! I guess we're gonna have to put a guard in the goddamn toilet."

"What's the back room, Terry?" Jonathan once again asked.

"Well, you might as well see for yourself," Terry said resignedly.

As they walked off the dance floor, Terry explained about the back room. He knew how hard it was for many young people to act on their emotions since most lived at home with parents and other family. He set up the back room at the club to help these kids. He established rules that had to be honored for admittance into the room; rules such as, no singles, only couples; no dope or booze; no coercion or violence and no restriction because of sexual preference. If you weren't mature enough to accept the rules, then you couldn't go it. If anyone is caught with any banned substances, they would be forever banished, not only from the back room but also the club.

They walked to the back of the club, past the restrooms and the office to where a hall bisected the one they were in. The boys made the turn and walked to the end of this hall where an unmarked door, guarded by a rather large young man, stood. The man greeted Terry warmly and opened the door for the boys. A foyer served as the entry the way for the room. The foyer was nicely decorated with plush carpeting, settees, tables and chairs. The walls were hung with erotic art of all genres. Another door was located at the back of the foyer. Terry took Jonathan by the arm and they walked through that door into another world.

Jonathan was stunned. The large room consisted of over thirty mattresses lined up against the walls of the room. Large armoires were located at each mattress. The mattresses were covered with fine linens and numerous pillows.

To Jonathan's amazement, almost all the mattresses were occupied by naked young people in every possible combination of lovemaking. There were lesbian couples engaged in cunnilingus, gay boys in various combinations of sucking and fucking, straight couples making passionate love to each other. No one in the room seemed the least bit concerned that other's might be watching what they were doing. It was an incredibly sexy sight and it took it's toll on both boys. Each boys' pants started tenting as their cock grew to full erection.

"Jesus, Terry!" Jonathan whispered. "This is unbelievable!"

Terry took Jonathan by the hand and they walked to one of the unoccupied mattresses. Terry slipped off his shoes and bent down to take off his socks.

He slowly pulled his sweater over his head and did the same with his T-shirt. Nude from the waist up, and with Jonathan watching in wonder, Terry unzipped his trousers and pulled them and his blue silk boxers off. Now fully naked, Terry reclined on the mattress, his hard cock resting on his stomach. He smiled at the stunned, immobilized Jonathan who finally shook off his shock and began undressing. When he was completely nude, he joined Terry on the mattress.

Their mattress was situated between two interesting contrasts. On their right were a couple of gay boys making love. One beautiful young brunette was on his stomach and a equally beautiful young blond was sinking his large cock into the first boy's tight, round, succulent ass. Jonathan and Terry watched as the blond masterfully fucked his lover. Jonathan was totally turned on watching the blond wrap his arms under the arms of the boy beneath him, kiss his neck and then pound his dick into the boy. The moans of lust coming from the brunette testified to his pleasure at the powerful fuck he was receiving.

Terry's attention was directed to the mattress on their left. On it were an extremely beautiful young straight couple, at most, 18 years of age. They both had long brown hair. The girl's hair formed a halo on her pillow, the boy's draped down on to her. The boys was lying between the girls legs, his cock apparently in her pussy. Her legs were wrapped high on the boy's hips and her hands were on his ass, as she joyously took the passionate thrusts of his hard dick. Although Terry couldn't actually see the cock that was fucking the girl's cunt, he could see the undulations of the boy's ass make fucking motions. As he thrust powerfully into the girl, he moved his upper body sensuously over the girl's so that the nipples of her tits were rubbing against his. Terry moved down toward the foot of the mattress so he could be a better view.

Now, Terry could see the large hard dick pounding in and out of the girl's juicy cunt. He could see the boy's large nuts swinging back and forth as he thrust his pole in and out. Terry could also see the girl had two of her fingers up the boy's asshole, giving him a finger fuck as he was dick-fucking her cunt. Terry almost swooned in passion. 'God, would I love to have my dick up that guy's ass!' Terry thought to himself. 'So fucking hot and he apparently likes it in the ass, too!'

While concentrating on the couple, Terry felt Jonathan snuggle up behind him and envelope him in his arms. Terry felt Jonathan's hard dick slide in between his legs as Jonathan began to stroke and caress his body. He turned his head slightly and whispered, "Fuck me, Jonnie, please. I'm so horny right now." Terry was lying on his right side so he lifted his left leg slightly to give Jonathan access to his aching asshole. Jonathan spit on his hand and delivered the natural lubricant to Terry anus, pushing saliva-slick fingers all the way up Terry's rectum. Then he spit again and slicked up his own cock. He slowly entered Terry from behind, giving both boys a electric thrill. Terry was ecstatic... watching a gorgeous boy fucking a juicy cunt while a large hard bone was stuffed up his ass.

As Jonathan slowly fucked Terry's ass, the boy next to Terry climaxed, shooting a wad of boy cum into the girl's twat. Terry could see the boy's nuts draw up to half their size and could see his perineum quiver as blast after blast of hot semen shot from his prostate, up his long cock into the girl's pussy. Both loudly moaned as their orgasms over took them. They kissed passionately and then separated. As he recovered, the boy looked over at Terry and Jonathan. He stared at the area between Terry's legs, watching Jonathan's hard cock moving in and out of Terry's tight asshole. He hadn't expected it but he was really getting excited watching another guy get fucked in the ass. His own cock started to rise up in erection again. He seemed somehow drawn to what was taking place on the mattress next to him. 'Maybe it's because Jessie slipped her finger up my ass,' he thought. 'I never would have guessed it would feel so good.'

Terry looked directly into the eyes of the boy on the next mattress as Jonathan continued to fuck him. 'Yeah, you'd like to try this wouldn't you, you gorgeous thing you.' Terry wasn't even touching his dick but the monster stood straight up from his groin, swaying from side to side with Jonathan's fucking movements. "Come on, Jonathan, fuck me! It feels so good having your dick up my ass!" Terry hissed loud enough for the boy to hear. Terry was secretly pleased when the boy reached over and touched his aching cock. As the boy started stroking the hard dick in his hand, Terry said to him, "Suck

it man! Take it in your mouth!" To Terry's surprise, the boy unhesitatingly did just that.

The action the boy was giving Terry didn't bother his girlfriend at all.

She was enjoying watching her macho boyfriend suck another guy's cock.

Since the boy was on his hands and knees as he sucked on Terry's dick, his ass was up in the air. She moved behind the boy and took his low hanging nuts in her hand and massaged them. She pulled his now hard again cock back between his legs and began to lick it as well as his nuts. As she was sucking his nuts, she spied the boy's rosebud winking at her in invitation.

She couldn't resist. She lightly swept her tongue over the purplish pucker. Her boyfriend flinched in delight at the touch. She became more bold, holding his asscheeks in her hands, buried her face in his ass and pushed her tongue up his hot hole. She tongue-fucked the boypussy vigorously, sending her lover to new heights of pleasure.

Jonathan was fully aware of what was happening around him. As eroticism of the situation captured him, he began to violently stab his cock into Terry's ass. Soon, in a paroxysm of lust, his dick erupted in wave after wave of almost painful sensations as he came. He poured his love juice into his lover's ass and fell back down spent. As Jonathan moved away from him, Terry lay back, his dick still in the mouth of the straight boy from the next mattress over. Suddenly, the boy released Terry's cock from his mouth, pulled away from his girl friend's grip and squatted over Terry. Holding Terry's dick upright, he said, "Fuck, I'm so hot, I gotta feel this cock up my ass!"

He directed the head of Terry's cock to his asshole and sat on it. The hot dick going up his ass seared his intestines but he was determined to take it all. He began moving his haunches up and down on the steel hard dick like he was doing sit-ups in an exercise class. As he feverishly moved up and down on the stiff pole, his big floppy nuts swung to and fro and his asslips contracted. Terry, as he had done to Jonathan earlier in the day, reached up and grabbed the boy's erect nipples and twisted them. The sharp pain caused the boy's sphincter to tighten and that brought Terry closer and closer to orgasm. Terry's dick continued to slam up into the boy's hot ass. On one downward swoop, the youngster literally screamed, "Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum!"

His dick swelled even larger and stiffly pointed to the ceiling. Then, as his sphincter grabbed a hold of Terry cock in a tight grasp, spurt after spurt of creamy boyjuice erupted from his cock and splashed all over Terry's neck, chest and stomach. "Oh, fuck, oh, shit! Auugghhhhhh!" the boy gasped as his orgasm swept over him. He had never felt an orgasm like that before.

It felt like his whole body was on fire and convulsing. Terry ejaculated his hot cum into the boy's ass at the same time.

The girlfriend, who's name turned out to be Jessica, couldn't believe how excited she got watching her boyfriend being fucked in the ass. She once had surreptitiously watched her brother as he fucked one of his guy friends but even that hadn't aroused her passion like this. As she watched her lover squatting up and down on the hard cock, she began to stroke and tease her clitoris. Her pussy was dripping wet from a combination of the boy's cum and her own natural sex juices. Her fingers tripped over the swollen little organ in her pussy and soon, her manipulations brought on a massive orgasm that left her limp and spent.

All four participants to this orgy of passion collapsed together to rest.

Jonathan was spooning Terry, his arms around his body and his thigh between his lover's leg. The boy, Adam, was snuggled up close, face-to-face with Terry while Jessica held Adam from behind. Adam leaned forward and tenderly kissed Terry on the lips and whispered, "Thank you. That was so wonderful."

"The pleasure was all mine," Terry reassured him.

They all lay together, a jumble of arms and legs, breast and chests, cocks and balls, and one lone pussy for about a half an hour. They quietly talked about what had happened, four happy contented young people until it was time for Adam and Jessica to leave. As the young couple rose to dress, Terry said to Jonathan, "Think its about time for us to head home too, lover?" Jonathan responded, " God, yes. I'm exhausted!" Once dressed, they walked out of the room together, marveling at the tangle of other bodies in passionate embrace on the floor around them.

Once back into the club, they stopped at the bar for a soft drink and Adam and Terry exchanged phone numbers. As social ritual dictated, they each promised they to give the other one a call. They went to the door together and as they stood outside waiting for Adam's car, they hugged. When Adam's car finally arrived, Terry and Jonathan got into the Viper and started the drive back home.

"Terry, you hungry?" Jonathan asked. "I'm starving again!"

"What are you, a bottomless pit?" Terry laughed. "We'll stop somewhere in the Valley and get something to sate that voracious appetite of yours. At least the one for food. I think the other appetite was handily taken care of for you."

"You should talk, Asshole." Jonathan chortled. "You got the fuck of a life time tonight."

And off they went into the night, hands comfortably resting on each others' thighs, hearts intertwined.

Terry & Jonathan

A Love Story

Chapter Six

As the boys drove over the hill back to the Valley, they silently contemplated the events of the evening. Jonathan's thoughts were completely overwhelmed with the events of this afternoon and evening. Boy, what an education he had gotten in just a few short hours! He hadn't been a total virgin before today but had never had sex with another boy before. His sexual experience consisted of 'hetsex' with a couple of girls, the first at age 14 with an older girl who had seduced him on a church-sponsored overnighter.

The teenage church group, complete with the requisite contingent of adult chaperons, was camping out at a mountain retreat owned by the church. After everyone was tucked away in their sleeping bags, the girl made her move on innocent young Jonathan. She wasn't particularly good looking but she certainly was much more experienced in the ways of sex than he.

The girl crept over to where Jonathan had set up his sleeping gear.

Jonathan had not zipped his bag so it merely served as a blanket, covering him in the night air. She crawled under the bag and snuggled her body up against his. They started out by kissing and feeling each other up. Soon the girl had her hand down the front of Jonathan's shorts, squeezing and massaging his limp little dick. Her manipulations soon had Jonathan sporting a boner. She gingerly pulled his shorts and jockeys down to his thighs and took his cock into her mouth. Poor Jonathan, so excited by the prospect of losing his cherry, he blew his wad almost the moment she had freed his cock from his shorts. The touch of her hot, wet mouth on the head of his cock triggered his orgasm. Thoroughly disappointed by his quick, messy release, the girl went back to her own sleeping bag, leaving Jonathan with a sticky gob of teenage cum on his stomach and chest. He rubbed his young juice into his skin and happily fell asleep. The girl never approached him again.

The next morning Jonathan breakfasted with his friends. He felt exhilarated by the fact that he had experienced his first non-self-induced orgasm. As he and his best friend, Charlie, began policing the camp grounds, Charlie said, "What were you and Charlene doing last night after lights out? I saw her creep over and get into your sleeping bag and then the covers went up and, before I knew it, she went back to her own bag."

"Charlie, you won't believe it! She came over and started rubbing my dick and then put it in her mouth!" Jonathan whispered, blushing crimson.

"No kidding? Geez!" gasped Charlie. "Oh, shit! What did it feel like?"

"It was OK. Better than doing it to myself. Do I smell like cum?"

"You jizzed?" Charlie again gasped. "In her mouth?"

"No, all over myself. I shot my wad the minute I felt her tongue on my dick. My shooting like that must have pissed her off at me 'cause she got up and left right then...left me with cum all over myself. I just rubbed it into my skin and went to sleep. Shit, I really need a shower! I feel kinda icky! You won't tell anyone will you?"

"Nah, your secret's safe with me, stud," Charlie said with awe in his voice.

Of course, by the end of the trip as is likely to happen with those sort of things, Jonathan's secret was being discussed by all the teenagers in the group.

Jonathan's second experience with girls came when he was 16. He started going steady with Sarah, a girl at his old school. They did the typical teenaged courtship thing, holding hands, kissing, petting. One day when they ended up alone at the girl's house after school, their relationship passed into a new phase. It started out with the usual kissing and groping while they lie on the sofa. Soon, Jonathan was lying on top of the girl, pressing his erection up against her crotch. He slowly began undressing her, pulling up the blouse she was wearing, undoing her bra. He was mesmerized by her budding breasts and the hard nipples he encountered. He slowly began licking and sucking on her tits, all the while still pressing his cock, through their clothes, up against her vagina. Sarah pulled Jonathan's T-shirt up over his head, exposing his chest. As they kissed, Jonathan sexily rubbed his hard nipples against hers, causing the girl to writhe in pleasure. As their passion increased, Jonathan arose from her and stood next to the couch. With her eyes glued to him, he began to unbutton his Levi's. He pulled his pants and his shorts down simultaneously and kicked them off. There he stood, naked before her, his gorgeous seven inch cock angled up toward the ceiling, dripping copious amounts of precum. She reached up and took his low-hanging, scrotum into her hand. As she gently felt the pendulous sack, she rolled the walnut-sized testicles from side to side in their lightly haired sack. With her other hand, she reached up and began to slide her fingers up and down his now throbbing, pulsating love pole.

Jonathan reached down and began to pull the rest of Sarah's clothes off.

When she was fully naked, he lay back down on her and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Jonathan's swollen cock found itself on the lips of her vagina, not entering her. The involuntary thrusting movement of his hips caused his dick to rub up and down Sarah's hairy groove. Jonathan's precum dripped all over her pussy and stomach as he rubbed his cock up and down.

After a moment, Jonathan reached his hand down to her crotch, replacing his dick with a finger. He rubbed the exterior of her snatch and then slowly inserted a finger into her cunt. Her fuck hole was slippery and wet and as he rubbed the little nub he found in her cunt, Sarah writhed in ecstasy.

Taking a cue from some of the pornography he had read, Jonathan moved his body down the couch until his face was level with Sarah's crotch. Having never seen a vagina up close and using both hands, he spread open the vaginal lips before him. 'Jesus, that's the ugliest thing I've ever seen,' he thought as he stared at the hairy gash. 'And, Christ, what a god-awful smell. Ugh! She smells like two day old fish! Oh, well, wonder what it tastes like?' With that thought coursing through his mind, he reached his tongue out and flicked it over her tiny clitoris. 'Hm, doesn't taste as bad as it smells,' he said to himself.

Sarah loved what Jonathan was doing with her cunt. She reached up and pulled his face into her crotch and held it there as Jonathan licked and sucked at her pussy. The feel of Jonathan's tongue on her clit was bringing her to an exquisite pitch of passion. Soon, every nerve in her body seemed on fire and she experienced an electric rush to orgasm. She bucked her hips into Jonathan's face, squeezing his head between her legs, trapping his tongue on her clit as she convulsed. Finally, as she began to come down from her orgasmic high, Jonathan pried her legs apart and extricated himself.

The sight and smell of the girl's gash and the pain of having his head squeezed so tightly between her legs had caused his erection to flag somewhat. As he rose up, she grabbed his cock and pulled it to her mouth. She sucked and licked on the cock until it has fully aroused once more.

Since he was so large and Sarah was so inexperienced, he felt her teeth scraping uncomfortably on the head of his dick. Jonathan decided for his second sexual experience, he wasn't going to settle for a blow job so he pulled his dick out of her mouth and lay back down on Sarah's supine body.

Taking his angry-looking cock into his hand, he aimed it at her pussy and pressed up against the sloppy opening. With one lunge, he entered her up to his balls. Sarah gasped in pain at the invasion, feeling her hymen rupture at the force of Jonathan's invasion. She tried to get Jonathan to pull his dick out of her but he paid no attention. He was now fully engaged in a passionate rutting. He forcefully thrust his hips, ramming his big cock in and out of her cunt. His ass cheeks and anus contracted and expanded with each thrust. His nuts slammed up against her ass as he fucked. Soon, Sarah was once again got caught up in the excitement of intercourse, forgetting completely the pain she had experienced. She reached her hand underneath Jonathan and grabbed his nuts, squeezing them roughly. Her other hand reached around and grabbed his ass, pulling him into her. Soon, he felt an orgasm approaching. As his big nuts pulled up tight in her grasping hand, he exploded orgasmically within her. He timed each thrust of his cock into her grasping pussy. Each thrust coincided with the spurting of his teenage jism. After six or seventh lunges into her cunt, six or seven almost painfully pleasurable ejaculations of his semen, he collapsed on top of her.

"Oh, Jonathan, oh my Jonathan," Sarah sighed.

"Oh, Sarah, my or my, Sarah!" Jonathan replied, his energy spent.

"Oh, God, Oh my God!" Sarah's mother screamed as she walked into the family room and saw her beloved daughter, stark naked with an equally naked boy lying between her legs.

That was the ignominious end of Sarah and Jonathan. Sarah's parents forbid her to see the boy ever again. And, they never did see each other again because shortly after their passionate afternoon, Sarah was shipped off to an all-girl's boarding school.

It was just as well that the traumatic incident happened. As much as he desperately tried to convince himself that Sarah was the object of his lust, that truthfully wasn't the case. She was just the convenient receptacle and deep down Jonathan knew it. As Sarah had sucked on his dick, Jonathan fantasized that it wasn't her mouth giving him pleasure but that of his best friend, Charlie. The whole time he was ramming his cock into Sarah, it wasn't her cunt he was fucking. In his mind, it was his friend Charlie's ass that he was plowing. Ashamed for deceiving Sarah, Jonathan vowed he would never touch another girl sexually again. He never could bring himself to approach Charlie either, such was his denial and self loathing. The next year, Jonathan's family moved to California so he never saw Charlie again.

"You ever have sex with a girl, Terry?" Jonathan asked.

"Nope, I'm a virgin. Of sorts, I guess," Terry laughed. " I've had all kinds of girls hit on me but they just never interested me sexually. I doubt if I could even get it up for a girl. Have you?" Terry asked.

Jonathan responded affirmatively and then went on to briefly describe his past sexual experiences. Terry was surprised by the fact that Jonathan's description of the incidents was turning him on. Of course, it was the thought of Jonathan's gorgeous cock ramming into a pussy rather then the pussy itself that he found exciting. Terry likened it to the feeling he got while watching Adam fucking the girl at the club. Adam's cock driving into the grasping hole, his nuts slapping up against the girls ass was what turned him on, not the girl writhing in passion beneath the boy that stirred Terry up.

Descending from the hills, Terry pulled into the parking lot of an all-night coffee shop. The boys strolled into the diner together and were spotted by

several friends. More than one eye brow arched at the site. Most of the guys had witnessed the altercation that afternoon in the shower room and were surprised to see the two boys in each other company. Terry and Jonathan waved at their friends and selected a table in the corner, one that would offer greater privacy. After their orders were taken, they got up and visited with the other guys.

"I'm surprised to see you two together," Sam said as the Terry and Jonathan approached.

"We kissed and made up," Terry replied. The other's recognized Terry's sardonic sense of humor but Jonathan visibly blanched at the remark.

"Actually, after class we sat down and discussed what happened today and decided it was silly. There really wasn't anything to fight about and, since we're teammates, maybe we should try to be friends," Terry remarked.

"Hey, that's great, you guys. Wouldn't be much of a team if we're fighting amongst ourselves, would it?" Sam said with a warm, understanding smile.

"See you guys at school on Monday," Jonathan said, relieved that they were headed back to the privacy of their own table.

Soon the food they had ordered was served and they ate in silence.

Jonathan's insides were in turmoil. 'Jesus, I wonder if they figured out just how friendly Terry and I have become,' he thought. The thought that the guys on the team might find out about his sexual orientation was very upsetting to him. Terry sensed what was on Jonathan's mind but decided now was not the time to talk about it. He didn't want to see Jonathan crack up emotionally in front of all their friends. He realized that just because he found it easy to come out of the closet didn't mean it would be easy for Jonathan. Jonathan would come to that decision in his own way and time. But to let Jonathan know he understood the turmoil the boy was in, Terry softly kicked him under the table. That act brought a smile to Jonathan's lovely boyish face. When they got back in the car for the short drive home, Jonathan looked lovingly at Terry and whispered, "I really am in love with you, Terry." Terry silently smiled at Jonathan, a smile filled with joy and happiness.

The activities of the day and night had exhausted both boys. In preparation for bed, they stripped down and once again showered together. Although boy both got erections as they bathed each other, they didn't act on the erections. They were both tired and sleep was the commodity that they craved most. After drying off, they fell into bed. They wrapped themselves in each other's arms and kissed innocently. Just holding each other, they drifted into a blissful sleep, as content and secure as either boy had ever been in his life.

The sun streamed in the French doors, awakening Terry. During the night they had shifted positions and Terry woke to find himself lying on his left side, his body pressed up against Jonathan's backside. Terry's arm was wrapped around his lover and Jonathan, still deep in sleep, held his hand tightly. Terry affectionately nuzzled Jonathan's neck, then tenderly kissed the nape of the boy he loved so wholeheartedly. Enveloped in the golden mist of young love, he felt his heart would burst with the love he felt.

'I'm the luckiest guy in the whole world,' he thought. 'Here I am with the love of my life cuddling in my arms and two whole days left before we have to go back to real life. God, how absolutely wonderful I feel! It doesn't get any better than this' he mused, chuckling to himself as he recalled the television commercial from which that line came. 'Shit, I've been watching too much TV.'

As they lay in each other's arms, Terry caught a whiff of his own breath as it reflected back from Jonathan's neck. 'Ugh! Morning breath!' he thought.

'I'd better get up and take care of that before Jonathan wakes up.' Terry slowly extricated himself from Jonathan's grip and quietly went to the bathroom. After taking a much needed piss, Terry brushed his teeth and rinsed his mouth with mouthwash. He jumped into the shower for a quick wash and shave. He wanted to be presentable to his love. After drying off, he quietly dressed in white shorts and a powder blue tank top. Leaving Jonathan to his peaceful slumber, he went into the kitchen where he poured himself a glass of orange juice and started a pot of coffee. While the coffee brewed, he retrieved the Saturday newspaper from the front door, then took the juice, the coffee and the paper out onto the patio. In the bright spring sunlight, he read the newspaper, starting from page one.

For some unknown reason, Terry loved reading the newspaper. Even at the tender age of 17, he read the paper from beginning to end each day. As he read, he heard Jonathan stirring about in the house. Before long, Jonathan appeared on the patio with a glass of juice in his hand. He went over to Terry and kissed him gently on the forehead and sat down opposite him. "Can I have the sports section?" he asked. As Terry handed him the section, Terry queried, "What do you want to do today, sweetie? Your wish is my command."

"I don't know. What do you want to do?" Jonathan said.

"We could drive up the coast and have breakfast in Solvang! I know a good little restaurant there," Terry proposed. "Or, we could stay here and fuck all day!"

"What's Solvang?" Jonathan asked.

"It's a Danish community up the coast. They have all kinds of restaurants and shops and things."

"OK, let's go to Solvang. It's not that I don't love you but I came four times yesterday and my butthole is still a little sore from the fucking you gave me yesterday!"

"Sounds good to me!" Terry responded jovially.

As Terry finished reading the paper, Jonathan went into the bathroom to perform his morning ablutions. When he reappeared, he was too was dressed in white shorts and T-shirt, white tennis shoes with no socks. He looked for all the world like a tennis player. As Terry went about putting on his tennis shoes and gathering up his wallet and other necessities, Jonathan asked about something that he had wondered about all night.

"If it's not too personal, Terry, how much did last night cost you?"

"Too personal? You've had your dick in my mouth and up my ass and you think as simple question is too personal?" Terry laughed. "Nothing, Jonathan, is too personal for you to ask me, understand?

Somewhat chagrined, Jonathan said, "Sorry, Terry."

"Nothing to be sorry about. And, in answer to your question, let's see...three hundred for dinner, a hundred for Marino, twenty for the valet attendant, and twenty at the club...oh, two hundred to that kid on Santa Monica, and yeah, another twenty at the coffee shop. That's what, $660?

God, you're an expensive fuck!"

"Is that what I am to you, just an expensive fuck?" Jonathan said, with hurt in his eyes.

Terry took the boy into his arms and said, "No, Love. You're not just a fuck! You're the best thing that has ever happened to me. I know it's crazy but in these past wacky 24 hours I have fallen hopelessly in love with you.

And, I'll just die if you don't feel the same."

"Oh, Lord knows, I do! How the fuck did this happen?" Jonathan said in amazement.

"Who cares how it happened. The important thing is that it did. Now shag your beautiful, fuckable ass out to the car. I'm getting hungry and it's an hour and a half drive. I figure we ought to be there about 9:30."

Out the door the boys scampered. They went to the garage but instead of firing up the Viper, Terry started the engine of the black Mercedes 500 SL convertible parked there. Jonathan noticed that there were several other very expensive cars in the large garage.

"You wanna drive, Jonathan?" Terry asked. Without waiting for an answer he moved over the console to the passenger seat.

"Geez, this is a really neat car too!" Jonathan said as he slipped behind the wheel.

"It was my dad's. He had just bought it...just before the accident. The beige Roller Coupe over there?...that was my mom's. The Land Rover, too.

They loved cars. I've kept all of them just because I couldn't bring myself to sell them," Terry said, a note of sadness creeping into his voice.

Excited with the opportunity to drive the expensive sports car, Jonathan pulled out of the gated drive and headed for the freeway. Soon they were speeding west toward Ventura, then northward to Santa Barbara and their destination beyond. The scenery was magnificent...green rolling hills dotted with oak trees and an occasional head of cattle. Traffic was surprisingly light so they made very good time. In a little less than 90 minutes, they turned off Highway 101 to the Solvang off ramp. They drove down a highway lined with gigantic fir trees. Signs denoting horse ranches slipped pass them as they drove into the tiny Danish community of Solvang. Terry directed Jonathan to park in a public parking lot next to his favorite restaurant, the Little Mermaid. As they got out of the car, Terry took Jonathan's arm and directed him toward the small public men's room located at the front of the lot.

"I don't need to piss, Terry," Jonathan said as he realized where they were headed.

"You have to see this," Terry replied. "You'll love it."

As the boys entered the small building, they encountered one toilet stall and a piss trough. Terry grabbed Jonathan's arm and directed him into the empty stall. Terry followed him in and latched the door shut. They had hardly entered the stall when they heard someone approaching the rest room.

Terry put his finger to his lips signifying silence and then pointed to a small hole that had been drilled into the wall of the stall. Jonathan sat down on the toilet and peeped through the hole. Terry could see a smile brighten Jonathan's face. The cause of the smile was the sight of the dick of a young man who was pissing into the trough. Terry reached down to Jonathan's crotch and gave it a squeeze. He could feel that Jonathan was already hard. Terry slowly unzipped Jonathan's shorts and pulled out the boy's cock and then bent over and took the pulsating cock into him mouth.

Without taking his eyes off the young man pissing, Jonathan lifted his ass off the toilet so Terry could pull his shorts and boxers down to his ankles.

The stream of yellow piss coming from the young man's flaccid cock began to subside. Jonathan watched as the guy took his cock between his thumb and forefinger and slowly squeeze the remaining drops of urine from his cock, then shake the meaty protrusion several times and then flip it back into his pants. Both boys heard water running as the young man washed his hands and then departed.

"Shit, Terry, this is wild," Jonathan whispered.

"Yeah, isn't it? I love to watch these guys piss. Lots of honeymooners come here and I imagine that the dicks have just come out of some pussy...really turns me on."

"I can tell," Jonathan again whispered, pointing at the bulge in Terry's shorts.

Terry then did something that surprised Jonathan. He unzipped his own shorts and stripped them and his underwear off. He then removed his tank top and hung everything on the hook inside the door. There he stood, completely naked with a raging boner. Jonathan reached for the big dick but Terry stopped him. Terry turned around and bent over at the waist and pried his ass cheeks open to reveal his pulsating anus. Jonathan got the message and leaned forward, bringing his tongue into contact with the pulsating asshole that stared at him. He licked it several times, moistening the hole with his spittle. After a few moments of this, Terry turned once again towards Jonathan and straddled Jonathan and the toilet. He eased himself down until Jonathan's hard cock was aimed directly at his asshole. Terry sat down abruptly, impaling himself on Jonathan's cock. While Terry was taking the hard dick up his ass, another young man entered the restroom. Jonathan immediately pressed his eye up against the hole in the wall to get a good look at the cock that would soon be hosing down the trough. While Jonathan enjoyed the view, Terry began to move slightly up and down, using his tight sphincter muscles to milk Jonathan's cock. It was all Jonathan could do to keep from moaning in lust and giving away their activities.

As Jonathan watched, the young man pulled the shorts he was wearing down, exposing both his ample cock and large nuts. With a hand that sported a shiny, brand new wedding ring, he tugged on his dick for a minute and soon a heavy stream of yellow liquid flowed from the head of his dick into the trough. While pissing, he took his nuts into his other hand and gently massaged them. When the stream of urine stopped, the young man didn't pull up his shorts. Rather, he began to stroking his dick into a hard on. Soon, he was hard as steel and a drop of precum formed at the tip of his cock. He turned his body around so that the hard dick was aimed directly at the small peephole in the wall, continuing to stroke it. He then moved out of Jonathan's line of sight.

As Terry continued to manipulate Jonathan's cock with his ass, they heard the young man say, "Open the door, OK?" Jonathan glanced up to see the young man peeking through the crack between the door and the door jamb. Terry rose up letting Jonathan's cock escape from his ass and turned around only to sit on the hard member once again. Terry also reached up and unlatched the door to allow their new friend to enter, hard dick in hand.

The young man was in his early twenties and very good looking. His cock was large, around 8" long, thick and cut. As he moved forward, he closed the door behind him. Terry, pleased at the handsome young man before him, took this man's left hand into his. He brought it up to his mouth and began to suck the man's ring finger into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the bright gold ring he found. The young man smiled lewdly and pulled his finger out of Terry's mouth, replacing it with his cock. Terry then proceeded to suck him off and while his hot ass fucked Jonathan's cock at the same time.

The young man came first, spurting gush after gush of warm sticky cum into Terry's mouth. When he came down from his orgasm, he bent over at the waist and took Terry's hard cock into his mouth, providing Terry with an expert blow job. Terry soon exploded in orgasm which brought Jonathan off too. All three young men remained immobile for a few minutes gaining their composure.

Finally, Terry said, " Wanna join us for breakfast?"

"I'd love to," the young man replied. "You guys are really hot!"

The three handsome young men left the restroom together and meandered over to the restaurant. They picked a table in the corner, removed from the other patrons. While waiting to be served, they discovered the young man's name was Tim and that he was on his honeymoon. He had left his bride asleep in their honeymoon suite and had gone out for breakfast since he was tired of being holed up in the inn at which they were staying. He said she had been fucking him senseless, day and night, for the last three days and he needed a break. Soon, they were voraciously consuming their meal. After finishing his breakfast, Jonathan excused himself and went to the restroom. Tim shortly followed and both were gone for about twenty minutes. Jonathan returned alone, handed Terry the money he had gotten from Tim and said that Tim had gone back to his motel.

"What took you so long?" Terry asked.

"I fucked him in the john," Jonathan whispered with a sly grin.

"In the john? I thought his ass would have been more appropriate," Terry responded with a grin.

"You know what I mean," Jonathan shot back. "I couldn't believe it. He even carries rubbers around with him. I'll say one thing, though. As loose as his asshole was, this wasn't his first ass fuck."

"That wasn't the first time he sucked cock, either," Terry said. "Well, let's pay the bill and look around the town a bit, OK?"

Terry paid the check and the two boys wandered around visiting the various shops they encountered. Each made some minor purchases and were headed back to the parking lot when they spied Tim and his bride walking hand in hand.

As the two groups of young people passed each other, Tim winked broadly at the two boys. His young bride seemed no wiser to what had transpired between the three youths, the look on her face displaying her enchantment with her new husband. When an appropriate distance separated the two couples, neither Terry nor Jonathan could contain themselves. They broke into hysterical giggles.

Terry and Jonathan A Love Story

Chapter 7

Terry and Jonathan spent the remainder of the blissful day exploring Solvang and the coastal area between there and home. As Jonathan had not seen much of Southern California since moving there, it was a real treat for him to see such spectacular scenery. The boys drove the opposite direction from the one they used entering Solvang. Soon, they were passing a beautiful lake, Lake Cachuma, which glistened in the sun. The blue, blue waters contrasted with the surrounding countryside. The lake, which had suffered terribly from the recent drought, was now filled to capacity. A pier jutting from the shore line disappeared into the water.

"That's weird, Terry," Jonathan opined. "Look how that pier just disappears into the water."

"That's because, during the drought as the water receded, they kept extending the pier. Now that the water level is up again, the end of the pier got submerged."

"That's amazing. This whole area is really beautiful. It's so different from what I'm used to. We didn't have anything like this back east where I grew up." Jonathan said.

"This is one of the prettiest spots in the state. It's called the Santa Inez Valley. The Reagans have a ranch not far from here and so does Michael Jackson. My folks thought about buying a ranch but it never happened. After they were killed, I thought about it, too. You know, a place to go to get away from it all but it just seemed too remote. It's much more fun to spend time in the city."

"Yeah, but out here, no one would ever bother you. You could do whatever you want.," Jonathan sighed wistfully.

"Hey, buddy. You can do anything you want, even in the city. It's just a matter of attitude. Sure, there are gonna be people who hate you just because of who you are...but fuck them! Who needs them?"

"Yeah, Terry, but it really hurts when you hear those kind of things. You know, all the time I was lying to myself about who and what I was, I'd still cringe when I'd see and hear the things that some people say. It made me feel so dirty and perverted. I wanted to change so bad but I just couldn't.

I wanted to like girls! I didn't want to be a queer. So, I tried to make myself feel better by bashing gays too. God, how could I have been so fucking insensitive...so fucking stupid?"

"Like that asshole, the Reverand 'Fucking' Shelton or whatever his name is?

He's made a career out of gay bashing. That's how he earns his living.

It's his job. He keeps saying outrageous things about gays and the other bigoted assholes out there keep sending him money. He's got a good thing going for himself. Probably is pretty wealthy by now.

"Think so?" Jonathan said.

"You can bet your sweet ass on it. You know, I've often wondered about people like Shelton. I think deep down inside, he's scared shitless that he's a homo and the way he avoids dealing with it is to put people like us down. Can you imagine what the inside of his mind must be like? All that hatred and intolerance crashing around in there all the time? Damn, how can anyone live in such a negative atmosphere? Oh, well, when he dies and goes to meet his maker, he's gonna have to live with it. Can't you just see it?

Shelton meets God at the Pearly Gates and hears:

'Well, Mr. Shelton, you've spent your life pretending to be my disciple.

What do you have to say for yourself?'

'You're a WOMAN!"'

'Yes, I am and your worst nightmare come true! I'm a lesbian. Looks like you made the wrong choice, doesn't it? Well, I'm a forgiving God. I'm not going to punish you terribly hard. After all, I was the one who gave you such a limited intelligence in the first place. But, I have to admit, I expected you to make more of your impaired abilities. I can't let you get away Scott- free now, can I? Let's see. What should your punishment be?'

'Oh, please. I'm so sorry. I see the error of my ways.'

'Not good enough, Lew, Baby! Besides, I hate groveling! Hum, let's see. I know! I'm gonna send you back to that insignificant speck you call Earth and the experiment will continue. You're going back as everything you despised when you were there. I'm gonna send you back as an illiterate, poverty-ridden, no talent male prostitute, peddling your worthless ass on the streets of the city, just begging people to fuck your ass for a couple of dollars.'

'NO, PLEASE!'

'Oh, yes, Lew, Baby. For a couple of years, while your still young, you'll find a few people who want to fuck you. Then, as you get older, you won't be so desirable. You'll spend the rest of your miserable existence as a disease-ridden derelict, living in hovels, hungry all the time. And, at night, in your dreams, you'll remember how despicably you lived your previous life. Oh, that sounds entertaining to me, don't you think?'

POOF!

"You're truly sick, Terry!" Jonathan laughed.

"Yeah, but wouldn't it be nice if assholes like him got exactly what they deserved? Wouldn't it be wonderful if other people treated them the way the treat others? That reminds me. When I get home, I've got to send some money to the groups that are fighting those right-wing bastards!"

"Boy, how did we get on such a depressing topic? Let's not think about it anymore. Let's just concentrate on the beautiful scenery and how much I love you," Jonathan said finally.

"You got it. Proper attitude, that's what counts! You ready to head on home?"

"I guess so. I do have some homework to do although I really don't relish the thought of doing homework on a Saturday."

"Talk about a depressing subject! Anyway, we've still go tomorrow to do it.

Let's just go home and 'veg' for the rest of the day."

"Sounds like a winner to me!"

The boys leisurely drove back to Highway 101 and then headed south towards Los Angeles. The time was spent silently, each boy lost deep in his own thoughts. Jonathan, still awed by the dramatic change in his life, pondered what the future held. As much as he loved Terry, was he really willing to be openly labeled a queer, a faggot? Could he face his family and his friends at school if they knew the truth? Was he strong enough to deal with this new reality? Or, on Sunday night, would he retreat into the 'hetero' facade he had effected for most of his young life. His mind whirled with the contradictions...the unmitigated joy of loving and being loved by Terry and his terror at others finding out.

Terry was lost in his own reverie. He had finally found someone to love wholeheartedly, someone with whom to share his life, someone to love him.

Would it last or was this just a passing affair that would wither and die under the pressures of life? He looked over at the red- haired boy sitting in the passenger seat and once again, his heart skipped a beat, the love and yearning for the boy filling him with an almost painful ache. 'Please God, let this last,' he silently prayed and reached over and took Jonathan's hand in his. His lover smiled at him but Terry saw the tears that brimmed in Jonathan's eyes. 'Are those tears of joy or pain?' Terry wondered, afraid to ask for fear of hearing the answer he desperately did not want to hear.

The remainder of the drive was uneventful. Terry cranked up the volume on the radio so as to make it impossible for the young men to communicate. The loudness of the music conveniently prevented them from talking about the issues swirling through their minds. The boys lost themselves in the warmth of the sun, the wind flowing around them and the tempos, the rhythms of the music blaring from the radio.

They reached Terry's house 90 minutes later, about 2:00 in the afternoon.

Los Angeles was hot and unexplainably humid. Although both guys were tired, they were not ready for a nap. Terry moved to the stereo receiver. He loaded the CD player with several discs and soon the sound of the Modern Jazz Quartet could be heard, music diametrically opposed to what they had listened to on the car radio. Winking, Terry began to slowly and seductively undress under the intent gaze of his young paramour. He dropped his clothes carelessly on the floor as his continued with the sexy striptease. Jonathan watched, enchanted, then began to furiously tear his own clothes off. When Terry had completed disrobing, he reached over, gave Jonathan, who was trying for all his might to pull his shorts off over his shoes, a shove and yelled, "The last one in the pool gets his ass royally fucked!"

Terry, since he had a head start, naturally reached the pool first. He dove in and swam langorously. Jonathan, his sense of competition aroused, dove in a split second later. As he was entering the water, Jonathan realized that he hadn't removed his sneakers. He came up next to Terry, sputtering, and muttered, "You cheated! You didn't give me a fair chance!" With that, he dunked Terry's head under the water with a mighty downward shove. The boys wrestled spiritedly for a while, splashing water all over the pool deck.

Finally, exhausted from their effort, they climbed out onto the deck. Terry lay back and watched Jonathan remove his soggy sneakers. At last, Jonathan was as completely bare as Terry.

Both boys lay there in the hot sun. Jonathan turned onto his side, propped himself up one elbow and took in the sight of the beautiful brown-haired boy beside him. 'God, he is so beautiful,' Jonathan said to himself as he reached over and traced his finger over the erect nipple he encountered on Terry's chest. Terry sighed in contentment as little electrical sparks went from his sensitive nipple directly to his cock. The meaty penis hanging between his thighs began to lengthen and thicken as blood surged into it. As Jonathan continued his caressing, Terry's cock attained it's full tumescence.

Soon, it flopped backward onto his lower belly, as though reaching for his navel. Jonathan's hand moved down and took the glorious tool into his hand and gently stroked, causing Terry to groan more than sigh this time.

"You won, Terry. You gonna carry through with your threat? You gonna fuck my ass?

"Do you want me to?"

"There's nothing more I want right now. Let's go inside and get more comfortable, OK?"

As he rose, Jonathan playfully jerked on Terry's dick, as though he were going to use the boy's cock to pull him to his feet. Terry howled in protest but nevertheless, got up and followed. As they entered Terry's bedroom, the boys heard the answering machine beep, indicating there was at least one message waiting. At first, Terry was inclined to ignore the incessant noise but it was so distracting that he reached over and pushed the 'play' button.

The machine dutifully intoned, " You have two messages."

The first message was from Terry's lawyers' offices, telling him that the research he requested was complete and available for his inspection. The second message was much more interesting to both boys.

"Ah, Terry. This is Adam. Remember me? We met in the back room of the dance club Friday night. I was wondering, er, if you'd like to, ah, get together some time. Shit, this is hard. I've never done anything like this. Oh, well, if you're interested, give me a call, OK, Dude. You have the number. Bye!"

Jonathan and Terry stared at each other silently for a minute. Jonathan felt a stab of jealousy as he considered the possibility that Terry may want to have another hot session with the handsome, young, supposedly straight guy they had met the previous evening. Trying to shake off these disturbing thoughts, Jonathan changed the subject to the first phone message.

"What was that first message all about?"

"Oh, that was my lawyers' office. I asked them to do some research about a company for me and they did it, I guess. I'll have to go by there on Monday after school and see what they came up with. It's nothing important. Hey, what about Adam? Think we ought to call him back?"

"Geez, I don't know, Ter. I found myself getting a little jealous when I listened to the message Would you really want to fuck him again?"

"Sure, man, he's really cute. And, nothing would give me greater pleasure than watching you fuck his ass, Jonnie Boy."

"I don't think I was invited," Jonathan pouted.

"Hey, man, we're a team. Just like this morning with the guy in Solvang.

If you're not invited, then I'm not going either. Got that?" Terry said, trying to assuage Jonathan's hurt feelings. "But, right now, I've got more important things to do."

The phone messages and the discussion had taken their toll on the boys' dicks. Terry pushed Jonathan back down on the bed and insinuated himself between Jonathan's legs. He lovingly began licking the red-haired-sprinkled nuts he found there, wetting them down with his saliva. Using his fingers, he combed the lovely boy's carmine pubic hair, fluffing it up so that it formed a beautiful backdrop for Jonathan's rapidly engorging cock. Pulling Jonathan's legs up, he expertly worked his tongue behind Jonathan's succulent nuts and jabbed at the pink pucker nestled in the crack between Jonathan's milk white asscheeks. Jonathan groaned in passion and delight.

Terry turned Jonathan over onto his stomach. His tongue began to bath the hard cheeks of Jonathan's ass. Using his hands, Terry pried those hard globes apart and exposed Jonathan's fuckhole once again. He gently rubbed his finger over the quivering anus, spreading the saliva over the striations that melted into the lovely hole. As he moved his tongue closer to the object of his desire he said, "God, Jonathan. I just love burying my tongue up your ass!"

Jonathan clenched his ass cheeks at the touch of the hot tongue on his asshole. Terry's tongue, trapped in the constricting ass crack, began to wiggle into the hot hole. Terry reached his hand up under Jonathan's body and took the boy's plump nuts into his grasp, gently squeezing. The feeling of a hot tongue up his asshole and strong fingers squeezing his testicles brought a moan of lust from Jonathan's lips.

"Oh, Terry. Fuck me, please. Fuck me!" Jonathan exhorted!

"Oh, yeah, man, I'm gonna fuck your lights out!" Terry gasped after having pulled his mouth away from Jonathan's ass.

Terry rose up and mounted Jonathan's backside. He aimed his throbbing cock at the wet hole resting between the beautiful, hairless melon shaped asscheeks. With a sudden lunge, he violently entered Jonathan, all the way to the pubes, causing the boy beneath him to tense in pain. Once securely entrenched in Jonathan's ass, Terry moved his legs so that he now was sitting upright on Jonathan, straddling his lover's thighs and ass. He forced the boy's thighs tightly together with his own legs, creating a snug envelope for his youthful fuckmeat. Bracing himself by extending and stiffening his arms up against Jonathan's shoulders, Terry began a slow rocking motion.

This caused his cock to enter and almost exit Jonathan's constricted love shute. Oh, the sensations he felt....the tingling sensation on the head of

his dick as it moved in the tight confines of Jonathan's ass, the silky caress of his balls sliding up and down Jonathan's soft upper thighs and ass cheeks.

Terry was rapidly becoming disoriented. He was so engrossed in the wildly erotic sensations coursing through his body that he hardly heard the lusty grunts emanating from his lover with each vicious thrust of his cock into Jonathan's steamy boycunt. With each forward thrust, Terry's steel-hard cock was hammering into Jonathan's love button. Wave after wave of sensuous thrills was building up in each boy's body, like raging river water building up behind a dam. Soon, the water would reach the acme and come rushing over the wall of the dam. Soon, the compounding erotic sensations would build until neither boy could stand anymore. Soon, the crest of lusty sensations would be reached and release would come.

In a fevered lust, Terry once again shifted his position. This time he positioned his body fully prone on top of Jonathan so that he could really piston his cock into Jonathan. He wrapped his arms around his lover's upper torso, holding tightly to Jonathan's now sweaty body and viciously slammed his dick up the boy's ass. Absently mindedly, he kissed and licked at the Jonathan's neck and shoulder while continuing his penile assault on the boy's tight ass. So aroused was he that it felt like every particle of his being was involved in the passionate fuck. Time and time again, he shoved his cock in and out of the hot hole beneath him, causing incredible pin pricks of pleasure and pain to flood his body. Abruptly, he felt Jonathan's sphincter muscle clamp down, tightening its grip and painfully squeezing his dick.

Even in his lustful fog, Terry realized that Jonathan was shooting the load of his life. The awesome tightening of Jonathan's anus brought Terry to a blazing climax. He gasped and moaned uncontrollably. He felt as though his genitals were bursting as spurt after spurt of his love seed erupted into his lover's ass.

With each incredible spasm of orgasm, Terry drove his cock up Jonathan's love canal...once, twice, three times...then, Terry collapsed in exhaustion, moaning, "I love you, Jonathan, I love you. Never leave me. Stay with me forever, " as his cock continued to emit even more semen into Jonathan's body.

As the cloud of passion that had envelope him cleared, Terry looked down at the lovely boy beneath him. He spied teeth marks on Jonathan's shoulder! In his passion, he had actually bitten the boy!

"Oh, shit, Jonathan! I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you!" Terry abjectly apologized as he gently fingered the teeth marks..

"S'OK, Ter. I'm not bleeding, am I?" Jonathan queried.

"No, but Christ, but you should see the teeth marks I left on your shoulder.

I didn't even know I was doing it! I am soooo sorry!"

"Boy, you weren't kidding, were you? You said you were gonna fuck my lights out and I think you did. I'll be lucky if I ever walk normal again! My asshole gonna be sore for weeks!"

"God, I hope not! I wanna do it again," Terry giggled, as he slowly pulled his now flacid penis out of the warm confines of Jonathan's ass.

"Not for a while, you're not. Shit, Terry, I shot a gallon of cum all over your bed! What a fuck!"

"Roll over, Babe. Let me see," Terry said.

Jonathan did as he was told. As he turned over onto his back, Terry saw that the boy's cock was slippery with milky white love juice. He quickly took Jonathan's cock into his mouth and sucked off the gooey mess. He continued to lick the cum from Jonathan's nuts and thighs until no trace was left on the boy's body. Then, Terry licked up the residue of cum he found on the sheet.

"You are so tasty, young man! Sure you don't have some more left for me?" Terry joked.

"You'll have to wait while I build up a new supply, Asshole! Do you realize just how many times I've shot my wad these past two days? Christ, I'm surprised my prostate hasn't imploded!"

The two beautiful young men then embraced, thigh to thigh, spent cock to spent cock, nipple to nipple. They exchanged a gentle kiss, reveling in the after glow of their lovemaking. Soon, with their beautiful faces nestled in the crooks of each others shoulders, the boys were asleep, completely content and secure in each other's arms. They'd worry about the future in the future.

Terry and Jonathan

A Love Story

Chapter 8

Jonathan couldn't quite make out where he was. The place was dark, dank and misty. All of a sudden, a gigantic purplish cock loomed out of the mist, coming toward him. It was dripping copious amounts of a neon green cum from its slit. As he put his hand in front of his face to shield himself from the onslaught, the cock abruptly disappeared . . . only to be replaced by several smaller ones . . . similar in color . . . oddly suspended in mid air . . . then he heard the voices . . . "Faggot!" "Cocksucker!" "Queer!"

Someone was screaming epithets at him! "Asshole-licker!" "Pervert!" What was happening? Who were they? The voices sounded familiar . . . Wait, that's Charlie! Charlie's face became Sam's which twisted into Adams . . .

"You wanna suck my cock, Jonathan?" the face sneered . . . baseball bats appeared . . . the bats landed painful blows on his body . . . one aimed at his nuts . . . one aimed at his head. He screamed in pain as the blows landed . . .

Jonathan woke up screaming in terror! His body was drenched in sweat, his breath coming in gulps. Terry, jolted out of sleep by the frightening scream, bolted upright. He too was covered with Jonathan's sweat. The room was now dark and both boys were disoriented by sleep. Jonathan began to cry, gut-wrenching sobs that seemed to come from the depths of his being.

Terry's mind finally cleared enough that he realized that Jonathan was having or had a terrifying nightmare. He reached for the boy he loved to comfort him but Jonathan still was in a panic. His arms and legs flailed in desperation. He was still protecting himself from the painful blows.

Unintentionally, he struck Terry full in the face.

"Jonathan!" Terry yelled. "Wake up, Babe. It's OK. I'm here! I won't let anything hurt you!"

Finally realizing that it was only a nightmare, Jonathan calmed but could not stop sobbing. The searing emotional pain emanating from deep inside him was not abated by being awake. He continued to sob uncontrollably while desperately reaching for Terry's comforting arms.

"It's OK, honey. It was only a nightmare, Jonathan," Terry said soothingly as the sobs continued to wrack Jonathan's body.

"Oh, Terry. It was so horrible. Huge cocks . . . screaming names at me . . . people I couldn't see hitting me with baseball bats," Jonathan shuddered

"You're safe, Baby. I'll never let anyone or anything ever hurt you, Sweetheart," Terry vowed as he held the trembling boy in his arms. "You'll always be safe with me."

Terry started to get up but Jonathan clung even more tightly.

"Don't leave me, Terry. Please, don't leave me!" an obviously still-frightened Jonathan cried.

"It's OK, Jonathan. I'll be right back. I promise." Terry said as he disengaged himself from Jonathan's grip.

Terry ran into the den. He quickly poured a snifter of Napoleon cognac and raced back into the bedroom with the bottle in hand.

"Here, Jonathan. Drink this. It will make you feel better," Terry said as he proffered the glass to the shivering boy.

Jonathan warily accepted the drink, cautiously taking a sip. The liquid burned as it slid down his throat. Jonathan began coughing and gagging on the liquor.

"Drink some more, Jonathan!" Terry ordered. "The worst is over. It'll taste better now and it'll make you feel a lot better."

Again, Jonathan did as he was told. He took a few more sips of the fiery liquid. Terry was right. The second taste was less offensive but it was still a taste he did not enjoy.

"Eeuu yuk!" Jonathan shuddered. "This stuff tastes like hell. What is it?"

"It's a two hundred-dollar bottle of Napoleon cognac, silly! Some people I know would give their left testicle to be able to drink this stuff."

"Well, I'll keep mine!" Jonathan said indignantly but his indignation didn't last long as the superb brandy began warming his stomach. As he relaxed, he slowly slipped back down on the bed. As he moved, he grimaced.

"What's the matter, Honey? You OK?" Terry said with concern.

"Yeah, it's just that my asshole really hurts!" Jonathan said, trying to grin but more of a combination of a grin and another grimace flashed across his face. "Something must have really beat the living shit out of it."

"Jesus, Jonathan, I am really sorry. I guess I just got carried away. I love you so much and you turn me on so much. Please forgive me. I'll never do that again."

"If you don't, I'll never speak to you again, Asshole!" Jonathan replied with a beatific smile on his angelic face.

The cognac was beginning to have its effect on the boy. In the first place, he wasn't a drinker and in the second place, he and Terry had not had anything to eat since breakfast. Cognac on an empty stomach can make you feel a little lightheaded. Jonathan was beginning to feel rather mellow now that the nightmare was behind him and he was beginning to enjoy the buzz.

"Can I have a little more cognac?" he asked.

"Only a tad, you little drunk!" Terry said as he poured a dram or so more into the snifter.

"Terry, I'm starving. We gonna eat or what?" Jonathan said with a slight slur.

"You've already had the 'or what' so I guess we should eat. You wanna clean up and go out or should we cook something here and stay in tonight?"

Terry asked.

"Can you cook, too?" Jonathan asked, incredulously.

"Yes, I can cook! And, pretty damn well, too!" Terry retorted, a little miffed.

"Well, be sure to wash your hands first, Terry. You remember where they were earlier!"

"I'll call you when dinner's ready!" Terry laughed.

'What to cook?' Terry thought as he went into the kitchen to see what Jennifer had left behind before she and Jay, his housekeeping couple, had taken off for the weekend. The refrigerator was somewhat bare but there were a couple of New York strip steaks there and the ingredients for a decent salad. Terry decided that steaks, some pasta and a salad do just fine.

Since he still had not put clothes on, he grabbed an apron, slipped the top loop on over his head and tied the strings around his waist. 'No sense taking a chance of having hot food splash on me,' he thought. The thought of hot oil splashing on his dick made him shudder.

Terry prepared the steaks for broiling by rubbing fresh garlic on both sides. He then brushed some olive oil on the meat and then sprinkled on black pepper and parsley. That done, it was now it was time to prepare the pasta. He filled a large pot with water and set it on the burner to bring it to a boil. He then minced several full cloves of garlic, placing the chopped herb in a small sauce pan. To the garlic, he added a teaspoon of red pepper flakes, a tin of anchovy fillets, salt, black pepper and a half cup of olive oil. This concoction, known in Southern Italy as aglia e olio, was set on the stove over a medium flame to allow the garlic to brown and the flavors to meld.

"How do you like your steak cooked?" Terry yelled to Jonathan, who he thought had remained in the bedroom.

Terry was startled when Jonathan quietly slipped up behind him, fondled his bare asscheeks and said, "Medium Rare. Geez, what a cute little ass you have. It looks so delectable hanging out of your apron like that."

"Keepa you hands offa da cook, Giovanni!" Terry retorted in a phony Italian accent.

"Boy, Terry, you're gonna make someone a great wife! Especially since you take it up the ass so well!" Jonathan chuckled as he reached around Terry's body, under the apron and grabbed the boy's cock and nuts in his hand. "If my asshole didn't hurt so much, I think I'd prefer this big piece of meat for dinner."

"All right, now. Cut it out. Can't you see a man is working here? You can help too. Get the romaine lettuce and the tomatoes out of the 'fridge and rinse them off. There's also some dressing in a cruet in there. Bring it all out. Oh, and I think there's some Gorgonzola cheese in there also. Grab it, too. And the Parmesan cheese for the pasta!"

"What the fuck is Gorgonzola?"

"It's Italian Roquefort cheese, you unsophisticated oaf! Do I have to teach you everything?" Terry chided.

"Yep, ah jus is dis poh ignorant country boyah, suh, and ah need edjucashun!" Jonathan drawled.

"Stick with me, kid, and in no time, you'll be a functioning member of society! Now, get your ass busy with the salad. Oh, there's a can of garbanzo beans up in the cupboard. Why don't you open it and we'll add it to the salad, too?"

"Gorgonzola, garbanzo . . . where do you get this stuff?" Jonathan laughed.

Terry fired up the indoor barbecue built into the kitchen and placed the steaks on the grill to cook. He then tossed the lettuce, tomatoes and garbanzo beans with the dressing and crumbled a large slab of Gorgonzola over the salad. By now, the pot of water was boiling rapidly. After adding salt to the water, Terry put a pound of dry spaghetti into the bubbling cauldron.

He checked the aglia e olio mixture, found it to be the correct degree of doneness so he turned off the gas burner and set it aside.

"Jonathan, could you get some china and silverware and set the table while I finish this up?" Terry inquired.

"Sure! Boy, Terry, everything smells so wonderful! I can hardly wait."

Amazingly, everything came together as Terry had planned it. The steaks were cooked perfectly, the pasta cooked al dente and mixed with the sauce, the salad tossed to perfection. Just as the boys were ready to dig in, Terry asked, "What do you want to drink?"

"Milk!" Terry said.

"Oh, no, Jonathan, milk and garlic and anchovies just don't make it together. How about some wine or coke or something."

"I'm still feeling the cognac so I'd better settle for some water," Jonathan replied.

"I think I'll have a glass of Merlot," Terry said to no one in particular.

The famished young men attacked the meal like it was their last. When they were finished, there wasn't a speck of food left. Together, they cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher. While Jonathan made a trip to the bathroom, Terry poured himself another glass of Merlot and carried it into the family room. He started the CD player once again and stretched out his lithe body on the large comfortable sofa. Jonathan soon returned and settled down on the sofa, nestling himself in Terry's arms.

"You OK, Babe?" Terry asked gently.

"Yeah, I'm fine now. But that nightmare was so scary!"

Not really willing to talk about it, Jonathan changed the subject, saying, "That dinner was fantastic. I've never tasted anything like that pasta.

Where did you learn to do that?"

"When we lived in Italy for a while, our housekeeper used to cook it for me.

Hers came out better, though. I used to watch her and do it exactly the same, but it just doesn't come out like hers. I think it might have something to do with the difference in ingredients between here and Italy.

But, I still like it and it's so easy."

"You're absolutely amazing, Terry!"

"I like cooking for that redheaded Irish madman I love so much," Terry said as he gently caressed Jonathan hair and gently brushed his lips on Jonathan's.

"What's gonna happen to us, Terry?" Jonathan said with a new note of solemnity in his voice.

"We're gonna love each other one day at a time, Red."

"I'm so fuckin' scared. I don't know if I'm strong enough to face up to my family and all the guys at school, Terry. That dream I had? There were voices calling me 'faggot' and 'cocksucker' and things like that. Now that I've had time to think about it, the voices were my dad's, and the guys on the team. They were so full of hate and disgust. I love you so fucking much, Terry, but I don't know if I can stand up to that kind of pressure."

Terry held Jonathan tightly to him and said, "You'll do what you're capable of, Jonathan. That's all that's necessary. All I know is that I love you like I've never loved anyone in my life. I need to know that you love me. I don't need to have the world know that you love me. If it means loving you on the sly, then I'm willing to do that. I just want you somewhere, anywhere in my life. I'll do whatever makes you happy, as long you don't ask me to live without you."

Jonathan snuggled up closer to Terry, content and secure having Terry's arms wrapped around him. He could feel Terry's cock getting hard against him once again and wanted so much to be fucked by Terry again . . . but, he knew his asshole needed a respite. He gently grasped Terry's face in his hand and brought those luscious lips down to his in a passionate kiss. Soon, tongue was wrestling tongue, lips were crushing lips, incoherent moans of lust were coming from both boys. Jonathan broke the kiss and moved down Terry's body. On his downward trip, he reached Terry's erect nipples.

Gently and lovingly, he licked and nipped at the swollen tips, causing another groan of ecstacy to escape Terry's mouth and a throb in the now fully hard cock between the boy's legs.

"Oh, Jonathan. Suck me, man! I wanna shoot it in your mouth, baby."

Jonathan scooted down the couch and spread Terry's legs apart. He inhaled the musky smell of his lover's groin. He took Terry's hands in his, holding them tightly. His hot tongue began sneaking its way up the stiff rod he encountered, not really licking the pulsing organ, but feathering it with his tongue. Jonathan flicked at the underside of the cock's head then lightly flicked all the way back down until he reached the meaty balls hanging loosely down between Terry's thighs. Terry squirmed in passion and made futile fucking movements with his hips, rubbing his cock up against Jonathan's forehead. Jonathan pulled back and said, "Not, yet, Babe. I want this to last!"

For the moment, Jonathan ignored his love's cock and nuts. Instead, he began to lick and nip at Terry's inner thigh, sucking at the tender skin, gently biting with his teeth. He then licked down below the pendulous nuts and all over the boy's perineum. He laved tasty protrusion between the testicles and the anus, moving Terry's balls out of the way with his nose.

Eventually he made his way to Terry's other thigh where his repeated his exquisite torture, making Terry writhe in passion.

"Oh, you hot fucker!" Jonathan hissed as he pushed Terry's thighs back up against his chest and buried his face squarely between Terry's asscheeks.

His tongue found the quivering hole that awaited him there. He twirled his tongue along the edges of Terry's anus, nipping at the taught skin surrounding the pink striated hole and leaving little bite marks. His manipulations were driving Terry mad with desire, causing the handsome lad to buck his hips and thrash around in a frenzy of lust and excitement. Jonathan curled his tongue into a poker- shape and stabbed at the hole, trying to force his tongue up the hot aperture. Soon, the rosebud unfurled, allowing entrance. Jonathan tongue-fucked his lover until gobs of saliva were dripping out of the loosened hole.

Both Jonathan and Terry were almost delirious with passion. The thrilling sexual sensations that Jonathan was feeling had him on the brink of orgasm even though he had not seriously touched his genitals. He just knew he wouldn't last much longer so pulled his tongue from Terry's asshole, reared up like a horny stallion and shoved his pre-cum slickened cock up the gaping hole. One long excruciating shove into the hot anus was all it took. No sooner had his cock slipped passed Terry's sphincter than Jonathan shuddered violently and exploded in orgasm, pumping his semen up into his lover's body.

After recuperating from his shattering orgasm, Jonathan pulled out of Terry's body, brought his legs down, swallowed the boy's throbbing cock and brought him to an equally overwhelming climax.

"Saturday Night Fuck! Wouldn't that make a good name for a porno flick?" Terry murmured as they lay in each other's arms.

"Only if we get to star in it!" Jonathan replied dreamily.

"Remind me to pitch the idea to your dad." Terry said.

Jonathan stiffened visibly and then gasped, "Don't you dare!"

Terry laughed but vowed silently to himself to stop teasing Jonathan so.

"Hey, come on. I was just kidding! Jonathan, I've got an idea. Let's go soak in the Jacuzzi! It might make your asshole feel better."

The boys got up off the sofa and walked outside to the spa and luxuriated in the steaming water until it was time to head for bed and curl up in each other's arms.

Terry and Jonathan

A Love Story

Chapter 9

Terry awoke early the next morning with his arms around Jonathan and a piss hardon poking at the boy's tender ass. 'Not this morning,' Terry thought.

As gently as possible, he untangled himself from Jonathan's grip and strolled to the bathroom to relieve himself of a substantial amount of urine and other waste. So as not to wake Jonathan from his peaceful slumber, Terry decided to shower in one of the other bathrooms in the gigantic house.

After he had finished the usual morning ritual, he returned to the bedroom to retrieve some clothes, dressing in shorts, a T-shirt and thongs.

After chugging down a glass of orange juice and putting the coffee on, Terry retrieved the Sunday paper that had been deposited on the front drive.

Leisurely reading the gigantic paper was one of Terry's favorite Sunday morning pursuits. For some reason, it gave his life a sense of stability and continuity. He couldn't explain it but there it was . . . a fact of his young life. As he carried the paper into the house, he thought of his young lover lying in bed, still sleeping. 'I'll bet Jonathan will want to read the paper too,' he thought. 'I'd better go get another one.'

Terry grabbed the keys to the Viper and took off to the local convenience store. There he bought a second copy of the Sunday Times. It may seem silly to some, but Terry hated reading a newspaper second hand. Again, if asked, he probably couldn't explain this odd compulsion but that's the way it was.

It didn't seem to him to be unreasonable to indulge himself in this manner.

As was his wont, Terry sat at the kitchen table, coffee and juice before him and spread the newspaper. He started with Section One, taking in all the news of the world and the state. As he worked his way through that section, he shook his head in sadness. The world truly seemed to be coming apart at the seams . . . Catholics and Protestants killing each other in Northern Ireland; Serbs, Croats and Muslims battling each other in Bosnia; Israelis and Palestinians slaughtering one another with abandon. And, even here in the States, African-American churches being fire- bombed in the night. Where would it all end?

Next Terry tackled the Metro Section, reading of the local atrocities and shenanigans of the area's politicians. 'God, what a fucked-up place!' the thought. 'Drive-by shooting, car hijackings, robberies, murders, domestic violence. Doesn't the Times ever cover anything positive?' he pondered. In disgust, he put that section aside and took up the Sports Section. He read all the college scores, ignoring the pros. He really didn't like professional sports. To him, professional athletes seemed to be illiterate spoiled brats being paid incredible amounts of money for playing what should be children's games and doing it half-heartedly. He guessed it must seem pretty silly for the athletes to get excited over earning playoff money in the thousands of dollars when that was dwarfed by the millions they were paid over the regular season. 'Enough of that,' he thought as he reached for the comic section.

He continued through the Business Section, Life and Style Section and the Calendar Section, which was of particular interest to him because of investments his counselors had made for him in the entertainment industry.

He had ownership positions in movie and television production companies, record companies and publishing houses. Of course, that was in addition to his stock ownership in a wide variety of the largest blue chip, Fortune 500 companies such as Ford, General Electric, Microsoft, and Texaco, among others. The dividends from his stock ownership alone this year would equal the income of several of the country's cities. But, money was not his concern this beautiful Sunday morning.

As he worked the Sunday crossword puzzle, he heard Jonathan stirring. Soon, the sleepy- eyed redhead appeared in the kitchen, naked as the day he was born. He walked over to where Terry sat and pressed himself up against his love. Terry leaned over and kissed the redhead's soft cock. Jonathan backed away from the caress and said,

"As much as I love you, Terry, I'm all sexed out! Both my dick and my ass are sore from all the fucking we've been doing all weekend."

"I know what you mean, Sweetie. Me, too! You hungry?"

"Yeah, believe it or not, I'm starving again. All that sex must really burn up the calories."

"Well, get your ass in the shower and then get dressed and we'll head out for breakfast. I know a place you're gonna love." Terry said as he patted his love on the ass.

"Shit, you're doing the crossword in ink!" Jonathan exclaimed. "I could never do that."

"It's no big deal. The LA Times crossword puzzle is usually pretty easy.

The New York Times puzzle . . . That's something else. Now, shag your pretty ass out of here and into the shower!"

Terry followed Jonathan into the bedroom where he selected some more appropriate clothes to wear. When Jonathan had finished showering, he too dressed and they left the house. Breakfast, brunch in reality, was had at the French Market Place, a restaurant/shop complex in West Hollywood. The boys sat outside so they could not only enjoy the warm weather but also the scenery parading by on Santa Monica Boulevard. West Hollywood was filled to the brim with gorgeous young men of all shapes, sizes, colors and ages. What better way was there to view the bounty than while enjoying a leisurely meal.

Once the food was eaten and the dishes removed by the handsome young waiter, Terry and Jonathan lingered over their coffee. It was a lovely morning, they were very much in love and enchanted with each other's company and seemingly, neither wanted to break the spell. But, as usually happens, customers began to stack up waiting for tables and the waiter hovered around conspicuously enough to get the message across . . . the table was needed! Jonathan grabbed the check when it was delivered and put down enough to cover the tab and the tip.

"This one's on me, babe," he said. "Lord knows you've spent enough on me!"

"Only because I love you." Terry replied. "What do you want to do now?"

"Remember, I've got homework and so do you," Jonathan said.

"Did you bring your books with you?" Terry asked.

"No, unfortunately, I left them at home. I'll guess we'll have to go by there and pick them up."

"OK by me. Let's go." Terry said as they arose from the table and headed for the parking lot.

On the way back to Jonathan's house, the boys contemplated their good fortune. Terry was so happy at finally finding someone to love and be loved by, someone to fill the void in his life after his parent had passed on, someone upon whom to lavish all the love he felt in his heart. Jonathan was happy too but for slightly different reasons. It wasn't that his love was less intense than Terry's. It was having his secret longing for the handsome boy sitting next to him acknowledged and reciprocated that somehow seemed to give him a newfound sense of himself. Yes, it was scary. Yes, he still didn't know how he was going to be able to deal with the reality of his feelings. Yes, it could all still blow up in his face. But, for the moment, anyway, he was totally happy and fulfilled.

Terry reached his hand over and rested it on Jonathan's thigh as the drove.

Occasionally he gently squeezed Jonathan's leg, almost as if to prove to himself that this was not a dream, that the beautiful young redhead was truly sitting there next to him. Jonathan placed his hand on Terry's and then intertwined his fingers with his love's. The warmth of his lover's hand was having the usual effect . . . he found his tender cock beginning to swell and elongate with lust. By the time they reached Jonathan's house, the boy was sporting a full erection that strained against the thin fabric of the silk boxers and pants he wore. He sighed a sigh of relief when he saw that his father's car was not parked in the drive. 'Fantastic, they're not home!' he thought. 'Having to deal with my father right now would ruin the whole morning.'

Once inside the house, Terry playfully groped Jonathan's crotch and said, "Hey, Freckles, I thought you were all 'sexed' out. It looks like your cock doesn't feel the same way."

"Cut it out, Terry. They could come in any minute!" Jonathan gasped as he brushed Terry's hand away from his privates.

"Shit, we'll be able to hear anyone coming," Terry retorted, enveloping Jonathan in a bear hug, grinding his now hard penis into the boy's crotch and passionately kissing him. Jonathan's resolve melted in a surge of lust as he felt Terry's tongue in his mouth, exploring every sensitive nerve there.

But, his fear finally won out. He pushed Terry away and bounded up the stairs to his room to retrieve his book bag. Terry didn't follow this time but waited patiently at the foot of the stairs.

"Why don't you get some clean clothes and spend the night? I'll take you to school tomorrow and then drop you home before I go to the lawyers'," Terry yelled up the stairs. He heard a muffled reply that he couldn't decipher but was pleased when Terry appeared at the head of the stairs carrying a clothing bag along with his book bag.

"I'll leave a note for my folks." Jonathan said as he skipped down the stairs, handing his clothes and books to Terry. He went into the kitchen where he found some paper and wrote a note to explain his plans for the night. As the boys left the house, Jonathan made sure the doors were locked and then got into the car. He reached over, boldly took Terry's face into his hands, pulled his close and placed a passionate kiss on the boy's mouth.

Lost in the euphoria of love, he murmured, "Terry, I love you so." Terry, startled by the kiss, stiffened his leg which caused the engine of the Viper to roar to redline, drowning out even the radio. The happy boys then sped out the driveway, blissfully unaware that the whole scene had been witnessed by Jonathan's parents as they drove up the other end of the circular drive.

Terry and Jonathan

A Love Story

Chapter 10

For several hours the boys worked conscientiously on their school work.

Books, papers and their laptop computers were scattered all over the dining room table. Although concentrating heavily on his work, Terry would occasionally glance over at Jonathan, his heart filling with an almost unbearable love at the visage of the redheaded lad studying across the table.

Jonathan too was engrossed in the school work before him. He wasn't aware of the scrutiny he was under.

Terry loved the way Jonathan's unruly red hair flopped down over his forehead as he bent over his work in concentration. The slightly upturned nose, covered with freckles, the lush pale eyelashes that framed the boy's lovely green eyes, the firm chin and jaw line, the slender yet strong neck that held up the beautiful face, all of these things caused a shiver of desire deep in Terry's soul. 'God, he is so beautiful,' he thought, sighing wistfully.

The sigh broke Jonathan's concentration. He looked up at Terry's face and saw the love and anguished desire etched there. He thought he saw a tear or two glistening in Terry's eyes. It was all he could do to keep from rushing over and taking the beautiful young man in his arms.

"You OK, Terry?" he asked softly.

"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just that sometimes I look at you and I feel so overwhelmed with happiness that I wanna bawl like a baby. I love you, Red."

"I know exactly how you feel!" Jonathan blurted out. "I feel exactly the same way! And, you know what? I love it when you call me Red. I've never had a nickname before."

"You wanna take a break? We could go swimming!" Terry said, smiling with enthusiasm.

Both boys rose from the table and began undressing. Soon they were scampering naked out of the house and into the pool. They raced each other up and down lengths of the pool. They frolicked, dunking and splashing each other, any excuse to feel their beautiful bodies come together. Jonathan, breathing heavily, walked up the steps and out of the pool. He collapsed spread eagled on his back on the lounge mattresses they had spread out on the patio deck the previous afternoon. Terry soon joined him, vigorously shaking his dripping hair over Jonathan's supine body, splashing water all over the boy. When he finished tormenting his lover, he dropped down onto Jonathan body. As he nestled his body between the redheaded boy's thighs, he felt strong legs encircle his body, Jonathan's heels resting on his ass. Terry brought his lips to Jonathan's and they kissed passionately.

"God, I love you so fucking much!" Terry sighed as they broke their kiss.

"I know. I can feel it between my legs, you horny bastard" Jonathan giggled.

"Want me to fuck that tight little ass of yours, Red?" Terry teased.

"Man, I'm still sore back there. Give me a little rest, OK?"

"Your asshole may not be ready for another workout but, judging from the way your dick is poking my stomach, I'd say the 'Red Jr.' is!" Terry said as he reached down and grabbed Jonathan's pulsing cock.

Terry then rose up on his knees and began to lick around the head of Jonathan's cock. He took the boy's meaty balls in his other hand and gave them a squeeze. Pre-cum poured from the piss slit being tortured by his tongue. He enveloped the head of the perfect cock in his lips and began vigorously rubbing his tongue in quick movements on the underside of the cock head, all the while, suctioning with his lips. Jonathan moaned in ecstacy as the talented mouth tormented his dick and his lover's hand caressed his testicles.

"Terry! Move around! I want you, too!" Jonathan demanded.

Terry released his grip on Jonathan's genitals and moved his body around so that he now hovered over the other boy's body. Jonathan took Terry's dripping cock into his mouth and began to suck while Terry resumed his ministrations on Jonathan's dick. Jonathan looked up and saw a rosebud of an anus hovering above him and, unable to resist the tempting target, he jammed his finger into Terry's rectum. Terry shuddered in pleasure/pain at the invasion, redoubling his sucking efforts on Jonathan's cock. Within minutes, crashing orgasms over took them and they simultaneously relaxed the tense muscles of their young bodies. The boys, locked in a passionate mutual pleasuring, didn't realize that for the second time that day, their activities were being witnessed.

Jennifer and Jay Collins had returned from their weekend trip. They had entered the house, not suspecting that Terry might be engaged in anything other than doing homework or watching TV. As they moved into the kitchen and looked out at the pool, they saw the two beautiful boys engaged in a lustful mutual embrace.

"Jesus, look at that, Jen!" Jay whispered.

"Ooh, looks like Terry has found himself a playmate at last," Jennifer quietly giggled. "Boy, he's cute too."

"You're such a horny slut," Jay said with affection. "Christ, even gay boys turn you on."

Jennifer reached behind her and groped Jay, feeling his burgeoning erection.

Jay had to admit, even though it was two boys going down on each other, it still was kinda sexy and exciting. 'Damn, that Terry does have a big dick,' he thought. 'The other kid, too!'

"Want to join them?" Jay asked playfully as he reached around and groping Jennifer's crotch.

"Don't embarrass him, Jay!" Jennifer scolded.

"Bullshit!" Jay retorted. "Remember that time he caught us at it? He didn't seem to be upset about that."

"Oh, Jay, he's just a boy! What boy wouldn't be interested in seeing two people making love. Now, behave yourself!"

"Naw, this is too good." Jay said with a laugh!

Jay bolted for the door leading to the patio. Since Jonathan and Terry had left it open, Jay managed to make it all the way onto the patio without being noticed. As he approached the boys, he said, "Well, well, what do we have here? A little wiener roast?"

Jonathan was the first to react. Embarrassed at being caught in such a compromising position, he desperately tried to push Terry off of him. Terry, recognizing Jay's voice immediately, wasn't so upset.

"Oh, fuck off, Jay!" he said, looking up at the man, then rising from Jonathan's body. "Jay, this is scarlet young man is Jonathan. Jonathan, this is grizzled old bastard is Jay Collins. You guys are home early.

Where's Jennifer?"

"She's in the kitchen and she's gonna kill me for interrupting you but I just couldn't resist. Turnabout is fair play, isn't it?" Jay said with a grin.

Jonathan, still mortified at being caught sucking on Terry's cock, sat there, mouth agape. If there were some sort of clothing or towel at hand, he would have covered himself, but unfortunately there wasn't. So, there he sat, trying to cover his crotch with his hands. He felt so incredibly embarrassed sitting there on the patio, naked in front of a complete stranger. Terry sensed his humiliation and tried to assuage his discomfort.

"Jonathan, don't be embarrassed. Jay and Jennifer have caught me jacking off so many times, it isn't even funny anymore!"

"Yeah," Jay retorted. "He walks around here naked all the time. I think we've seen him undressed more often than with clothes on. By the way, nice to meet you, Jonathan," Jay said as he extended his hand to the boy.

Jonathan, still appalled at the situation in which he found himself, stared at the proffered hand. Good manners dictated that he shake the hand but that would mean uncovering himself so in his embarrassment, he just continued to stare at Jay. Terry took that moment to begin walking toward the open door and the kitchen to greet Jennifer and to fetch some underwear for the still mortified Jonathan. Jay wheeled around followed Terry into the house, leaving Jonathan on the patio, still beet red with embarrassment. Soon, Terry, still naked, returned with Jonathan's underwear. The boy gratefully accepted the boxers, slipped them on and both then returned to the house.

"Jennifer, this is the love of my life, Jonathan Riley. Red, this is Jay's wife, Jennifer."

Still blushing crimson, Jonathan said, "Nice to meet you."

Jennifer giggled and said, "I'll bet not! But, no matter. Any love of Terry's is a love of ours!"

Jonathan then excused himself and retreated into the other room to retrieve the rest of his clothing. Terry remained in the kitchen talking with Jay and Jennifer. 'God,' Jonathan thought to himself, 'I can't believe this.

Nothing bothers him! Here we get caught, sucking each other off and he's not even the least bit embarrassed!' Once he had completed dressing, he picked up Terry's shorts and with them in hand, returned to the kitchen. He heard the tail end of the conversation as, blushing once again, he handed Terry his clothes.

"I'm too tired to cook tonight. Is it OK if we order pizza, Terry?"

Jennifer was saying.

"Look, why don't we all go out for pizza? Terry responded. "It will give you a chance to get to know Jonathan 'causes you're gonna are seeing a lot more of him. Not that there is much more you haven't seen already," Terry chortled to Jonathan's continuing chagrin.

"Sounds good to me," Jennifer said. "Now get dressed and let's get going, young man!"

Once Terry was dressed, the four of them drove down to the Boulevard to their favorite Italian restaurant. Salads, pizza's and drinks were ordered and while they awaited their meal, Terry excused himself to go to the restroom. A somewhat awkward silence accompanied his absence from the table.

Finally, Jay decided it was time to make Jonathan understand the situation that existed at the Mather household. He looked Jonathan right in the eye and said,

"Jonathan, I'm really sorry that I embarrassed you this afternoon. I wasn't really thinking how it would affect you. I was just trying to get back at Terry. I apologize if I caused you a minute's uneasiness. You have to understand. Since Jen and I have worked for Terry, we've become more like a family than anything else. We love him like he was our own flesh and blood and I think he feels the same way about us."

"That's OK, Jay. I understand," Jonathan replied. "I've never been in a situation like that before and I guess I came a little unglued."

"Well, believe me. We haven't either. Yeah, sure, he seems to have no shame when it comes to parading around the house naked and such. And, like he said, more than once we've stumbled on him pounding his pud, but to our knowledge, you're the first person Terry's ever brought to the house. That tells me that he cares a whole lot about you. We respect his judgment and hope that you'll get to know us and not feel the least bit uncomfortable around us."

"Thanks. I appreciate that. I don't know where this relationship is going but I have really fallen for him and I'm glad that we don't have to skulk around in front of you. It's gonna be hard enough at school and at my house.

At least we'll have somewhere where we can be ourselves."

Terry returned to the table about the time the food was delivered. The two happy couples ate their fill, had the leftovers boxed and headed back to the house. The Collins' locked up the house and then said goodnight, heading for their guest house. Terry and Jonathan finished their homework and then adjourned to the family room to watch a little television. Lying on the floor in each others' arms, they watched an old movie and then sleepily went into the bedroom where they undressed. They took a shower together and brushed their teeth and then, turning out the lights, climbed into bed. In the darkened room, they cuddled, Jonathan resting in Terry's arms, spoon fashion.

"I'm so happy, Terry. But, what's gonna happen tomorrow at school?" Jonathan said seriously.

"I won't even know you, if that's what you want, Red." Terry replied as he snuggled even closer to his love.

"Oh, no. I don't think I could stand that, Ter. But, could we cool it in front of the others?"

"Sure, Babe. Anyway you want it! You wanna be cool, no problem. You want me to suck on your dick in the main quad, no problem! You're calling the shots, Freckles!" Terry said.

With that, the boys contentedly slipped into a peaceful slumber.

Terry and Jonathan

A Love Story

Chapter 11

Morning arrived with the sounds of Jennifer moving around in the kitchen.

Jonathan, not familiar with early morning noises, woke first. He found himself still enveloped in Terry's arms. Both boys sported piss hard ons, Terry's unconsciously pushing up between Jonathan's asscheeks, Jonathan's slapping up against his belly. As he stirred, he woke Terry.

"Morning, Babe," Terry murmured into Jonathan's neck.

"Good morning, Ter. I guess we should get up and get ready for school."

"I wish we could stay like this all day, sweetie," Terry replied but reluctantly loosened his embrace.

"I got to take a mean piss, man," Jonathan stated.

"Me, too! Let's go!" Terry replied.

Both boys rose from bed and wandered into the bathroom. They stood together before the toilet, cocks in hand, waiting for the stream of urine to begin.

Jonathan reached down and took Terry's meaty cock into his hand. He felt the stream of piss begin to stream up his love's dick and then watched as the yellow stream began to pour into the toilet. Soon, his cock, too, was spurting piss into the porcelain basin. Once their bladders were empty, they got into the shower and lovingly washed each other's bodies. As their stiff cocks had not deflated, they proceeded to masturbate each other to climax under the hot water. Now that relief had been obtained, they left the shower and finished grooming. After dressing and gathering up Jonathan's clothes, they went down stairs where a hot breakfast awaited them.

"Sleep well, you guys?" Jennifer asked. "I was so tired from spending the weekend with my mother that I slept like a baby!" she continued.

"Yeah, I don't think we moved all night long," Terry said as he reached over and caressed Jonathan's back. "Where's Jay?"

"He had some errands to run so he took off early."

The boys gobbled down their breakfast, gathered up their books and were soon out the door on the way to school. This morning they took the Mercedes.

When they neared school, Terry outlined the schedule for the day.

"Meet me in the parking lot right after school, Red, and I'll take you home so you can get your car. I've got that meeting with the lawyer's after school so I can't go to practice. Coach already knows I won't be there. You want me to let you out before we get to school?"

"No, that's OK, Terry. If anybody says anything, I'll tell them my car wouldn't start and you stopped by and picked me up."

Once they arrived at school, the boys went their separate ways. Terry did as promised. He didn't completely ignore Jonathan but treated him just like any other guy at school. Lunch time was spent with the whole gang, talking sports and other mundane issues. School seemed interminable to both boys but soon, class was over and they were in the car and on their way to Jonathan's house. As they pulled up, Jonathan tensed. His father's car was in the drive. As he got out of Terry's car, he said, "I'll call you later, Babe."

Terry took off for downtown and his meeting with his attorneys. Once there, he was immediately ushered into the managing partner's office as befitted one of the office's most important clients. Awaiting Terry were his lawyers and his investment counselors. The discussion centered around his investment advisor's plans for further diversification of his investments as well as a status report on current income and expenses. As youthful as Terry was, he insisted on frequent updates as to his financial position. Once he was satisfied with the information provided by the money men, they departed, leaving him alone with his legal team.

Terry was handed the confidential report he had requested of his lawyers.

After he perused the report, he started his questioning.

"If I read this correctly, you`ve found some financial discrepancies," he stated.

"Yes," replied the attorney who prepared the report. "About $300,000 has been skimmed from the company. We know he did it and how he did it. He's been having an affair with a woman who works in the accounting department and she helped him cover the theft. We also know where the money is. That is, where it's been secreted. We can have the funds frozen so that they can't be withdrawn."

"Is the evidence enough to break his employment contract and fire him?" Terry asked.

"Yes, we believe there is. The first thing we would have to do is to present the evidence to the authorities and have him arrested. Then, we would have the funds in question frozen. Is that how you want to proceed?" the lawyer asked.

"No, not just yet. I want to give it a little while to see how things proceed. I'll let you know when I'm ready to move. And, thanks for doing such a good job. I really appreciate you getting right on it and coming through so quickly."

The meeting adjourned and Terry left the office. He drove home deep in thought and somewhat depressed by the reality of human nature. `Damn, I hate this. Why can't people be honest?' he thought. Then, the image of Jonathan's smiling face crossed his mind and he felt better. Now that the wonderful, beautiful Jonathan Riley was in his life, nothing could make him feel too bad.

When he walked in the door, Jennifer called to him.

"Jonathan called a while ago. He really sounded upset. It sounded like he was crying. He asked if you could pick him up. He'll be waiting for you outside his house. I told him I'd give you the message as soon as you got home."

A cold shiver went up Terry's spine as he contemplated what Jennifer had told him. What on earth could be wrong? When earlier in the day he left Jonathan, neither had a care in the world. Now, something seemed to have gone terribly awry. Terry raced out of the house and jumped into the car.

He rushed to Jonathan's house, hoping against hope that Jennifer had misread the situation and that everything was all right.

Approaching the Riley house, he spied Jonathan slumped out front with his head in his hands. As Terry screeched to a halt, Jonathan looked up. Terry was shocked at what he saw. The right side of the boy's face was swollen and a large bruise was forming. Tears were streaming from Jonathan's eyes.

Terry jumped out of the car and rushed up to the sobbing boy.

"Babe, what's wrong? What happened?" Terry asked.

"He knows!" Jonathan sobbed uncontrollably.

"Who knows what?" Terry asked.

"My dad! He knows about us! He threw me out of the house!" Jonathan cried.

As Terry took the shaken boy into his arms to comfort him, he heard Jonathan's father screaming at them.

"You Goddamn queers! I never want lay eyes on either one of you ever again!" the man screeched as he charged out of the house like a mad man. "I ought to beat the shit out of you, too, you fucking pervert!" he hissed at Terry, lunging at the boy.

Terry sidestepped the man's attack and calmly said to Jonathan, "Get into the car. I'll take care of this!"

As Jonathan moved toward the car, Mr. Riley regained his feet and resumed his attack. He came at Terry with arms flailing. Terry again diverted the attack, causing the man to fall to the ground once again.

"Stay there on the ground!" Terry ordered, "or you're gonna get your ass kicked! Understand me?"

Jonathan's father just stared in amazement at the young man. Something in the back of his mind told him he had better not get up. He merely watched as Terry moved around to the driver's side of the car, got in, started the engine and drove away. Terry watched him in the rear view mirror as he drove away. Jonathan was still sobbing uncontrollably as they drove away. When they reached the Mather's house, Terry bolted from the car and helped Jonathan out. They went into the house where Jonathan related what had transpired that afternoon . . .

The minute Jonathan entered the house, he sensed that something was amiss.

His mother was sitting in the living room, silently weeping. She looked up at her son, her face a picture of fear and despair. As she started to speak, Jonathan's father entered the room and screamed at him.

"You Goddamn queer! I want you out of my house! As far as I'm concerned, you're dead. You never existed! Just get the hell out!" he screamed.

As he said this, Jonathan's mother began to sob.

"Shut up, you silly bitch! This is all your fault. I told you you'd turn him into a queer, the way you coddled him!"

Jonathan moved toward his mother to comfort her. As he did, his father charged him, hitting him in the face squarely with his fist. Mrs. Riley screamed in terror. Jonathan did nothing to protect himself. Rather, he merely stood there, hands at his side, as his father hit him once again.

Jonathan slumped to the floor

"Get out!" his father screamed. "Go call that fucking fag boyfriend of yours and have him come get you. You're not spending another night in this house! And, you can forget about that ritzy school you go to! I'm not gonna spend another dime on a fag like you, you understand?"

Mr. Riley stomped from the room. Jonathan got up and moved to his mother's side. As he neared the couch, he realized that she, too, had a red splotch on the side of her face. The bastard had hit his mom, too! "I'm gonna kill him that bastard for what he did to you," Jonathan said out loud.

"No, sweetheart!" his mother said, shocked at what she just heard. "No, don't. Just leave him alone. Are you all right? Did he hurt you?"

"Jesus, Mom, what happened?" Jonathan asked.

"When we came home yesterday, you and your friend were leaving. Your dad saw you kissing him. He just went crazy! I didn't know how to get a hold of you. You didn't leave a number or I would have warned you he was like this.

Jonathan, do you think you stay away for a while until things cool down? I don't want him to hurt you," she pleaded.

Jonathan, still in a state of shock, began talking in a rush, to try to explain things to his mother.

"Mom, I'm so sorry I hurt you. I can't explain why or how it happened but I love Terry. I've never felt this way about anyone in my life. He makes me feel whole and alive. I feel so safe and secure when I'm with him. He is so neat, Mom. You'll love him too when you get to know him. I'm gonna call him! He'll make everything OK. You'll see."

"Son, I don't think things will ever be OK again. Your father blames me for everything and says he wants a divorce. At this point, I don't think I'm gonna put up much of a fight. Now, go call, Terry, OK? Before he comes back," she pleaded.

"I can't leave you here by yourself, Mom. He's out of control."

"Don't worry, Son. I've got some money and I'm going to go up to Aunt Mary's house for a while. I'll be OK. Don't worry."

At that point, still in a state of shock and disbelieve, Jonathan went to the phone and dialed Terry's number, leaving the message with Jennifer. At his mother's urging, he left the house and went out front to wait for Terry.

As he sat waiting, his resolve shattered and he began to cry. His whole life was falling apart in front on him. He cried and cried. Shortly, he heard the front door open and his mother came out. She loaded a suitcase into her car and then walked out to where he was standing.

"Jonathan, why don't you come with me to Aunt Mary's. She has room for both of us."

"No, Mom. Forgive me but right now I need to be with Terry."

"Are you sure? Do you want me to drive you to Terry's house, then?" Mrs.

Riley asked.

"No, mom. He'll be here soon. I know it. Let me give you his phone number. Call me there when you get to Aunt Mary's! Promise me you will!"

"Sure, don't worry. I'll call you the minute I get there. No matter what happens, Jonathan, remember that I love you, son. Everything is going to work out OK."

"Go now, Mom." Jonathan said, tore welling up in his eyes.

Jonathan was still crying when Terry pulled up.

Terry and Jonathan

A Love Story

Chapter 12

After listening to Jonathan's horrific tale, Terry took the shattered boy into his arms, holding him, assuring him that everything would work out. The story Jonathan told incensed Terry. He just couldn't fathom how Jonathan's father could be as cruel as he was. Terry's father surely wouldn't have turned on his only child that way. And, his father would not have physically attacked anyone. Terry was determined to teach the man a lesson he would never forget.

He left Jonathan on the couch in the living room and went into the office his father had created, a room in the house that Jonathan had never seen. He dialed a phone number, listened for a moment and then said with the authority that great wealth can bring, "This is Terry Mathers. I want to meet with you first thing tomorrow morning. I'd like you, the president of the company and the head of security to be at my house at 8:00. Please don't disappoint me!"

With that said, he put down the receiver and went back to the living room to again comfort Jonathan.

Jonathan was still an emotional wreck and his physical condition was beginning to deteriorate also. The swelling of his face had not receded. In fact, the bruising had increased. He looked like he had run over by a truck.

Jennifer walked into the room with Jay and an ice pack which she applied to Jonathan's face.

"This will help with the swelling, Jonathan," she said as she pressed the cold pack up against Jonathan's cheek.

"Let's go kick the shit out of the asshole," Jay said to Terry.

"That won't be necessary, Jay. I've got things under control." Terry said with cold authority.

Shortly thereafter, Jonathan's mother called to tell him that she arrived safely at her sister house. Terry, Jennifer and Jay left him alone so that they could talk privately. When he finally hung up, Terry could tell that his love was emotionally and physically exhausted. Jennifer had prepared a nice dinner and the four of them ate in the kitchen. Somehow, eating at the small table in the cozy kitchen seemed comforting to both boys. After dinner, the boys retreated to Terry's bedroom.

"Geez, Terry, what am I going to do. My whole fuckin world is falling apart," he said bitterly. "My dad said he's not even gonna pay for my tuition anymore."

"Believe me, Freckles. That's the last of your worries. I'll take care of that problem," Terry said reassuringly.

"I can't let you do that."

"You don't seem to comprehend just how wealthy I am, Jonathan. At my meeting this afternoon, my financial advisor gave me a status report on my investments. My income, hear me, my income so far this year is more than $10 million. That's not my assets, Babe. That's my income! I think I can afford to pay your tuition bill."

"Jesus! You're kidding!"

"No, I'm not. I'm loaded, Babe. I'm really, really rich. I can afford to buy anything I want in this whole world . . . except maybe happiness and health. The happiness I'm getting for free...just by being with you. The health, well, I'll have to work on that. Now, let's hit the hay. I'm exhausted and I can see you are too. Besides, I've got to get up early tomorrow. We've also got to get you to the doctor to check out your injury."

The boys then undressed and crawled into bed. Both we sound asleep in minutes. The next morning, Terry woke early. He was careful to let Jonathan sleep. He showered and prepared himself for the meeting he had called. Jennifer also rose early and had a hearty breakfast prepared for him when he walked into the kitchen.

"How's Jonathan?" she asked with genuine concern.

"He's still sleeping. I think we should let him rest as long a possible," Terry said. "Would you do me a favor, Jen? I've got some people coming over this morning. Could you make some coffee and put together a pastry tray?

I'd really appreciate it."

"Ask and ye shall receive!" Jennifer said with a warm smile.

Shortly before 8:00, the three men that Terry had summoned the night before appeared. As Terry ushered them into the office, Jennifer appeared with coffee and croissants. Terry closed the door and began the meeting.

"Gentlemen. You're probably wondering why I called this meeting. Please let me explain. Mr. Goldberg, you are president of Spectrum Entertainment.

As you undoubtedly know by now, I am the controlling stock holder in Spectrum Entertainment, Inc. As a matter of fact, I'm the only shareholder in the company. Under normal circumstances, I would not interfere with your authority over the company but certain information has come to my attention that bears directly on my investment in the company and I'm going to ask you to do something. I want you to terminate the employment of Arthur Riley immediately as well as . . . let's see, what is her name? Oh yes, Marilyn Secada."

"I can't do that, young man," Goldberg said in a very condescending manner.

"Arthur has a long-term, very binding contract with Spectrum. Also, he's a very talented employee. I just couldn't see my way to do what you ask."

"Mr. Goldberg, are you defying my wishes?" Terry said coldly.

"See here, son. You just don't understand this business."

"Mr. Goldberg, your employment with Spectrum Entertainment is now terminated for insubordination. Do you understand? And, should you have any ideas of suing me or the corporation for the termination, I want you to be advised that we will file an immediate countersuit against you for malfeasance and dereliction of duty as president of Spectrum Entertainment and we will ask the court to award damages in the amount that your dereliction has cost the company. It is currently estimated as in excess of $300,000," Terry said coldly.

"Now, Mr. Andrews. As owner of the corporation, I hereby appoint myself president of the corporation. Please have your firm draw up the necessary

papers immediately. Mr. Bially, as head of security for Spectrum Entertainment, I am directing you return immediately to corporate headquarters and secure the offices of Mr. Goldberg, Mr. Riley and Ms. Secada. I am directing you to post guards outside these offices and no one is to be allowed entry to any of these offices nor shall anything be allowed to be removed without my express permission. Is that clear?"

"You can't do this!" Goldberg exploded.

"Do you understand your orders, Mr. Bially?"

"Yes, Mr. Mathers," Bially replied as he rose to leave the room to carry out the instructions.

"Excellent." Terry said.

"What the hell is going on here?" Goldberg sputtered.

"You will find out soon enough, Mr. Goldberg. Good morning!" Terry said, terminating the meeting. "By the way, Mr. Andrews, please stay behind so that we may talk."

Terry went to the door and called out. "Jay, would you please escort Mr. Goldberg to his car?"

As Jay appeared at the door, Goldberg, in a rage, rose and stalked out of the room, shouting, "You'll be hearing from my lawyers, young man."

"I'm sure we will, Mr. Goldberg, but my advice to you is to save your money.

Your time would be better spent looking for another job!"

Andrews couldn't help but chuckle at the situation. He never had like Goldberg in the first place and to see him hoisted like that was a joy.

"You certainly are your father's son, Terry," Mr. Andrew said with admiration. "That's exactly how he would have handled the whole situation.

My compliments."

"Now, we have several other things to discuss. Please take whatever action is necessary to get the embezzlement information to the police. I want old man Riley and his girlfriend arrested as quickly as possible. Secondly, do whatever is necessary to freeze the money they've stolen so that they cannot get to it. Thirdly, as quickly as you can, please establish a trust in favor of Jonathan Riley and transfer $2 million from my account to it. I think that takes care of everything for the moment."

"Very good, Master Mathers," the old barrister said as he gathered up his brief case and prepared to leave. "What are you gonna do with Spectrum? You can't run it yourself."

"Well, I guess either we have to find someone to take over the operation or we sell it. I'm sure we can get a very good price for it. Your people can work on both issues, right?"

"As quickly as possible, Terry. Now, whose going to inform Mr. Riley that he's joined the ranks of the unemployed?"

"I wouldn't miss being the messenger of that good news for anything in the world!" Terry said with glee.

"Want me to come along?" Andrews asked.

"Yes, I think so. I'd like you there in case it gets a little sticky. Can you meet me at Spectrum's offices in about an hour?

After Attorney Andrews left, Terry went to his room. Jonathan was still sleeping, but fitfully. The swelling on the side of his face had turned a nasty purplish-blue color. Terry visibly stiffened as a new surge of anger coursed through his body. 'I'm gonna have that bastard nuts on a platter' he vowed to himself. Terry then quietly dressed in his best "grown up" clothes . . . a blue Armani suit, Countess Mara tie, Gucci shoes . . . then headed downstairs.

"You want me to come with you?" Jay said.

"No, I'll be fine. But, would you or Jen please call the school and tell them that neither Jonathan nor I will be there today and then call Dr. Burton and see if we can get an appointment for Jonathan. I should be back in an hour or so. Oh, and thanks for being here. I don't know how I'd make it without you guys."

"I have a feeling you'd make it just fine, you twerp," Jan laughed.

Terry walked confidently to the garage. He selected the Rolls Royce as his means of transportation and hoped that Riley would be outside as he drove up to Spectrum's offices. He really wanted to see Riley's reaction when he drove up in this elegant car. The ride to the office only took about a half hour. When he arrived, Riley was not to be seen. Terry entered the building and was met by Bially, who informed him that his orders had been carried out to the letter.

"Riley? Has he arrived yet?" Terry asked.

"No, not yet." Bially replied.

"Well, I'll be in Goldberg's office. Please have two of your guards there with me. When Riley, gets here, greet him yourself and bring him to me. OK?

"Yes, sir."

Terry only had to wait about 15 minutes before he heard a commotion in the hallway outside the office. He heard Riley's raised voice objecting to being barred from his office by armed guards. He stormed into Goldberg's office and froze when he saw Terry sitting behind the president's desk.

"What the fuck are you doing here, you little pervert?" Riley rasped.

"Well, Mr. Riley. It seems you have a major problem," Terry said coldly.

"And, it seems that I have become your worst nightmare. You see, I happen to be the owner of Spectrum Entertainment. Yes, that's right. I am the one and only shareholder in the corporation. As such, I have assumed the presidency of the corporation and I have the distinct pleasure of passing some very unpleasant news to you."

"Why you little queer!" Riley snarled, lunging toward the desk.

The two guards roughly restrained him. Terry cooly continued.

"Mr. Riley, I take immense pleasure in informing you that you no longer hold the position of vice president of Spectrum Entertainment, Inc. I am hereby giving you your notice of termination!" Terry said with a malevolent smile.

"You bastard!" Riley raged "We'll see about that. I've got a binding contract."

"Yes, you do have a contract, Mr. Riley. And one of the conditions of that contract is that it can be abrogated due to any illegal activity on your part. Oh, by the way, did I tell you that Ms. Secada has been terminated too?"

Riley visibly blanched. All of the blood drained from his face and he slumped in the arms of the security guards that still restrained him.

Terry continued, "Mr. Riley, all of the bank accounts have been frozen.

And, the evidence of your embezzlement has been turned over the proper authorities for their action. I wouldn't be making any long range plans, Mr. Riley."

To the guards, Terry said, "Please escort Mr. Riley out of the building and make sure that he never sets foot on the premises again. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir!" the guards said in unison as they hauled Riley out of the office.

Terry then buzzed Goldberg's secretary. When she entered, he explained the situation to her. He asked that she immediately bring all the corporate executives into the office for an impromptu meeting. When they arrived, Terry introduced himself and informed the shocked audience that due to unforeseen circumstances, a complete management change had just occurred. He assured them that the company would continue to operate without change, at least for the short term. He then delegated operating responsibility to the most senior executive still employed by the company. As he dismissed the assembly, he asked the 'acting' CEO to remain behind. To her, he explained that even though he was going to retain the title of president, she would act as the interim chief executive officer, responsible for day-to-day operations. He asked her if she felt comfortable taking on that responsibility until a decision had been made with regard to a successor to Mr. Goldberg. When she readily agreed, he instructed her that she would operate out of her old office as the offices of Mr. Goldberg, Mr. Riley and Ms. Secada would be sealed until further notice. He then told her that his attorneys would be available to her should she have any problems or questions. The young woman left with a huge smile on her face.

"Well, this has been some morning's work, hasn't it?" Terry asked Andrews.

"It certainly has, young man," Andrews agreed. "It certainly has." He shook his head in wonder at how Terry had handled the entire situation.

"Boy, remind me never to get on your bad side, Terry!"

"Well, I'm ready to head out of here. Why don't you see if Ms. Silverman needs anything from you before you leave, OK?" Terry suggested.

With that said, he walked out of Spectrum Entertainment and headed for home and his future.

Terry and Jonathan

A Love Story

Chapter 13

All the way home, Terry reviewed the events of the morning. He kept asking himself if he had forgotten anything . . . anything that could rear its ugly head and bite him in the butt in the future. As far as he could tell, he had covered all the bases . . . especially with regard to Arthur Riley and Spectrum Entertainment. He also asked himself if he really wanted to continue his ownership of Spectrum Entertainment Inc. He acknowledged to himself that it was unrealistic to get involved with the company now. After all, he was still in high school and next year, he would be off to college. Maybe in four years, he might be very interested in running an entertainment production company. But, four years is a long time, especially in the life of one so young. Many changes were in store for him. Maybe the best solution would be to sell the company.

As he mulled this possibility, he played the devil's advocate for a moment. What would happen if four years from now he really did decide that his future was in the entertainment industry. Then, he'd either have to buy another company or start one from scratch. The first option would be a much more expensive proposition than keeping Spectrum. The second option would be a very difficult and time-consuming undertaking. Oh, well, worry about that when you see what Andrews comes up with,' he thought. Then, it occurred to him that he had neglected something this morning. He'd rectify that situation when he got home.

Jonathan was up and about when he got home. The swelling had gone down a bit but the discoloration was getting worse. The sight of Jonathan, with his lovely face bruised and swollen, made Terry's heart ache and the anger he felt earlier that morning returned. Jonathan saw the cloud of anger sweep across the countenance of his friend and became frightened.

"Are you angry with me, Terry?" Jonathan asked.

Terry stared at Jonathan for what seemed to him like an eternity. So powerful were the emotions building within him that momentarily he was unable to talk. Then, with tears forming in his eyes, he said, "Oh, God, no, Honey! Oh, no!" He rushed over to Jonathan stood, took him into his arms and tightly hugged him. "I'm not mad at you. I'm still mad at your father for doing this to you, Red." As the boys held each other, Jennifer came into the room and said, "Terry, I got a hold of Dr. Burton's office and he can see Jonathan at 1:45 this afternoon."

"What's this?" Jonathan asked. "Who's Dr. Burton?"

"He's my doctor, Babe. We've got to get your injury checked out . . . make sure there isn't any permanent damage."

"I don't really want to go, Terry."

"Jonathan, we have to. Let's not take any chances with that beautiful mug of yours," Terry pleaded.

"Oh, OK!" Jonathan grudgingly agreed.

Looking at his wrist watch, Terry said, "Let's see, it's 12:45 now. I've got a couple of details to take care of and then we'll hit the road, OK?"

Terry went into the office and dialed Mr. Andrews number. When Andrews finally came on the line, Terry said, "Mr. Andrews, there is one thing I forgot this morning. I'd like you to establish a second trust. This one is in favor of Jason and Jennifer Collins. Please transfer another $2 million of my funds into that trust and bring the papers around at the same time you bring the others. Thanks so much for all your help, sir. I really appreciate it."

Terry rejoined the others in the living room. Jonathan went upstairs to change clothes as Jay and Jennifer rose to leave and get on with their chores.

"Wait, you guys. Before you go I have something I want to tell you," Terry said with some emotion. "I really don't know what I would have done without you this past year or so. You've been an absolute lifesaver to me. I don't think I can ever adequately repay you for all you've done."

"Hey, Terry. Let's not get maudlin, OK? You pay us rather handsomely for what we do." Jay said.

"It's been more than just you doing your job, Jay. You've taken the place of my parents and I'll never forget it. Now, what I wanted to tell you is that I just instructed my attorneys to establish a trust in your names. They'll bring the paper work by for signatures as soon as it's completed. Oh, and by the way, the principal amount of the trust is $2 million. Conservatively invested, that should bring you in about $120,000 a year. If you want investment advice, I'll set that up with my counselors."

Flabbergasted beyond words, Jennifer and Jay just stared at Terry, speechless.

"Mother-of-fucking-Christ, Terry!" Jay hollered. "Are you crazy?"

"Believe me, Jay, I can afford it." Terry laughed. "And, you guys are worth every penny. And another thing. This in no way ties you into staying here with me. Anytime you find that you want to leave, you go, understand?" Terry added.

The two looked at each other, then both of them rushed the boy and scooped him up in their arms, jumped up and down as they hugging him tightly and thanked him. This was the sight to which Jonathan was treated as he came down the stairs.

"Can anyone join the party?" Jonathan asked.

"No," Terry said, "We're gonna have our own party when we get back from the doctor's. Now shag your beautiful ass out to the car!" he barked.

The waiting room of the doctor's office was deserted when Terry and Jonathan arrived. Shortly, a nurse opened a door and called out Jonathan's name.

"Please come with me, Jonathan." She said.

"Terry, come with me, OK?"

Terry looked at the nurse for permission. She nodded affirmatively and both boys followed her to an examining room. There she took Jonathan's temperature, weighed him, measured his height and took his blood pressure. Then she took out a syringe and took a vial of blood from Jonathan's arm. She gave his injury a cursory examination and then handed Jonathan a paper dressing gown and told him to undress as the doctor would be there in a moment. As soon as he left, Jonathan began to undress. Before long, he stood stark naked in front of Terry. Standing there naked in front of his lover was a bit of a turn-on to Jonathan and his dick started to chub up. To keep from getting a full erection, he poked the bruise on his face. The pain he experienced quickly erased any erotic thoughts from his mind. Jonathan then slipped on the paper gown and sat self-consciously on the examining table. The door suddenly opened and the grey-haired Dr. Burton entered.

"Hello, Terry. How are you doing?" Dr. Burton asked.

"Doc. This is my friend, Jonathan Riley."

"Nice to meet you, Jonathan" Dr. Burton said, extending his hand in greeting.

"Can Terry stay here with us while you check me out, Dr. Burton?" Jonathan asked.

"Sure, Son, no problem. Boy, you really got clobbered, didn't you?" he said as he examined Jonathan's face. "I don't think there are any broken bones but we'd better take an X- ray, just to make sure. How did this happen, son? Sport injury?"

Jonathan looked sheepishly at Terry, reluctant to answer. Terry answered for him.

"His father did it. He hit him!" Terry said with emotion.

"Good Lord!" said the doctor. "Son, how old are you?"

"Seventeen, almost eighteen," Jonathan said in a low embarrassed tone.

"You ought to report this to the authorities, son. This is child abuse," Dr. Burton.

"Son, when was the last time you had a complete physical?"

"A couple of years ago, I guess," Jonathan replied.

"Well, let's be pretty thorough today, then. Please stand up, Jonathan and remove the gown. Are you sure you still want Terry in here with us?" Dr. Burton asked.

Jonathan stood up and as he removed the gown he said, "Yeah, it's ok."

Dr. Burton placed his stethoscope to the boy's chest, listening to his breathing. He then had Jonathan turn around and repeated the procedure on this boy's back. Not saying anything, he ran his fingers over the remains of teeth marks on the boy's shoulder. Terry blushed, remembering how the mark got there. Jonathan blushed, too. The doctor then had Jonathan turn around once again. He put his fingers down beneath the boy's balls and said, "Cough, please." Once the hernia check was complete, the doctor said, "Now, please lie down on your back on the examining table." Jonathan did as he was instructed.

Dr. Burton continued his examination by running his hands in Jonathan's armpits. He then moved down to Jonathan's chest, examining the boy's pectorals and the nipples. He moved his hands down to the stomach area and pushed and kneaded the abdominal area. Satisfied that there was nothing unusual, he then took Jonathan's dick into his hands and examined the meaty protuberance closely. He did the same thing with the boy's testicles, taking them individually into his hand and squeezing them. Again, finding nothing amiss, he moved his hands down to the boy's legs, examining them carefully.

"Please turn over, son." Dr. Burton said as he walked over to a supply cabinet, extracted a rubber glove and donned it. He spread a generous amount of lubricant on one finger and returned to the examining table. He carefully pried Jonathan asscheeks apart, examining Jonathan's anus and then slipped his finger up the tight hole. As he probed the boy's prostate, Jonathan flinched but at the same time, he felt his cock once again begin to enlarge.

"Does that hurt, son?" Dr. Burton asked.

"A little," Jonathan admitted reluctantly.

Finally, Dr. Burton removed his finger from the boy's ass and said, "Terry, maybe you should go into the other room now."

"No, please let him stay, Dr. Burton," Jonathan pleaded.

"Well, as you wish, son. Jonathan, your anus is somewhat swollen and bruised. It appears that your prostate is bruised also. That leads me to believe that . . . that you've . . . ah . . . ah . . . you've recently engaged in . . . ahem. anal intercourse. Son, did your father cause these injuries, too?"

"Good God, no, Doctor!" Jonathan gasped in astonishment.

"Well, thank God for that, anyway! You can sit up now, son."

As Jonathan turned over and sat up, his stiffening rod became apparent to everyone. Jonathan blushed crimson. Dr. Burton nonchalantly reached over and filliped the boy's dick with his finger, immediately causing it to deflate.

"Wouldn't want Nurse Johnson to see that, Son," Dr. Burton said, grinning. "Put your gown back on and we'll have that X-ray taken." He pressed a button on the wall and Nurse Johnson entered.

"Nurse, take Jonathan down to the lab and have an X-ray taken of his cheek, please."

When Nurse Johnson and Jonathan had left the room, Dr. Burton looked over his reading glasses. Staring directly into Terry's eyes, he asked, "Do you know how the boy's anus got that way. Did his father do it?"

Terry straightened up and unflinchingly returning the doctor's gaze said, "No, Dr. Burton, his father didn't do that to him. I'm the one who's responsible for that and for the tooth marks you found on his shoulder. Jonathan and I are lovers and he's a virgin, or rather was a virgin and I guess I got a little carried away. And well . . . " Terry's confidence began to leave him as his confession went on.

"Look, Son, you've known me for a long time. You know that I make no moral judgements on my patient's behavior, sexual or otherwise, unless I feel that it has a bearing on their health. But, next time, take it a little easier on the poor boy, OK. And, for God's sake, I hope you used protection!"

"Well, no, Doc, we didn't," Terry said sheepishly. "He's a virgin and all . . . "

"Terry, you're smarter than that!" Dr. Burton growled. "We've had this conversation before, young man! You can't take those kinds of chances. Well, I guess we'd better test him for HIV while we're at it," he signed.

When Jonathan returned, Dr. Burton gave them both a lecture.

"Jonathan, Terry here admitted to me that he's the one responsible for the battered condition of your asshole. And, he also told me that you two have been engaging in unprotected sex! Now, I can't impress upon you enough how incredibly stupid that is! You both should know better! Six months from now I don't want to have to sit either of you down to tell you that are HIV positive. For Christ's sake, use a condom! Do you hear me, both of you?"

"Yes, Dr. Burton," both boys answered simultaneously.

"Now, chances are, neither of you has a problem with HIV. Terry, I tested you, what, six months ago? And, you tested negative. Have you had unprotected sex since then?"

"Yes, Dr. Burton, with Jonathan and, oh, shit, Jonathan, with Adam at the club," Terry said looking at Jonathan as he responded.

"Wonderful," Dr. Burton said sarcastically. "Really, Terry! I guess we'd better test you, too then. When did this happen?"

"Friday night!" Jonathan replied before Terry had a chance to.

"We'll, it's probably too soon for any HIV virus to show up but if you've contacted any other STD's, they'll show up."

"Doc. Adam had never had anal sex before . . . as a matter of fact, he was there with his girlfriend and he's never had gay sex before." Terry said, with nowhere near the cockiness he displayed when they'd entered the doctor's offices.

"So he told you! Terry, are you that naive? He could have told you he's the man in the moon, too! Would you have believed that, too? Son, you're gonna have to start thinking with your brain and not your dick! And that goes for you too, Jonathan. Now, we'll take a blood test today and then I want both of you back here in a month for another. And, from now on, if you're gonna . . . ahem . . . please pardon my French . . . fuck each other, for God's sake, use condoms and a spermicide, understand!"

Nurse Johnson was summoned by Dr. Burton and she led Terry away for his blood test. The doctor then explained to Jonathan that he seriously doubted that Jonathan's facial injury was serious but that he would call when he had the X-ray and blood test results. He gave Jonathan two prescriptions, one for some analgesics for the pain and one for a salve that would sooth the boy's bruised rectum. He gave the boy instruction regarding the care of both injuries.

"Where do you live, son?" the doctor queried.

"Right now, I'm staying with Terry. You can reach me at his place."

"Good, that will only require one phone call. Now, about your father. If you want my advice, I think you out to have him arrested for assault. That's your business. Since you're over the age of 16, I don't have an obligation to turn him in but he shouldn't get away with this. What caused this whole thing, anyway, son?"

"He found out that Terry and I are lovers and he couldn't deal with having a fag for a son." Jonathan said with a resignation that was still tinged with bitterness.

"Son, more words of advice from this old doctor. Stop referring to yourself in such pejorative terms. You may be homosexual but I, for one, resent the use of terms like fag' or queer.' Jonathan, you are what God intended you to be. I don't believe you or anyone else can or should try to change divinely ordained orientation. In short, don't be ashamed. Hold your head up . . . you're not diseased! Well, on second thought, let's wait for the test results before we say that!"

Jonathan was tickled by the last remark. He was laughing when Terry rejoined them. As Jonathan dressed, left the room saying he'd return. When Jonathan finished dressing, Terry gently took him in his arms in a warm embrace and whispered, "I love you, Red. We're both gonna be OK." They were still in each other arms when Dr. Burton returned.

Dr. Burton handed Terry a sample gross of lubricated condoms containing Nonoxynol-9, saying, "Here. Use them! But, not for a while. Let poor Jonathan heal for a couple of days."

"Does that mean no sex, Doc?" Jonathan asked with a renewed blush.

"No, Jonathan, no anal sex!" Dr. Burton said, with exasperation. "Teenagers! Don't you ever get enough?" he chuckled . . . and secretly wished he still had that kind of stamina!

Terry and Jonathan left the doctor's office with two prescriptions, a gross of condoms and a note for school explaining why Jonathan would not be in class for a week. The boys were chastened but nevertheless, happy. With the optimism of youth, the misguided idea that they'd live forever and that death was only for old people, they stopped by the pharmacy on their way home. We'll have time to talk later,' Terry said silently to himself as they drove home, holding hands.

Terry and Jonathan

A Love Story

Chapter 14

For the rest of the day, Jonathan applied cold compresses to his injured face. That regimen along with the pain killers the doctor prescribed made his face feel almost human . . . as long as he didn't look in the mirror. As he reclined there in the family room, he began to get restless; well, not so much restless as horny. The activities in the doctor's office had aroused him but not slaked his desire. He was scheming how he was going to take care of his problem when the phone rang. Terry answered the call and then yelled for Jonathan to pick up the extension phone.

"Jonathan, it's Dr. Burton."

"Hi, Doc. This is Jonathan."

"I'm on the line too, Dr. Burton," Terry said.

"Well, boys, we got the results of your tests and your X-ray, Jonathan.

There's good news all around. All of the blood tests were negative on all counts and the X-rays show there are no broken bones, Jonathan. If you're careful and get a little rest, you should heal nicely. Did you pick up the prescriptions?"

"Yeah, Doc."

"Good."

"Now, remember you two. I want you back here in one month for more blood tests. I'll have my secretary call you later in the week and schedule the appointments. Take care boys and do be careful."

Terry hung up the phone and Jonathan joined him, kissing him lightly on the top of his head.

"Will you come upstairs and help me, Terry?"

"Help you with what?" Terry asked.

"With my medication," Jonathan replied.

"Sure, I guess so but I really don't know why you can't take a couple of pills by yourself, Dufus." Terry said.

"You'll see, Double Dufus!"

After calling out to Jennifer to tell her where they'd be, they headed up the stairs. This time, Jonathan got the pleasure of watch Terry's ass undulate as he climbed the stairs. 'Ah, such a fantastic ass,' Jonathan thought. 'And, God, how I love his legs! They're perfect. Just enough hair to make them interesting. Arrgh!' When they reached the bedroom, Jonathan closed the door and began to undress.

"What are you doing?" Terry asked.

"I've got to apply my medication." Jonathan said with a lewd grin.

As he continued undressing, Terry could see that the cock he loved so much was already standing stiffly at attention, tenting out Jonathan's underwear.

"Come on now, Jonathan. You know what the doctor said. He told us to cool it!"

"Oh, but he gave me this medication to put on my ass, remember, Double Dufus! We must follow the doctor's orders now, mustn't we?" Jonathan teased as he laid down on the bed.

Jonathan laid down on his back, his turgid cock stretched up toward his navel. His pendulous nuts hung loosely between his thighs. With a wicked grin on his face and a tube of cream in his hand, he beckoned Terry.

"Now come on, doctor's orders. You have to put this cream on my asshole.

And, since my nuts are hanging down blocking your way, I guess you'll have to move them out of the way," he said sexily. "And, so you won't get any of that medicine on your clothes, I think you ought to undress, too. We wouldn't want to ruin your clothes, now, would we?"

Terry knew where this was headed and he had to admit, he wanted it too.

With no further ado, he quickly stripped naked and climbed on the bed and stationed himself between Jonathan's thighs. Using his left hand, he shoved the plump nuts to the side and reached up to get the cream from Jonathan.

"Hey, I still can't reach your little rosebud, Red. You'll have to lift up your legs a bit."

"Of course, Dr. Dufus!" Jonathan replied, lifting his legs up until his thighs touched his chest. "How's that?" he asked.

"Perfect. Now hand me the goop!"

Jonathan handed the opened tube of medicine to Terry and waited anxiously for the treatment to begin. Terry loosened his grip on Jonathan's heavy nuts just long enough apply a dollop of the medicine on his right index finger.

He then once again moved the boy's testicles out of the way and held them up against the base of the boy's erect penis. Gingerly, Terry applied the medication to the swollen anus, swirling it all around the edge of the lovely pink pucker. Jonathan involuntarily moaned at the touch of Terry's finger on the asshole.

"Jesus, I guess I really did get a little carried away, Babe. Your asshole's all swollen and red," Terry said. "No wonder Dr. Burton noticed it."

"Oh, man, keep rubbing that stuff on me. That feels so fuckin' good!" Jonathan groaned. "Come on now, stick some of it up my ass, Babe."

Terry let go of Jonathan's nuts and applied another gob of medicine onto his finger. He gently poked his finger into the center of the tight button until the first knuckle disappeared into Jonathan. Again, Jonathan involuntarily shuddered as the slimy digit entered him. Terry pulled his finger out of the hot steamy hole and applied more medicine to his finger and then re-entered Jonathan's ass. This time his finger slipped all the way up to the second knuckle. On the excuse of spreading the medication all over the boy's insides, Terry began to twist his finger from side to side, sliding over the boy's prostate, the hard little love button located deep in the boy's rectum.

Sparks of electricity were shooting directly from Jonathan's prostate to his throbbing cock. He began to fuck himself on the greasy finger, squeezing the digit and relaxing the grip of his sphincter muscle, all the while squirming around on the bed.

Terry couldn't stand it any longer. With his finger tightly ensconced up Jonathan's ass, he began to lick at the boy's nutsack. Soon, he began to nip at the tightening sack, gently biting the skin. As he continued to move his finger in Jonathan's tightly grasping asshole, Terry moved his mouth up to the base of Jonathan's cock. He licked up and down the now glistening shaft.

Jonathan again moaned in ecstacy as the hot mouth worked over his cock from base to tip. Copious amounts of milky love juice dripped onto the boy's hard stomach from the red, angry- looking slit. Terry sucked up the juice that had been deposited on his love's stomach and then moved back to the alabaster shaft. He held it upright with his left hand and then swallowed Jonathan's cock down to the base. Simultaneously, he began pumping his finger in and out of Jonathan's asshole.

"Oh, yeah, finger-fuck me, Baby!" Jonathan squealed as the invading finger began to pommel his prostate and the hot mouth suctioned his cock. He writhed in delirious passion at the sensations he was feeling, pushing down on the finger, trying to get more and more of it up his ass. His loins moved involuntarily in a fucking motion as he tried to fully capture the finger. As he moved, his cock began to fuck Terry mouth. Soon, the momentum of the erotic feelings in his cock built until the sensations became almost painful in their intensity. At that exquisite moment when the tingling reached its apex, Jonathan's legs stiffened. His thighs tightened around Terry's head and his sphincter gripped the finger pounding in his anus, tightly holding it up against his prostate. Terry, knowing exactly what Jonathan was feeling, wiggled his finger on the gland and swallowed the hot cock shaft as far as it would go. Spurt after spurt of hot semen came rushing up the shaft of Jonathan's cock and into Terry's sucking mouth.

Terry continued the manipulation of the boy's prostate until Jonathan screamed at the agonizing pleasure erupting within him. Terry sucked and sucked, until there was no more cum for the boy to give. With a loud, long throaty groan, Jonathan's body relaxed, his thighs released Terry's head and his ass loosened its grip on Terry's finger.

"Oh, fuck! Stop Terry!" Jonathan gasped. In his post orgasmic stupor, his cock became so sensitive that Terry's sucking became painful . . . like a thousand needles were being jabbed into the head of his dick. Terry released the spent cock, rose up onto his knees and began to furiously stroke his own penis. In less than a minute, in a powerful, shattering climax, he spewed ropes of sticky, gooey cum all over Jonathan's body. He then collapsed on the supine boy, smearing his cum between their sweaty bodies but careful not to go near the side of Jonathan's face that had been injured.

"Oh, Red. I fucking love your cock! Your big, mean-looking, cum squirting, fucking beautiful dick!" Terry rasped.

"Oh, fuck man, you were fantastic. I can't get enough of you up my ass, Babe." Jonathan said. "That medication's gonna help but not soon enough! I want your big cock up my ass!"

"Patience, love! Patience," Terry chortled as he sat up and moved opposite Jonathan. "We've got the rest of our lives! Now, we've got other things to talk about. I want you to know what I did this morning."

"What are you talking about?" Jonathan asked.

Terry calmly explained how he had taken over Spectrum, how he had fired Jonathan's father and how there was a better than excellent possibility that the elder Riley would be spending time in jail as the result of his embezzling. Jonathan sat there stunned.

"Jesus, Terry! Oh, shit, man, you have fuckin' destroyed him!"

"Close to it."

"My only problem with all that is, now what's gonna happen to my mom. She's gonna be left without any resources at all. What's she gonna do?"

"Hopefully, divorce the son of a bitch! Look, Jonathan, your dad's been fucking a woman in the accounting department ever since you guys got here.

That's how he managed to skim the money. She's gonna be charged along with your dad. I know it will be very embarrassing for you mom, but as far as she is concerned, she's got a rich son to take care of her."

"What are you talking about, 'a rich son'?" Jonathan said dejectedly.

"Just that, my man. You are now the proverbial ' rich kid.' This morning I created a trust for you and transferred $2 million into it. It's yours to use however you want . . . no strings attached. Understand?" Terry said.

Jonathan, again stunned beyond words, stared at his incredible young lover.

As the reality of the situation began to sink in, his eyes filled with tears. Unable to control his emotions, he broke into a sob and launched his body at Terry. The boys tightly embraced and caressed each other until Jonathan finally regained his composure.

"God, what have I ever done to deserve someone like you in my life?" Jonathan said, wiping his tears from his own freckled cheeks and Terry's shoulder.

"Nothing, Asshole! But, we'll work on it!" Terry laughed, giving Jonathan a tight squeeze.

As they sat there silently holding each, they heard Jennifer calling from down stairs. Terry unwrapped himself from Jonathan's embrace and went to the bedroom door. As he opened it, he heard Jennifer call out,

"Hey, you guys, dinner's ready."

"Great, we're starved!" Terry yelled back down. "What are we having?"

"Something you haven't had in a long time. Polish Sausage and red cabbage!"

Both boys erupted in gales of laughter as they rummaged around for their clothes.

"Shit," Terry giggled. "I much prefer 'Irish' sausage and big, red, freckled 'Irish meatballs' surrounded by red pubic hair!"

Terry and Jonathan

A Love Story

Chapter 15

For the next several days, the boys' lives settled into a comfortable routine. Jonathan stayed home nursing his wounds; Terry went to school.

Jennifer and Jay continued to care for both boys. The large bruise on Jonathan's face improved if you call going from black and blue to black, blue, yellow and green an improvement. Since he was very sensitive to how to his appearance, neither of the guys felt like venturing out. There was good news on other fronts as well. Jonathan's father had been arrested and charged, as was his paramour. Spectrum's office continued to function smoothly under the able guidance of Ms. Silverman. Seemingly, all was right with the world.

Since Terry and Jonathan were not out and about, they spent most of their time in the bedroom. Terry brought Jonathan's school assignments home and the boys managed to keep up this the school work. And, because of their close proximity for hours on end, there was a lot of fucking and sucking going on in the upstairs master suite. Terry conscientiously applied the medication to Jonathan's ravished anus once or twice a day, naturally taking every opportunity to work a digit or two up the willing boy's asshole. And, more than once, Jennifer would encounter them engaged in some sort of sex play as she delivered clean clothes and towels to the room.

"You guys better be careful!" she warned. "The damn thing's are gonna fall off if you don't give them a rest!"

Responding to the remark, both boys playfully threw pillows at her, with Terry saying, "You're just jealous because you're not getting as much sex as we are!"

"Ha!" she retorted. "Little do you know! Stuck up here in the room, you don't know what we've been doing. Jay and I may not be 18 anymore, but we still can do it, you know! And, the kitchen table will never be the same to us!" she laughed heartily.

After Jennifer had retreated from the room, Terry retrieved the pillows, bringing them back to the bed. As he lay down next to his nude lover, he gently began tracing his finger over one of Jonathan pink nipples. As the days passed, Jonathan had became less embarrassed at being caught bare-assed naked by the couple. He wasn't even appalled anymore when they saw him with his dick hard.

"Have you ever seen them fucking?" Jonathan asked.

"No, they keep their activities pretty much to the guest house." Terry replied.

"I wonder what Jay looks like naked!" Jonathan continued.

"He's not hung as well we are, at least, not according to Jennifer.

Actually, he's got a pretty nice bod. I saw him naked once when we all went skinny-dipping. His dick wasn't hard, but it looked about four inches soft, cut and kinda thick. But he's got really big nuts and he's hairy as all shit," Terry explained as he continued to finger Jonathan's now erect nipple.

"I'd still like to see them fuck," Jonathan said, dreamily as Terry's touch was beginning to get to him.

"I wouldn't hold my breath, babe." Terry replied.

As Terry continued to play with Jonathan's nipple, the boy's cock became erect. The foreplay was getting Terry hot, too. His cock swelled to its full extension. He leaned over and kissed the red, hard little pebble on Jonathan's chest that he was manipulating. He kissed, licked and nipped at it causing sexy low-throated moans to escape Jonathan's mouth. Next, Terry moved his mouth down the boy, licking and matting the wispy red treasure trail leading from Jonathan's belly button to his pubes. For probably the twentieth time in the last week, he took the hard dick haloed by soft red hair into his hand and began to lick up and down the swollen pillar, nibbling at the flushed corona and the fold of skin just beneath it. To tease Jonathan, he gently scraped his teeth across the sensitive head, evoking another throaty moan and shiver of delight from the redheaded boy.

Reaching and feeling around the headboard of the bed as he continued his oral assault on Jonathan's cock, Terry found the tube of KY jelly. He squeezed a copious amount on his hand and brought it to his asshole. He inserted a well-lubricated finger up his own rectum, greasing himself up.

Rising up onto his knees, he squeezed a generous amount of the jelly onto Jonathan's already dripping cock, then used his hand to coat the puffy red stalk.

"Man, I gotta have you up my ass, Love," Terry said. "Here, take you cock in your hand and hold it upright, OK, Babe." Terry said as he moved his body into position.

He straddled Jonathan's thighs and rose to his feet. He stood over the boy, marveling at Jonathan's beauty and trembling with the thought that the hard rod in Jonathan's hand would soon be securely planted up his ass. While Jonathan held his steel hard cock perpendicular to his body, Terry squatted over him. Terry felt the tip of Jonathan's cock come in contact with his anus as he lowered his ass downward. Terry bounced a bit on his haunches, forcing the hot poker into his asshole. Still, the only parts of their bodies that touched were the rigid cock and slippery asshole. As Terry further lowered his hips, Jonathan's cock completely entered Terry. The initial burst of pain caused Terry's cock to deflate. It hung, extended but limp between his tense thighs. Terry slowly brought his body upward causing Jonathan's cock to slide along his sphincter muscle until it almost escaped its hot confinement. In the nick of time, Terry squatted down once again, forcing the hard cock back up his rectum and into contact with his prostate gland. Balancing himself with his hands on Jonathan's rock hard abs, Terry began to fuck himself on the boy's cock, riding the stiff shaft up and down, feeling it slip in and out of his asshole. The friction against his sphincter and the pressure against his prostate cause his own cock to become rigid once more. As he bounced up and down in passion, his now rock hard cock flopped up and down between his legs.

"Oh, fuck, Terry!" Jonathan gasped. "Your cock looks so fantastic bobbing up and down like that. And shit, a big gob of pre-cum is swinging around, dripping out of your slit. It looks so fucking sexy!"

"Ummmmmghhhhhh," was the only sound that escaped from Terry's lips as he wildly fucked himself on Jonathan's cock.

For Jonathan, too, this was proving to be an exquisite fuck. Not once had any part of Terry's body touched his. The only thing that Jonathan felt was his hard dick entering and then, almost exiting Terry's hot, slippery tight asshole. Terry was literally riding his cock.

Soon, Terry couldn't stand excitement any longer. His testicles shriveled up even tighter to his body and he suddenly stiffened as a huge blast of semen exploded from his dick and landed on Jonathan's chest. Terry jammed his body back down as the second blast of cum erupted from his cock. With each convulsion, Terry deliberately fucked himself back down on the hard cock in his rectum. With each convulsion, his sphincter involuntarily tightened around Jonathan's cock, squeezing it and forcing it to remain up against his prostate, generating the most incredible sensations. He felt the shattering orgasm throughout his whole body, not just in his groin. It truly seemed as if his whole being was climaxing.

As loud moan after moan came pouring out of Terry's soul, Jonathan let loose with a fiery orgasm of his own. Terry's tight squeezing asshole has tortured his dick into an immense explosion of jizm. In the midst of his eruption, he grabbed Terry by the thighs and pulled him down, shoving his penis as far as possible up his lover's ass as squirt after squirt of milky love juice shot from his dick. Jonathan's moans joined Terry's with the boys' intense climaxes.

Terry collapsed onto Jonathan, his cum smearing between their chests.

Jonathan enveloped Terry in his arms and whispered in his ear, "Oh, Ter. I love you so much. So much!" Still not recovered from his shattering orgasm, Terry responded by merely cooing soft sounds of pleasure and contentment as he nuzzled into the crook of Jonathan's shoulder. They remained tightly embracing, spent cocks lying side by side on their beautiful bodies, Terry's nutsack finally loosening and dropping down to rest on Jonathan's warm loins.

"God, Jonathan, that was most the most incredible orgasm yet" Terry quietly said. "For a minute there, I really thought I was gonna pass out. When I was shooting all over you, I felt like I was gonna faint it was so intense."

'Oh, I know, I felt the same way. It was like I wanted to crawl completely into your body. I've read about people saying that cumming makes you feel like you're connected but I wanted more than just being connected. I wanted to be inside you, part of you. Somehow, become you. I wanted to feel what you were feeling and have you feel what I was. Oh, man what a rush!"

As they lay there together, Terry felt Jonathan's cock once again swell into erection up against his stomach. Without saying anything, he rolled off Jonathan, turned his back and then spooned himself closely up against his lover. He crooked his upper leg, giving Jonathan access to his anus.

Jonathan wrapped his arms around Terry and poked his dick between Terry's ass cheeks and pushed his hard cock back into Terry's asshole. Lying there, in a loving embrace, kissing and sucking on Terry's shoulder and neck and ear lobe, Jonathan slowly, gently and lovingly fucked both of them to a second orgasm. In the aftermath of the orgasms, the boys clung to each other.

Silently, tears of joy streamed from Jonathan lovely eyes onto Terry's neck.

"You OK, Red?" Terry asked.

"Oh, man, better than OK. I have never felt so wonderful in my whole life.

I never want this moment to end," Jonathan said as he reached up and wiped away his tears. "I wish we could both just die, right now, together 'cause I can't imagine how I'll every be this happy again."

"Well, I know what would make me happier!" Terry said.

"What's that, Babe?" Jonathan asked lazily

"A shower! You smell outta cum!" He laughed, jumping out of bed and running to the bathroom. Jonathan, gathering his wits, wasn't far behind.

When he reached the bathroom, Terry was standing before the toilet pissing.

Jonathan walked up behind him, pressed his body up against his lover and took Terry's flaccid cock in his hand. As he held the boy's dick, he could feel the urine coursing up the shaft. He moved the hefty piece of boy meat to and fro causing the yellow stream to splash all over the bowl. While he was directing Terry's piss, he pushed the boy's legs slightly apart, aimed his dick between them and also tried to piss into the porcelain bowl.

Because of his positioning, his aim wasn't very good. Terry felt the warm piss splashing up against his hanging testicles and then splashing on the rim of the bowl and onto his legs.

"Hey, asshole, watch out! You're pissing all over everything!" Terry blurted out.

"Don't worry, man, I'll clean it up."

"You better! But, I'll help because I have to admit, it feels kinda neat, having you piss on my balls," Terry giggled.

The boys cleaned up the bathroom then hopped into the shower together. They bathed each other from head to toe, even shampooing each other's hair. They held each other tightly under the cascading water, neither wanting the happiness and contentment they were feeling go away. Eventually, their bodies as clean as they possibly could be, they got out of the shower and dried themselves off. Soon, they were lying once again on the bed, Jonathan on his stomach, Terry with a medicined finger up Jonathan's ass.

"Your pucker's looking a lot better, Red. It's not anywhere near as swollen as it was. It won't be long before I'll be able to give you some decent lovin', my dear!"

"I can hardly wait," Jonathan said, rolling over onto his back.

Terry lovingly kissed the soft cock nestled between the boy's leg then rose from the bed and went to his dresser. Terry followed and both rummaged through the drawers for some clean clothes. The dressed and went down stairs to see if they could find something to munch on. Sex takes it out of one, especially as passionately as they had performed the sacred act and both guys were hungry once again.

The boys scrambled downstairs, jostling and wrestling each other for position all the way down and into the kitchen, where they encountered Jay and Jennifer. Jay was dressed only in shorts as he had just finished cleaning the swimming pool and Jacuzzi.

"Geez, it sounded like a herd of elephants coming down the stairs, you guys!" Jennifer said. Then she said, "I guess I'd better go up and change the sheets, huh? We heard you all the way down here! I thought you were gonna do your homework!"

"Got anything to eat? We're starving. You know, we're poor, starving, growing teenage boys!" Terry said, with a doleful look on his handsome face.

"Yeah, sure! Knowing you two, I've made some appetizers to hold you guys over until dinner's ready. As a matter of fact, they should be almost done," she said, moving toward the oven. When she was half way there, the oven timer dinged. She opened the door and took out a baking sheet covered with stuffed mushrooms.

"Oh, I love those things," Terry said enthusiastically.

"Mushrooms?" Jonathan said skeptically.

"Man, you a gotta try them. I guarantee you'll love them. They're really great! and they'll put lead in the little pencil of yours!" Terry leered as he approached Jennifer.

"Terry! Let them cool a little! You'll burn your tongue" Jennifer said, slapping his hand away.

"God, heaven forbid!" Jonathan said, giving Terry a shove.

"Hey, you guys. Jonathan wants to watch you two fuck!" Terry said with an evil grin.

Jonathan blushed furiously as did Jennifer and Jay.

"Oh, Christ, Terry!" Jonathan gasped, completely appalled by what Terry had just blurted out.

"Not fucking likely, you perverts," Jay laughed.

The four of them then attacked the stuffed mushrooms.

Terry and Jonathan

A Love Story

Chapter 16

As the days passed, Jonathan's injuries healed nicely. By the end of the week, the swelling that puffed up his beautiful face was completely gone.

The discoloration, first black and blue, then black, blue, green and yellow,

faded. He now looked like the Jonathan of old . . . pale white skin, carmine

hair, pale green eyes, a freckled pug nose . . . the All Irish-American boy.

The other injured parts of his body were also healing. The tooth marks that Terry had inflicted on his shoulder during their passionate, almost violent lovemaking had receded and his bruised and swollen anus was now almost back to normal. Neither boy allowed that to interfere with Terry's administration of 'medicine' to the pink pucker. Twice a day, like clockwork, Terry wormed his fingers up Jonathan's willing asshole.

Since the visible evidence of Jonathan's confrontation with his father was gone, Jonathan returned to school. His first concern was whether or not his tuition had been paid. He checked in with the business office to determine his status. He was assured that the tuition for the current semester was paid in full and that he need not worry. He submitted a change of home address to the Registrar, giving Terry's address as his own. This bit of information caused a raising of the eyebrow of the Registrar.

"Is this a permanent change, Jonathan?" the Registrar said archly.

"At least for the time being. My mother has gone up north to stay with my aunt for a while and my father is otherwise occupied at the moment," Jonathan replied, looking the woman straight in the eye.

"Yes, we've heard about his difficulties. We're so sorry, young man," she said with a hint of condescension.

"He's only getting what he deserves," was Jonathan retort as he left the office.

Jonathan made his way to class. He was greeted by his teachers and his friends. At lunch time, he hooked up with Terry and they left campus together with several members of the swim team. They headed to a local diner

for something to eat. The six healthy, handsome young men sat together and ordered the usual teenage fare . . . cheeseburgers, fries, cokes. Finally, the subject that was on several of the boy's minds came up.

"Hey, Jonathan. I was sorry to hear about your dad," said Sam. "I tried calling you but there wasn't any answer at your house. I drove by to see if you were ok, too but no body was home," he continued.

"I appreciate that, Sam. My mom's out of town and I have no idea where my dad is," Jonathan responded.

"Where have you been staying?" Sam asked.

"I've been staying with a friend," Jonathan replied.

"Oh, really?" Sam said with a knowing smile.

"No, oh Riley," Terry chimed in trying to change the subject.

The reality of his situation was closing in on Jonathan. Eventually, his friends would find out what had happened to him and that he was now living with Terry. While mustering up his courage for true confession time, he glanced at Terry. He could see the love and concern on Terry' face and his decision was made for him. He looked Sam directly in the eye.

"Alright. I might as well tell you what the situation is 'cause you'll find out eventually anyway. My old man beat the shit out of me and threw me out of the house," Jonathan confessed.

"Jesus Christ, Jonathan. What the hell happened?" Alan, another member of the team asked incredulously.

"He found out something that I'd been hiding from him and freaked. He just didn't know how to deal with it," Jonathan responded.

"Holy shit! What the fuck did you do to get him so mad at you?" Sam asked.

Terry had remained silent through the whole exchange. He didn't know where Jonathan was going with this but silently prayed that Jonathan knew what he was doing. It was one thing for Terry to be out of the closet, but he wasn't sure than Jonathan was really ready for this kind of disclosure.

"Damn, I wonder where the in hell the food is," Terry piped up, giving Jonathan a cautionary look, again trying to change the direction of the conversation. "I'm really hungry and we've got to get back to school!"

Jonathan looked directly at Terry, gratitude in his eyes. But, Jonathan was determined to stop living a lie.

"It's OK, Terry," he said. Then he said, "Guys, I'm living at Terry's place now! No, let me rephrase that. I'm living with Terry now!" he

asserted, then reached over and took Terry's hand in his.

The four other boys stared in silence and astonishment. Several minutes passed. The waitress finally began serving their lunches which somewhat eased the tension at the table. Jonathan was determined not to let the subject drop, however. He had gone this far and he wanted to make sure that there was no misunderstanding on the

part of his teammates.

"Look, you guys. I don't know any other way of saying this, and I hope it doesn't freak you guys out but Terry and I are now 'a couple.' I never planned this and I sure as hell never thought it would happen, but I'm in love with him and he's in love with me. Yeah, we're a couple of faggots, OK!" Gazing over at Terry with tears welling up in his eyes, "I've never been so fuckin' happy in my whole life."

"No shit?" was all that Sam could say. The other three boys sat there in stunned silence. Then Sam said, "Hey, man, whatever turns your crank!" and dived into his sandwich.

The boys ate in silence for a while. Finally, the silence was interrupted by Alan.

"Geez, I knew that Terry was a fag but I sure didn't know you were too. You don't look queer!"

Exasperated, Terry responded, "Alan, just what the hell is a gay supposed to look like?"

"Well, you know, all girly and shit!" Alan said

"You are such an asshole, Alan," Sam said. "Does Terry look 'all girly' to you?"

"Well, no but you know what I mean." Alan said defensively.

Since the boys were almost through eating, the conversation died down. After paying the bill, they piled into their cars and drove back to the campus. Once in the car, Terry reached over and pulled Jonathan to him.

He tenderly kissed his lover on the lips in full view of everyone in diner parking lot.

"That took a lot of nerve, Red. Are you sure you made the right decision?" Terry said looking deeply into Jonathan's eyes.

"I love you, Terry. That's one thing I know for sure. I don't seem to know much of anything else these days. Was it a mistake? Hell, who knows? I have no idea of what's gonna happen now and I really don't care as long as you're there by my side. I just couldn't stand the thought of us going around like we didn't mean anything to each other."

The boys parked their cars in the school parking lot and went their separate ways. The six of them did not get together as a group until swim practice that afternoon. The practice was spirited and when it was over, Jonathan's body felt the week of inactivity. As he stood under a hot shower,

Terry reached over and massaged his love's shoulders.

Alan stood under the shower head opposite the two boys. Not the brightest of the group, even he knew that the dynamics of the relationships on the team had changed as the result of Jonathan's confession. If the scene

taking place before his eyes had happened the week before, he wouldn't have given it a second thought. Now, watching a naked Terry give the equally naked Jonathan a massage brought many questions to his mind. Questions like . . . 'I wonder if they're gonna bone up right here?' he thought. 'I wonder what they do to each other? I wonder what it feels like?' Being a virgin, nothing had ever touched his dick except his own right hand.

Jonathan luxuriated under the hot water and Terry's touch. As Terry massaged his shoulders under the cascading water, Jonathan too realized that things were different. By acknowledging his homosexuality to himself and to other guys on the team, the way he looked at other people was changed. Alan,

for instance. He took a long look at the boy showering across from him. For

the first time, he saw Alan in a sexual context. 'He really is a cute guy' Jonathan admitted to himself . . . again for the first time. Alan was about six feet, two inches tall. He weighed a slender 165 pounds. His burr-cut hair was dark brown with auburn highlights. Hair of the same color sprinkled

the area between his pectoral muscles. A treasure trail of dark hair reached

from his navel to the thick bush of pubic hair. His long, thin yet muscular legs were thickly furred with the same brown hair. As the boy turned around under the shower, Jonathan saw that Alan's ass was also sprinkled with the downy brown hair, his ass crack dark with sodden hair. As Alan bent over to wash his legs and feet, Jonathan took particular interest in the boy's anus but the view was obliterated by the thick thatch of crack hair.

Alan's best feature were his nuts. He sported huge, low hanging testicles. They drooped about an inch and a half below his dangling uncut cock which was a respectable four or five inches soft. The combination of Terry's soft hands kneading his shoulders and the spectacle of the handsome boy laving his privates caused a stirring in Jonathan's loins. Jonathan's own cock began to tingle and lengthen. The physical change in Jonathan's genitals did not go unnoticed by Alan.

Jonathan, embarrassed by his involuntary reaction to the boy across the way, abruptly turned to Terry and said, "Let's get out of here!" He turned off the water and walked back to the locker area, thinking of every thing he possibly could to make his cock deflate. All it eventually took was

imagining his father's face before him. That fleeting image immediately solved his problem.

While Jonathan wrestled with his thoughts, mixed emotions swirled through Alan's mind. He was somewhat repulsed by the thought that gays like Jonathan and Terry might view him as a sex object, yet at the same time, he found it strangely pleasurable. Alan had never before thought of himself as a sex object. His image of himself was that of a gangly, skinny youth no one would ever find attractive. But, there it was. He could see Jonathan's

dick was actually getting hard while he looked at Alan showering. The most disturbing thought Alan had was that he wondered what Jonathan's dick looked

like with a hard on. Alan shuddered, trying to drive that bothersome thought

from his consciousness.

Jonathan and Terry were almost dressed when Alan returned to the locker room. Jonathan was grateful that his unmanageable dick was covered by

several layers of clothing. Still, he was unable to totally divert his attention from Alan's body. As Alan toweled his hair, Jonathan eyes again scanned the boy's body. He noticed that Alan's cock appeared to be somewhat larger than it had been in the shower, the boy's foreskin now pulled partially back over his cock's plum-shaped head. And, his meaty nuts were more tightly pulled up against his body.

Shaken, Jonathan said, "Terry, you ready? Alan, see you tomorrow."

"Yeah, sure. See you guys," Alan replied as the two boys walked out of the locker room.

Jonathan's interest in Alan did not escape Terry's notice. Being more self-assured than his lover made it easier for him accept the inevitable

. . . there were millions of attractive guys in this world and, being a healthy, red blooded young man, Jonathan was as susceptible to their charms as anyone else. Terry reflected on his own actions at the dance club the week before. Hadn't he willingly and pleasurably fucked the crap out of Adam? 'You bet I did!' he thought.

"Alan's cute, isn't he?" Terry said as they walked to the car.

'Jesus, he can read my mind,' Jonathan thought in a panic before responding with, "Yeah, he is. He's got the biggest nuts I've ever seen. Funny thing, though, is this is the first time I noticed that."

"Well, Red, your thinking's all of a sudden being affected by your orientation. For so long you've denied what you felt that you'd never let yourself think that way about another guy. Now you're letting yourself go. I think that's great."

"Let's go home and fuck then!" Jonathan giggled. "My asshole's just twitching for your cock!"

Back in the empty shower room, Alan continued to think about Jonathan and Terry. He had to admit, the two boys really were good looking. 'Shit,' he thought, 'that fuckin' Terry is really handsome, beautiful actually. His face is prettier than most of the girls in school.' And, Jonathan, with that

red hair. He's really a hot looking guy! I almost wish I could see them fucking each other. That would really be something!' As these thoughts crossed his mind, Alan started to really bone up. In an instant, his dick was standing straight out from his body. His foreskin, now completely retracted, rested behind the head of an eight inch, thick, straight cock. 'Man, I'd better get dressed before someone sees me like this,' he thought in a panic and quickly slipped on his Calvins. The massive bulge in the underwear was unmistakable so he quickly pulled on his Levis. 'Fuck, what's with me, anyway?' he questioned himself.

Terry and Jonathan

A Love Story

Chapter 17

Once the boys returned home, they were met by an agitated Jennifer. She explained that an emergency had come up at her parent's house and that she and Jay would have to take off again immediately. Once assured that Terry wouldn't mind, she went into the kitchen and called home.

"Free at last, free at last, Great God Almighty, we're free at last." Terry shouted at her departing figure.

"Up yours, Terry," she laughed.

"Speaking of up mine . . . ," Jonathan said with a leer. "When will yours be?"

"Be what?" Terry responded feigning a lack of understanding.

"Up mine, you ninny!" Jonathan retorted.

"Whenever you want it, you horny bastard," Terry said.

The boys walked upstairs to what was now referred to as 'their bedroom' or 'the boy's bedroom.' Terry headed straight for the bathroom to relieve himself. Jonathan began to undress. Jonathan was really getting into the nudity thing. As he became more comfortable in his new surroundings, Jennifer and Jay saw him naked as much as they did Terry. By the time Terry was through pissing, Jonathan was completely naked, hard and lying on their bed. Terry walked over and kissed Jonathan on the mouth and then moved down and enveloped the hard cock in his mouth.

"You'll have to take care of that by yourself, Red," Terry said, after withdrawing his mouth from Jonathan's dick. "I've got some business to

take care of right now, OK"

"Sure, Babe, do what you have to do," Jonathan said with disappointment in his voice.

Jonathan watched Terry leave the room. As the boy exited, Jonathan once again appreciated the bulge evident in the crotch of the tight khakis he

wore, then the delicate curve of Terry's ass and the way the material hugged those gorgeous buttocks, almost but not quite insinuating itself up the boy's

asscrack. The sight made Jonathan's dick pulse. He closed his eyes and reached down between his legs. He took his weighty testicles into his left hand and his stiff cock into his right. Still slippery from Terry's saliva, he began to stroke his hand up and down the full length of the alabaster shaft making sure that when his fist reached the top of his cock that his fingers caressed the ultra-sensitive spot just beneath the corona. As he continued to stroke, he squeezed his dick, forcing pre-cum to escape from his

piss slit. He smeared the boy juice over the head of his cock, mingling it with Terry's spit.

Jonathan started his jack off fantasy thinking of Terry's body; the lovely ass, the long powerful legs, the long, straight circumcised cock with the almost perfect helmet shaped head, the pendulous almost hairless nuts that hung down below the object of his lust. He recalled how it felt having his cock enter Terry's slippery pucker, the feel of his love's legs draped over his shoulders as he moved his hard cock in and out of Terry's asshole. Jonathan's left hand released its grip on his nuts and felt further down, his

finger tracing the outlines of his puffy asshole. Oh, it felt so wonderful.

As he stroked his cock with greater urgency, the image in his mind subtly changed to the likeness of his friend Alan. He envisioned that long, lanky body with the humongous nuts swaying back and forth as Alan moved, the thick uncut cock swinging in concert with the low hanging nuts. Jonathan remembered how the boy's dick looked when he had come out of the showers, how

the tip of Alan's cock peeked out from the stretched foreskin. As these images cascaded through his mind, the sensation in his own cock multiplied to

an almost unbearable lever. Involuntarily anticipating his climax, he squeezed his testicles, stiffened his legs and shot a load of warm cum all the way up to his shoulder. He continued stroking the head of his cock as that ejaculation was followed by several smaller gushes. Soon, his chest stomach and pubes were covered with his teenage cum. More milky white cream trailed down his softening cock and over his fist. When his rapid breathing returned to a more normal state, Jonathan brought his hand to his mouth and licked up his jism. He then scooped the cum from his chest and stomach and brought that to his mouth also. His next move was to rise from the bed and go into the bathroom where he pissed and cleaned the remaining cum from his pubic hair.

Figuring that Jen and Jay had already left, Jonathan walked downstairs naked. Much to his surprise, Jen was still in the kitchen.

"Go put some clothes on, Jonathan!" Jen barked. "You think I enjoy watching you parade around here naked all the time?" she said.

"Geez, Jen, I'm sorry. I thought you were gone already," Jonathan stuttered, surprised at the angry tone of Jennifer's voice.

Jennifer, looking at the stricken Jonathan, began to cry. She slowly walked over and took the confused boy in her arms, giving him a platonic squeeze.

"Oh, Jonathan, I'm sorry. I really didn't mean that. It's just that I'm so upset. My folks got into an automobile accident and I'm worried. Really, I don't mind seeing you naked. How could I? You're absolutely beautiful."

"I understand, Jen. Is there anything I can do?" Jonathan asked.

"No, we just got to get going and get home." Jennifer said.

Soon, they heard Jay's voice coming from the yard. "Come on, Jen, let's go!"

Jonathan watched as Jennifer left the house to join her husband. He went back up to the bedroom and grabbed his backpack. While waiting for Terry to return, he figured he would start on his homework. As he was walking back down the stairs, the phone rang. On answering it, he heard his mother's voice. As they talked, he learned that his mom was planning on staying up north for the time being and that she had decided to file for divorce. She asked Jonathan to move up north with her. She voiced concern that she wouldn't be able to provide any funds for him if he stayed in Los Angeles.

"Mom, it's not that I don't love you and don't want to be with you, but for now I'd like to stay right where I am. I really love Terry and he's offered to let me stay as long as I want. He has a couple here, Jennifer and

Jay, who take care of the place and look after us, so you don't have to worry. And, you don't have to worry about money anymore, either. Terry's taken care of that!"

Jonathan explained about the trust fund. He also explained the events that had transpired at Spectrum Entertainment and with her husband.

"No wonder they won't let me take anything out of our checking account," Mrs. Riley said. "They said it was frozen."

"Mom, I'll send you some money right away," Jonathan said.

As the boy and his mother were talking, Terry walked back into the house. He walked up and wrapped his arms around his lover and kissed Jonathan on the back of the neck.

"Mom, Terry just walked in. Huh? Oh, sure," Jonathan said into the receiver. "Here, Babe, she wants to talk to you," handing the phone to Terry.

"Hi, Mrs. Riley. I'm really sorry about what's happened. I just want you not to worry about anything. Jonathan's fine and I love having him here with me. And, I want you to know that you've got nothing to worry about. I've already told my lawyers that I was concerned about you and they're standing by ready to help you in any way they can."

Acknowledging her thanks, Terry said, "You're very welcome, Mrs. Riley. Now, I'll give the phone back to Jonathan. Remember, don't worry about anything, OK?"

Jonathan and his mom continued the call as Terry went into the kitchen and got a coke from the refrigerator. Shortly, Jonathan came in.

"Terry, I don't know how I'll ever be able to thank you. You've been so fantastic to us."

Taking Jonathan in his arms once more and looking him dead in the eye, he said, "Hey, Red, no big deal. I guess in a way I'm responsible for what's happened . . . but, not entirely. That gorgeous ass of yours had a lot to do with it!" he said as he kissed Jonathan.

When they broke the kiss, Terry said, "I've been thinking. Maybe we ought to throw a 'coming out party' for you this weekend. You know, invite a

bunch of people from school over for a bash. What do you think of that idea?"

"That might be fun!" Jonathan responded excitedly then, more cautiously said, "You think they'll come?"

"Hell, yes. Most of them have been dying to see this place anyway."

"Let's do it!"

For the rest of the evening, between bouts of homework, the boys planned the party. They decided on whom to invite . . . the swim team and other school acquaintances, both male and female. Terry suggested they invite Adam, the boy from the club and Jonathan readily agreed. Terry decided on who was going to cater the event and what was going to be served.

The fare was to include barbequed burgers and steaks, pizza, a five-foot hero sandwich, hors d'oeuvres, soft drinks, juices and naturally beer. Teen food! The beer wasn't a problem since Terry had cases of the stuff in the wine cellar.

"But, some rules, OK?" Terry said. "No dope, and no one gets shitfaced! If anyone starts getting drunk, they get cut off!"

"Sounds good to me! I sure as shit don't want to have to clean up anybody's barf or have someone get killed going home," Jonathan said.

After they had completed their homework and the party plans, the boy's settled down in front of the television in each other's arms. They watched a couple of their favorite shows and then Terry yawned.

"Jesus, we're like an old married couple. Ready to hit the sack, Freckles?" Terry asked.

"Yeah, I think so."

Terry and Jonathan closed up the house and retreated to their bedroom. After brushing their teeth, they climbed into bed, once again settling comfortably in each other's arms.

"Hey, Red."

"What?"

"Still want it 'up yours'?" Terry asked as he felt his cock swelling.

"Oh, yeah, Babe," Jonathan replied.

With that said, Terry rolled Jonathan over onto his stomach and gently entered him. It was a short fuck compared to their usual trysts but nevertheless exciting and satisfying for both. After cleaning each other up they went back to bed and soundly and contentedly slept until the alarm sounded the next morning.

Terry and Jonathan

A Love Story

Chapter 18

What was left of the week passed in a trice. It was finally the day of Jonathan's 'coming out' party. Since Jennifer and Jay were gone for most of the week, Terry hired a company to come in and thoroughly clean the house.

Jonathan was startled when he came downstairs that morning to see two beautiful young men, stark naked, cleaning the house. Terry had hired the nude housekeepers on a lark, having seen their advertisement in a gay throwaway newspaper. So far, they were doing a completely acceptable job . . . and the view was pleasant too!

"What's this?" Jonathan said when he encountered Terry in the kitchen.

"Nude housekeepers!" Terry giggled. "Isn't it incredible? I saw their ad in Frontiers."

"You are out of your fucking mind!" Jonathan laughed, kissing Terry.

At five o'clock on the dot, the caterers arrived. Since the house cleaners were still hard at it, a few raised eyebrows were seen on the catering crew. Terry noticed that the reaction of the caterers was mixed. Some did their best to ignore the situation, others openly ogled the naked young men. The crew began to set up serving tables in the house and on the patio. The barbeque on the patio was readied, coolers set up and stocked with soft drinks and beer. Appetizer trays were brought in and refrigerated,

ready to be popped into the oven at a moment's notice. Decorations were placed around the house. Before long, everything was ready.

The cleaning crew finished cleaning just about the same time as the caterer finished setting up. The two young men dressed and prepared to leave. Terry took them aside, paid them handsomely in cash and arranged to have them return the next day to clean up the party debris. The majority of the caterers left, leaving only a crew to man the barbecue, present and serve

the appetizers and the food and valets to take care of parking the cars. Terry and Jonathan retreated to their bedroom to get ready for the party. After showering, shaving, and brushing their teeth, the boys dressed. While dressing, Jonathan showed his nervousness about the evening.

"Damn, Terry, what if no one shows up?" he asked nervously.

"Don't worry, Red. This is the social event of the season. I guarantee it will be crowded as all hell."

Around eight thirty, guests began arriving. Adam, without Jessica, was one of the first to arrive. As he bashfully talked with Jonathan and Terry, both remembered how remarkably pretty this boy was. His long brown hair was pulled back into a pony tale. His dark brown eyes sparkled with excitement. He was dressed in loose fitting jeans and an expensive looking sport shirt. His stocking-less feet were shod in Birkenstock sandals.

"Hey, guys, thanks for inviting me. Shit, everything looks really cool. You guys must be really rich to throw a bash like this. Where are your folks?" he asked.

Terry explained the living situation to Adam and then both left to greet other arrivals. By nine o'clock, the house was full of happy, gregarious teenagers. Loud rock music blared from speakers located all over

the house. At first, the kids just milled around talking. Soon, food was being served, drinks consumed, the caterers making sure that there was never a shortage of food and drink. A few venturesome couples began to dance and before long, everyone at the party was dancing. Occasionally, the unmistakable odor of marijuana, mingling with cigarette smoke, wafted through

the air. Terry did his best to discourage the dope usage and generally got his point across without offending anyone. The party went strong until about

1:00 a.m. when the crowd began to thin. The friends paid their respects to Terry and Jonathan as they left, most commenting that it was the best party they had ever attended. Several hugged Jonathan and wished him well, knowing

full well that this party was designed to introduce him and Terry to the school as a couple.

By one thirty, the only people remaining were Terry, Jonathan, Adam and surprisingly, Alan. Terry sent the caterer's home. The four boys sat around the living room talking until Jonathan stood up and declared, "I'm gonna go sit in the Jacuzzi for a while."

"But, I don't have a swim suit," Alan said apprehensively.

"You don't need one here, Alan." Jonathan assured the slightly blitzed but nevertheless nervous young man.

Jonathan quickly stripped naked and made a dash for the patio and the waiting Jacuzzi.

"You guys go ahead. I want to clean up a little," Terry said.

"I'll help you, Terry," Adam said.

Alan, now facing a big decision, decided to go out to the patio. He undressed in the shadows of the patio and waited until Jonathan was dunking his head in to water to enter the hot bubbling water. Terry, with Adam helping, moved around the house, picking up whatever trash they found that would attract vermin. After about ten minutes they ended up in the kitchen. Jonathan was sitting in the hot tub so that he had a view of the house, Alan sitting directly across from him. As Jonathan looked into the house, he saw Terry and Adam embrace. A pang of jealousy stabbed at his heart as he took in the sight.

In the kitchen, Terry pulled Adam close and nuzzled his neck. Adam reacted by pressing his crotch into Terry's. Terry then pulled the boy's face close and kissed him on the lips. Adam moaned in lust and ground his hardened cock into Terry's crotch. Terry broke the embrace, then reached over and began to undress the boy. He removed Adam's shirt, then unzipped the boy's jeans and let them and his boxer short drop to the floor. Soon, Adam was as naked as he had been at the club. Terry then removed his own clothes and taking Adam by the hand, led him out to the patio. The boys separated as they neared the steaming pool. Terry entered the pool on Jonathan's left, Adam on Jonathan's right. Alan involuntarily gulped as he saw that both boys sported raging hard ons as they entered the water. Once in the pool, Terry reached over and kissed Jonathan on the mouth, seemingly an attempt to reassure Jonathan that whatever transpired that night, he, Terry, loved Jonathan with all his heart.

Alan was in a state of panic. Here he was, totally naked in a hot tub with three good- looking guys. His own cock was also hard as a rock between his legs. He jumped when he felt Jonathan's foot reached up between his leg and rub up against his bulging cock. The combination of booze, the hot water and his own excitement at the situation made him lightheaded. At about that moment, Jonathan rose up out of the water and moved to the side of

the Jacuzzi where Alan was seated. Alan was mesmerized by the large, pulsating cock that jutted from Jonathan's groin. Jonathan sat next to Alan and reached his hand down and began to manipulate Alan's big cock, stroking the foreskin back and forth over the head of the boy's cock. Overwhelmed with these unfamiliar sensations, Alan moaned. Soon, he heard Terry say something but in his disorientation, he didn't understand what had been said.

As Terry, Adam and Jonathan all rose, Terry said gently, "Come on, Alan, let's get out of the hot tub."

Alan then rose, too, his large fat cock sticking straight out from his body. His incredible nuts, softened by the hot water, smacked against his thighs as he got out of the water. Numbly, he followed the other boys into the house and up the stairs. When they arrived at the top of the stairs, it finally occurred to him that this may be when he lost his virginity and he wasn't quite convinced he wanted this to happen. As they entered the bedroom, Jonathan, sensing his discomfort, gently put his arm around the boy and directed him away from the bed to the sofa that lined one wall. Finally, he said to Alan, "Let's just sit here for a while, OK, Alan?"

Terry and Adam advanced to the bed and climbed on it. They immediately embraced, Terry lying on top of Adam as the boy spread his legs in acceptance. They kissed for a few moments, tightly embracing. Soon, Terry began to kiss his way down Adam's body. He sucked on Adam's neck, then

moved down to begin working his magic on the boy's already hard nipples. Terry took one of the hard nipples into his mouth and sucked. His hand was busy torturing the other nipple, pinching and squeezing the hard pebble as his teeth tormented the one. With Adam moaning in ecstasy, Terry moved down and began to lick Adam's pulsating cock, which by now was dripping copious amounts of pre-cum. Terry's mouth enveloped Adam's cock, swallowing the boy's shaft all the way down to his soft brown pubic hair. Coming back up the pillar, he flicked his tongue around the head of the boy's dick, again sucking up the dripping pre-cum. Once finished with that, he gently lifted Adam's legs and began licking the boy's nuts, laving them with his tongue. He slowly pushed Adam's legs higher and let his tongue traverse Adam's asscrack, finally resting his tongue on the quivering asshole nestled there.

Alan was almost hyperventilating as he watched the sexy performance before him. So enthralled was he with what was transpiring on the bed that he almost forgot that an equally handsome young man sat next to him, ripe for

the taking. At that moment, also turned on by what was happening on the bed,

Jonathan would have liked nothing better that to have Alan's cock planted up his ass. Jonathan reached over and once again began to stroke Alan's cock. Alan flinched at the touch and then blurted out, "Jonathan, I've never done anything like this before!"

"Well, man, it's not much different if a girl was doing it to you." Jonathan said.

"Jonathan, I've never been with a girl. I've never been with anybody!" Alan said, blushing.

"No big deal, babe, just relax and enjoy it. You don't have to do anything. I'll take care of it all!" Jonathan cooed as he bent over than took the head of the boy's dick into his mouth. Jonathan then proceeded to give Alan the blow job of a life time as the star struck boy watched Terry grease up his cock, then slide it up Adam's asshole. Adam moaned in pleasure

as Terry's cock hit his prostate and Alan moaned in pleasure as his cock hit the back of Jonathan's throat. Never having swallowed so large a cock caused

Jonathan's gag reflex to start. The combination of the hot mouth surrounding

his cock and the squeezing he felt when gag reflex kicked in, caused Alan to begin his orgasm. He shot load after load into Jonathan's mouth, experiencing a climax like none he had ever experienced before.

On the bed, Terry began to really pound his cock up Adam's ass. The bed rocked violently as he jammed his cock in and out of the writhing boy, riding him like a stallion rides a mare. Adam mouthed incoherent sounds as his rectum was being pummeled. An occasional "oh, fuck me, Terry!" could be deciphered from the sounds erupting from the boy. Terry was in such a state of sexual ecstacy that he wasn't any more coherent. He gasped and moaned as his cock plunged into Adam's body.

After swallowing the boy's load, Jonathan took Alan by the hand and pulled him to his feet. Alan's cock was still as hard as steel, even after the gigantic orgasm he had just experienced. Terry led him to the bed and lay down, pulling Alan on top of him. Jonathan took the tube of KY jelly and

liberally greased his asshole. He then slicked a gob onto Alan's cock and said, "OK, Baby, now it your turn. Fuck me, man! But a take it slow with that horse cock of yours."

Alan, more excited that he had ever been in his life, slowly pressed head of his dick up against Jonathan's anus. Ever so slowly, he pressed forward until the head of his dick popped through Jonathan's sphincter. Jonathan moaned in a combination of pain and pleasure and squeezed the muscles of his asshole around the invading penis. "Shove it in, Alan!" he gasped. Alan, now totally in control of his senses, did exactly that. He moved his body forward in a quick move. His cock sunk completely into Jonathan's ass, his humongous nuts slapping up against Jonathan's buttocks. "Now, fuck me, goddamn it!" Jonathan cried in ecstacy.

As the virginal Alan began making the universal fucking movements, his inexperienced cock momentarily pulled out of Jonathan's ass . . . momentarily because he shoved it back in immediately, again causing a paroxysm of pain and pleasure course though Jonathan's body. He then began a

steady plunging in and out of Jonathan's ass, ravishing the orifice that greedily squeezed and grasped his penis. The pillaging of Jonathan's asshole

lasted long after Terry and Adam had exploded in their climaxes. Both boys watched in amazement as Terry took the humongous cock up his ass, his legs dangling and flopping over Alan's shoulders like they were Raged Andy's; his eyes closed, mouth agape in ecstacy.

"Fuck him, Alan," Terry shouted at the boy

Alan, as he was again reaching climax, reached out and took Jonathan's head in his hands and pulled Jonathan's body forward. Using this leverage, he really slammed his dick up Jonathan's ass. After several more plunges, he exploded in orgasm, gush after gush of cum spurting up his thick nine inch cock and into Jonathan's bowels. When the grip of the orgasm lessened, he gently let Jonathan lie back on the bed. Cum was splattered all

over Jonathan's heaving chest. It was then that the three boys realized that Jonathan, too, had climaxed during the violent fuck.

Terry and Jonathan

A Love Story

Chapter 19

Alan was the first to awaken the morning after the party. His head ached, the taste in his mouth reminded him of what it would taste like if the Albanian army had trudged through it their week-old socks. Oh, man! His first genuine, bonafide hangover. And, he was somewhat disoriented. Where was he and who was this guy he had wrapped in a bear hug. Then he remembered what had transpired the night before. He had experienced sex! And the guy was Adam, Terry and Jonathan's friend. Oh, man, what a night!

Alan turned his head slightly, looking over Adam's slumbering body. There next to them on the bed he saw Terry and Jonathan, asleep but tightly wrapped in a lover's embrace. To his mind's eye, nothing could have been more beautiful than these two guys holding each other. He knew now that even though they had willingly experienced sex with others, they were desperately in love with each other.

As he was contemplating the events of the previous evening, his cock began to thicken and engorge with blood. He couldn't believe what he was feeling. Here he was, lying in bed with a guy he had just met, yet he felt an overwhelming love and attraction to this stranger. At about the time that he was sporting a full-blown erection, Adam shifted his body, pulling away from Alan. Alan reached over and again wrapped his arms around the sleeping brown haired boy. Adam's luxurious hair felt so soft against his cheek. Precut began to leak from Alan's cock as the warmth of the sleeping boy's ass pressed up against him. He moved between Adam's asscheeks and slowly entered the boy's anus. Soon, he was fully inserted into Adam's warm, cum-slickened ass. If it's possible for a body part to have a memory, then Adam's asshole did. It grasped the invading pole as if it remembered the pleasurable probing it had received from it the night before.

Alan remained still for several moments, reveling in the feeling of having his cock stuffed up a tight warm asshole and his arms wrapped around a warm tight body. Soon, his newly discovered fascination with cocks got the better of him and he lowered his hand to Adam's crotch. He took the soft boymeat into his hand, then extended his grasp to the boy's nuts, also. As Adam wakened, he realized he was once again being pilloried by Alan's gigantic cock. His own dick began to rise as he slowly began riding the big dick up his ass, forcing Alan's cock to slip back and forth over his prostate gland. Adam softly moaned as Alan began to masturbate Adam while simultaneously fucking his dick into the beautiful boy. As passion over took the two, their labored breathing, their moans and groans of ecstacy and the movement of the bed woke Terry and Jonathan.

Jonathan looked over his shoulder to see Alan's cute face, eyes tightly closed, mouth open. He then looked down and saw Alan's hand jacking on Adam's cock. He removed his arms from Terry and moved down the bed. He unpried Alan's hand from the boymeat, moving the hand down to the testicles hanging over Adam's thighs. Jonathan then sucked Adam's cock into his mouth.

Adam began to fuck his cock into Jonathan's mouth and fuck his ass back on Alan's cock. In a matter of minutes, he erupted in a creamy climax in Jonathan's mouth. Jonathan sucked every drop of cum from the boy's dick and then moved back up to Terry. As Terry was no also awake, the two of them watched as Alan repositioned Adam onto his stomach and began once again to pile-drive his big dick into the boy's asshole. Soon, Alan stiffened and Jonathan and Terry knew he had squirted a large volume of cum up Adam's ass.

The spectacle of Alan fucking Adam turned Terry on immensely. He rose of from the bed, looked Jonathan in the eye and said, "Excuse me for a minute. There's an asshole that needs to be broken in." He grabbed the tube of KY and moved over to where Alan still reposed on top of Adam. Terry squeezed a dollop of the lube on his middle finger and rubbed it around Alan's anus. Alan, still delirious from his orgasm, enjoyed the sensation but it really hadn't sunk in exactly what Terry had in mind until it was too late.

Terry positioned his body over Alan and his cock at the boy's asshole. As he roughly shoved his cock up the boy's ass, Alan yelled in pain and anguish, "No, please don't fuck me!" Alas, it was too late. Terry's cock was already up his ass. Terry stayed stationary for several minutes as he cooed into Alan's ear. "It's all right Babe. I know it hurts at first. It'll start to feel better in a minute. Oh, yeah, your asshole's opening up.

I can feel it. Now, get ready, buddy, `cause I'm gonna fuck you." With that, Terry began fornication moves, plunging in and out of Alan's asshole. The boy's wails of pain turned to groans of pleasure. Soon, his big cock, which had never fully escaped from Adam's ass was hard again. He was now experiencing the joy of fucking and being fucked at the same time. The feelings were so intense that he shot another big load up Adam's ass. And, the tightening of his sphincter muscle as he shot brought Terry off in a dazzling orgasm.

As the three boys recovered, the entry buzzer sounded.

"I'll get it," Jonathan said, bounding out of bed.

He went to the intercom, questioning the caller. When he found out that it was the cleaning crew, he buzzed them in the gate. Still naked, he went downstairs to open the door for the guys. He unlocked the door and then went into the kitchen where he poured himself a glass of orange juice and put on a pot of coffee. When he finally returned to the living room, the two cleaning guys had also stripped naked, just as they had done the day before.

One guy handed him the Sunday paper and eyed his lithe teenaged body lewdly.

Jonathan blushed and headed back upstairs. When he again reached the bedroom, a evil thought entered his mind.

"Hey, it's the cleaning crew, Terry. Let's really blow their minds," he said.

"Come on you guys!" Terry said.

The four of the boys, in all their naked splendor, moved out of the bedroom and down the stairs. Of course, neither Alan nor Adam had any idea of what was waiting for them.

"Holy shit!" one of the cleaning guys gasped when he saw them.

"Holy shit," Alan gasped, covering his genitals when he saw the naked cleaners.

Terry and Jonathan began to laugh hysterically at the reaction. They then dragged Alan and Adam into the kitchen and then outside to the Jacuzzi.

As the four of them relaxed in the hot water, they glimpsed the cleaning guys trying to get a good look at them. When Jonathan decided that the coffee was done, he got out of the hot tub and went into the house. He gazed into the livingroom where he found was one cleaner with his hard dick up the ass of the other cleaner. He snuck back out onto the patio and whispered,

"Hey, guys, this you have to see!"

The four boys quietly crept into the house and watched as the two house cleaners went at it. As they stood there, piled two deep in the entryway leading from the kitchen, Alan could feel Adam's cock rising and pressing against his buttock. The feeling of the boy's hard cock rubbing up against his ass made Alan's prongs thicken and lengthen. Soon his rather large cock was standing out, escaping from his foreskin. He reached behind him and took Adam's ass into his hands, pulling him closer. Then he turned as whispered, "Let's go upstairs, Adam. I want you." Adam and Alan walked upstairs to the bedroom. Terry and Jonathan watched the cleaning guys for a moment then returned to the hot tub.

Once they were on the bed, Alan and Adam embraced. Adam rolled over on top of Alan and they kissed, at first gently and tenderly, then with greater passion. Mouths opened and tongues battled for supremacy. Adam broke the kiss and, looking into Alan's eyes said,

"I really don't understand what's happening to me, man. Two weeks ago, I was straight as an arrow. Then I find myself having sex with Terry and it was unbelievable. Now, here I am with you, wanting you. This is all too much."

"You wanna fuck me?" Alan asked.

"Oh, God, yes," Adam said.

"Well, I want you to fuck me, too!"

With that, Alan reached behind him and felt around until he encountered the tube of KY. Pushing Adam aside, he liberally spread some on his anus and then inserted his finger up his ass, lubing himself up. He then pulled his legs back until they touched his chest. His hands reached around and grabbed his asschecks and he spread them as far apart as he could, exposing his anus.

"Fuck me, Adam!"

And fuck him Adam did. As their bodies swayed to the melody of love, dancing the dance of love, Alan heard himself murmur with each thrust of Adam's cock, "I love you, Adam." As Adam looked down, he couldn't believe what he saw. Alan's cock looked bigger than it did before as it lay up against his stomach, reaching beyond his navel. And, Alan's huge droopy nuts actually had settled on his cock as he fucked in and out of Alan's tight asshole. They hung loosely and draped themselves over Adam's cock, one testicle cascading on each side of Adam's steely dick. As he dick moved in and out of his lover, he could feel the saggy nut dragging on the top of his cock. This so turned Adam on that soon he was shooting his juice of love up Alan's ass. As he collapsed against Alan's body, he felt Alan's big cock, hard up against his own stomach.

After his orgasm, Adam lifted his body from Alan's. He sat next to the boy taking in the beauty of his new love. Alan rose, too, sitting back on his haunches, legs splayed beneath his thighs, rock hard monster cock pointing to the ceiling. Adam couldn't resist. He climbed on Alan, straddled Alan's thighs and with one quick movement, sat on Alan's pillar of love, forcing it up his ass. In this position, Adam's nipples came to Alan's mouth level. Alan embraced Adam tightly and began sucking and biting on the hard pebbles as Adam rode up and down on the monster cock.

"It's a damn good thing your cock's so fucking big," Adam gasped "or we'd never be able to do it like this! Oh, so fucking good!" he cooed as he moved up and down on the long hard dick.

In a moment, Alan reached a shattering climax, exploding jizm up Adam's tight but well- fucked asshole. Lying together in the afterglow of powerful orgasms and once more in each other's arms, Adam continued the conversation where they had left off.

"Alan, I don't know quite how to say this, but I think I'm falling in love with you. Yeah, I know it's crazy. We only met yesterday but, Jesus, this all seems so perfect, so right. I feel so good having you hold me. I never want this moment to end."

"I kinda know what you mean, Dude. I feel the same way and I can't explain it either. A week ago, I find myself sitting in the shower room and, fuck! I find myself wondering what Jonathan's dick looks like hard. I can't believe what I'm thinking and I can't believe I throw bone right there in the fucking shower room. Now, a week later, here I am with you and I don't care if I ever have sex with anyone but you ever again. What the fuck is going on?"

"Shit, I don't know. But, I do know that you are one fantastic fuck, man - giving and receiving. Your asshole's tighter than Jessica's pussy!"

"Who's Jessica?" Alan questioned, tensing.

"My girlfriend," Adam said

"You have a girlfriend?" Alan said, with a pang of apprehension.

"Had a girlfriend! The operative word is HAD, Alan. I had a girlfriend but after this weekend, that's a thing of the past. Now, I only want you!"

Down on the patio, a related conversation was underway. As Terry and Jonathan relaxed in the hot tub, Terry remarked, "I think we've created a monster!"

"What do you mean?" Jonathan asked.

"Adam and Alan. I think they've kinda fallen for each other."

"You think so? Wouldn't that be fantastic?" Jonathan exclaimed. "They're both really nice guys!"

As those words escaped Jonathan's mouth, Adam and Alan appear, fully dressed.

"Hey, guys, we're gonna take off." Alan said. "Can I leave my car here for a few hours? I'll pick it up later this afternoon."

"Sure, no problem, man. Where you guys going?" Terry said.

"We're just gonna go hang out and talk,"Adam said. "We've got a lot to talk about."

Terry and Jonathan

A Love Story

Chapter 20

Alan and Adam spent the day together. After leaving Terry's place, they drove over the hill to West Hollywood and had breakfast at the French Market, eating their meal al fresco at one of the street-side tables. Waiting for their food to be served, they held hands across the table and talked. They told each other about their lives. Adam, it turned out, had already graduated from high school and was attending a community college in the Valley. He confessed that his goal in life was to work in the film industry. He lived with his long-divorced mother in a small apartment and had not seen nor heard from his father in over ten years. He held down a part-time job working as a stock clerk in a department store while attending school. He was pretty much on his own.

Alan, on the other hand, still lived at home with his relatively affluent parents. He attended the exclusive Bolton Hall School with Terry and Jonathan. He was a so-so student, more because he didn't expend the effort rather than because he was intellectually incapable of handling the work. He was on the swim team, the school activity he found the most enjoyable of all.

After they finished their meals, Alan paid the bill and the two boys walked up the boulevard, arms around each other, window shopping. They passed Terry's club and Adam explained how he had met the boys. His description of the goings on in the back room flabbergasted Alan. He had no idea of Terry's activities or interests outside of school. Both vowed to return to the club the next weekend. This would be the one place they could freely make love and not be bothered by friends or relations. It seemed like the perfect place for them.

"Oh course, we could always shack up at Terry and Jonathan's," Alan offered.

"Yeah, that we could. I know they wouldn't mind," Adam agreed.

For the rest of the afternoon and into the early evening, the two young lovers, one tall, one relatively short, a sort of Mutt and Jeff combination, aimlessly wandered around, accomplishing nothing, just delighting in each other's company. To any observer of human kind, it would have been clear the boys were in love. Although not acting in an overtly romantic way, their flushed complexions, the way their bodies constantly touched, the way they gazed into each other's eyes as they talked, gave away their feelings. Yes, even to the most disinterested observer, these were definitely two boys in the grip of young love.

At around seven o'clock, the boy's returned to Terry's place. Entering the house, they saw that the cleaning guys had finished their work.

Terry and Jonathan, still nude, were lounging in the family room

"Jesus, don't you guys ever wear any clothes around here?" Alan asked.

"As little as possible. What's with you two?" Jonathan said.

Somewhat embarrassed but nevertheless clinging to Adam, Alan answered, "I think we're a couple now!"

"Fantastic!" Terry exclaimed, walking over to Alan, wrapping the boy in a warm embrace. "I told you so, Jonathan! Damn, I'm so glad I invited you to the party, Adam."

Jonathan, too, approached the two beaming boys and embraced each of them and said with a leer, "So, when's the wedding? One of you pregnant yet?"

"Not for want of trying," Alan giggled, blushing bright red.

"Fuck, now what are we going to do at swim practice, Alan? You'd better keep that monster of yours under control or you'll embarrass all of us!" Jonathan laughed.

Terry chimed in, "Yeah, the showers are never gonna be the same!"

"Hey, you perverts, let's go slow here, OK? I'm just getting used to the fact that I've lost my virginity, and to a guy no less, and that I may be gay. I'm really not ready to go broadcasting it to everyone at school. Give me a break and keep this under your hats, OK?" Alan pleaded.

"Of, course, Asshole! Do you really think we'd go around outing you if you don't want it?" Terry declared. "Jesus, what do you take us for?"

"Hey, man, sorry if I pissed you off but you gotta understand where I'm coming from. I just can't do it now, man!" Alan said contritely.

"We understand, Alan. Believe me, I know exactly where you're coming from," Jonathan said, compassion flowing from his eyes. Then, quickly, a lewd gleam taking the place of the compassion, he said, "Strip off those clothes, guys and let's have an orgy!"

"As much as I'd like to, we can't, Jonathan!" Alan said. "I've got to get home and finish my homework before my folks come home from their weekend `get away'! If I don't, they'll kill me!"

"Yeah, I've got work to do, too" Adam piped up.

As they prepared to leave, Terry walked up to Adam, enveloped him in his arms and kissed him, murmuring, "I'm so fuckin' happy for you."

Jonathan embraced Alan and said "Thanks for the fantastic fuck, man!"

Returning the embrace, Alan replied with sincerity, "Thanks you for helping me learn something about myself that probably would have been a long time coming if you hadn't. God, what a fuckin' waste of time that would have been and I never would have met Adam if it wasn't for you guys. I owe you big time!"

After Alan and Adam left, Terry suggested that they get dressed and head out for some dinner. They decided on the Mexican place where it had all started for them, at least the pleasant part. While eating, they discussed the events of the weekend. What a great party it had turned out to be. How wonderful it was that Adam and Alan had found each other.

"Yeah, for a virgin, Alan sure took to fucking!" Jonathan commented.

"You should talk, you horny slut!" Terry laughed.

"You know, that's something you've never told me about. How'd you lose your cherry?"

"It was a long time ago, in Italy," Terry said.

With a warm smile of remembrance on his face, Terry related the story. His parents had leased a villa in Tuscany for the summer. Terry had just turned fourteen. One of the servants that had come with the place was the housekeeper's son, Paolo. He was the estate's grounds- keeper and to Terry he was the most beautiful boy in the world . . . seventeen years old, olive skinned with longish curly locks of silky brown hair framing his face . . . large soft brown eyes that seemed to look right into Terry's soul. Paolo was about 5' 9" tall and weighed probably only 150 pounds, a slim lithe wiry body, just starting to develop hair in strategic places . . . like between his pecs and a treasure map down from his navel. Terry followed Paolo around like a puppy dog, basking in the boy's beauty.

Since Terry was the son of il padrone, he did not object to the boy trailing every where he went. As a matter of fact, he rather enjoyed the attention the handsome boy was paying him, understanding the puppy love the boy was so obviously feeling. After all, when he was about the same age, didn't he feel the same way about Marcello, the older boy who lived in the village? Yes, he understood how Terry felt and he wondered if the situation would develop like that between him and Marcello.

As the summers in Tuscany are warm, Paolo would usually be found wearing only baggy peasant shorts as he worked around the estate. The sight of Paolo so dressed caused a stirring in Terry's groin that he didn't quite understand. He didn't understand why he felt the aching in his body whenever he was in Paolo's presence . . . how he had this almost uncontrollable secret desire to see the teenager fully naked . . . why he took every opportunity to try to peek up the legs holes of Paolo's baggy shorts hoping to get a glimpse of what might rest there . . . how even the teenager's most casual touch sent sparks of electricity directly to his nuts and cock. Oh, how he loved Paolo.

On one particularly hot July day, Terry and Paolo were the only two at the estate. Terry's parents had gone off to visit friends and with them gone, the other servants had repaired to the village for the food shopping and other things needed to maintain the estate. Thinking that he was at the estate alone, Paolo worked at cleaning the swimming pool. With the hot Italian sun beating down, the young man's body glistened with perspiration as he labored. Unknown to Paolo, Terry watched him from a distance. Soon, with the heat so unbearable, Paolo untied the woven belt holding up his shorts and let the shorts dropped to the deck of the pool. Kicking off his rope sandals, he stood naked for the world to see. He walked to the diving board, mounting it. He stood motionless for several seconds on the end of the board as if posing and then dove into the pool. On that day, the world that viewed his nudity and his posing consisted solely of Terry, well hidden in the courtyard.

The sudden sight of Paolo's nude body sent such a wave of lust and desire through Terry that he almost fainted. The rush of sexual feelings he experienced made him feel so lightheaded that he slowly dropped to the ground to keep from falling. `My God, he's so beautiful and I love him so much,' Terry thought as the image of Paolo standing by the pool naked burned into his consciousness. He reached down into his own shorts to grip the steel hard boycock that was straining against his underwear. Just touching himself caused him to involuntarily moan in passion. He didn't realize that Paolo had come out of the pool, so involved was he with his self- pleasure.

"Ah, ragazzo, spying on me, eh?" Paolo said quietly as he stood over the boy.

Terry, lost in lustful euphoria, had neither seen nor heard Paolo approach. When he opened his eyes at hearing Paolo's voice, he looked up to see the object of his desire standing over him. Paolo then squatted down next to the boy, his thighs splayed. Terry stared incredulously as Paolo's cock began to rise in erection before him. Mortally embarrassed, Terry pulled his hand from his own shorts. Silently, Paolo took Terry's hand in his own and guided it to his fully erect penis.

"Eez OK, ragazzo, touch it." Paolo said.

Terry, almost in a trance, touched the teenager's hard cock. He stroked his hand back and forth, pulling the boy's foreskin over the corona, squeezing a drop of pre-cum out of the slit.

"Andiamo, ragazzo," Paolo said as he rose, taking Terry's hand in his own. Together they walked to the edge of the pool where Paolo gathered up his shorts and sandals. He then led Terry to the pool house. Once in there, Paolo scooped the boy into his arms and kissed him full on the lips. Paolo then knelt down in front of the boy, and looking deeply into Terry eyes, gently unbuttoned Terry's shorts and pulled them and the underwear he wore down to the floor. Terry's hard boycock sprang to attention.

"Ah, bellisima," Paolo sighed as he took Terry's ballsack into his hand and penis into his mouth. Again, Terry almost lost consciousness. As he started slumping to the floor, Paolo released his grip from Terry's genitals and picked him up. He carried the boy to a lounge mattress and lay him down. Once he positioned Terry on his back with his legs spread, Paolo again took the boy's penis into his mouth and began to suck on it. Terry went straight from lightheadedness to cataclysmic orgasm, shooting spurt after spurt of creamy white boycum into Paolo's mouth.

Paolo did not swallow the sweet/tart boyjuice. Rather he spit it on his right hand and then began spreading it over his own cock. He also spread some of the slimy juice on and up into Terry's anus. He rolled the boy over onto his stomach and mounted the boy's body. His cock found it was to the puckered anus he had just been fingering. As he pushed his manhood into Terry's ass, Terry screamed in pain. Paolo stopped, placing a hand over Terry's mouth. As he once again began to move his aching cock into Terry's stretching asshole, Paolo whispered soothing Italian love words into Terry's ear. Soon, his cock was completely sheathed inside Terry's rectum, his arms were wrapped around Terry's body and he began a relentless fucking of the virgin asshole.

Terry's tormented asshole finally stretched enough that the searing pain diminished. The invading cock still caused him pain but he also sensed a modicum of pleasure as the stiff organ moved in and out of his body. Faster and faster Paolo plunged his dick in and out of the boy's ass. When the lustful pressure finally crested, Paolo ejaculated spurt after spurt into the boy. With each spasm of his dick, he lunged up the boy's ass until there no more spasms left. He collapsed on Terry, holding him tightly, whimpering incoherently, still in the after throes of a magnificent orgasm.

That was the first of many sexual encounters between the beautiful fourteen-year-old American boy and the equally beautiful Italian boy during that summer of passion and experimentation. Paolo taught Terry everything there was to know about male-to-male sex.

Terry & Jonathan

A Love Story

Chapter 21

"Jesus, Terry, what a story!" Jonathan said when Terry had completed his tale.

"Yeah, it was a great summer."

"What happened to Paolo?" Jonathan asked.

"My dad fired him."

"What? How come?" Jonathan asked.

"Well, it seems kinda funny now, but it wasn't when it happened. Early one morning, Dad came into my bedroom and caught me fucking Paolo."

"He what?" Jonathan gasped.

"He walked in and found me with my dick up Paolo's ass and he freaked!"

"Jesus, how'd that happen?"

Terry then went on to finish his tale . . .

Paolo and he were two very randy boys. From the very beginning, they couldn't get enough of each other. They fucked and sucked each other everywhere and anywhere they possibly could . . . the pool house, the barn, the chapel, the orchard . . . and eventually in Terry's own bed. After several weeks of making love together, Paolo began sneaking into the house, into Terry bedroom early in the morning before everyone was awake. That particular morning, Terry, whom Paolo had taught the joys of butt-fucking, had Poalo's legs high in the air and was pumping his 14-year old cock into the older boy's rectum. Terry's father had awakened early that morning and heard noises coming from Terry's bedroom and had gone there to make sure that his son was all right. He walked in just as Terry was about to climax.

The loud gasp of astonishment and surprise coming from his father's mouth startled Terry. As he whirled around to see where the gasp had come from, his cock pulled out of Paolo's ass but it was already too late. It was a classic case of coitus interruptus, or in this case, ejaculatus all over the plasus. As Terry looked helplessly at his father, his teenage penis, hard and throbbing and waving around in mid-air, spat out squirt after squirt of semen. The semen floated through the air and landed on Paolo's chest, abdomen and the bed. Stunned, Terry's father whirled around and left the room, speechless. When he had gained his composure, he returned to the room.

Paolo, also stunned at getting caught by his padrone, was struggling to get his breeches back on. Terry's father lunged at Paolo and slapped him hard across the face.

"Get out of my house! You're fired!" he yelled at Paolo.

"No, Dad!" Terry yelled.

"Terry, we'll discuss this later!" his father replied coldly, storming out of the room.

Terry broke down in tears. Paolo gathered him into his arms and caressed him. Sobs of despair racked Terry's young body. Paolo comforted the boy as best he could. Finally, when the sobbing subsided, Paolo lay the boy back down on his bed and moved to leave the room. He stopped at the door, casting one more glance at the young boy he loved. He touched his fingers to his lips, blowing a soft kiss to Terry, then left the room, his eyes filled with tears. That was the last time that Terry laid eyes on the first great love of his life . . .

"I thought you said your folks knew you were gay," Jonathan said.

"That's how they found out." Terry replied "Later in the morning, after I had gotten my shit together, I went in and talked it out with my dad.

I told him that sex with Paolo had been my idea, not Paolo's, and that I loved him and couldn't live without him. My dad just looked at me with a sad look in his eye and said,

"Terry, you're too young to know what you want. This is just a phase, just some experimentation you're going through. A lot of boys do it."

" `But, Dad! I love him,' I said!"

"He said, "I'm sorry, Son, but I can't let him stay here! You'll just have to accept that!' "

"I must have cried for a week," Terry then said. "I couldn't eat, I couldn't sleep. I lost weight. It was terrible how much I missed Paolo. It was like someone had ripped my heart out. Finally, my folks couldn't stand it anymore and we left Italy and came back here."

"That's too bad. Paolo really sounds nice, although I must admit, I'm glad you did come back."

"That was as happy as I have ever been, Babe, except maybe now with you. Paolo was so beautiful. Not just physically but inside, too. He was so gentle . . . none of that Italian male macho bullshit. His mom used to pack picnic baskets for us. We'd go up to the orchard on the hill above the villa and spread blankets under the trees. We'd take our clothes off and fuck our brains out and then just lay there for hours holding each other and talking, getting horny again and doing each other one more time! I used to just love to lie on him and have him hold me in his arms. He'd spread his legs and I'd crawl on top of him with my head resting on his chest and my legs between his. Our cocks would be touching. Oh, and I loved lying there and listening to his heart beat. He'd run his rough hands through my hair, kinda like petting me. And caress my back and shoulders. Oh, it was so fucking beautiful!"

"Stop it, Terry. You're making it sound so beautiful you're gonna make me cry!" Jonathan said, with eyes glistening.

"Sorry, Red."

"How did you ever get straight with your mom and dad?" Jonathan asked.

"We had long talks about what I was feeling. They set me up with a clinical psychologist. I knew that I was gay and I finally convinced them and the psychologist that this wasn't just experimentation but how I felt deep down inside, something I had no control over and something that just wasn't going to change. After that, I had some affairs with other guys and I never lied to my parents. I told them what I was up to . . . they finally accepted the inevitable. The last few years before they died in the accident were really nice. They even included my friends in things we used to do. They treated them like their sons."

"No shit?" Jonathan said, incredulously. "I can just see my old man reacting like that!"

"I'll bet right about now he wishes he had," Terry laughed.

"You can say that again! The bastard!" Jonathan chortled. "Jesus, Terry, you really are something else. I don't know where you get the balls!"

"All my life, from the time I was a little kid, my dad and my mom always told me that when I wanted something important to go for it, to never let anything stand in my way. They always told me not to worry about what other people thought, to trust my own judgement. By the time I was a teenager, they figured that if I didn't know right from wrong by then, I'd never know it. So, they trusted my judgement. Of course, every once and a while I had to remind them of what they drummed into me!" Terry said with a laugh.

"You're something else, man. I just wish I were more like you." Jonathan said with a shy smile.

"You are, Red. More than you know! I love you!"

Terry had Jonathan in his arms and was passionately kissing him when Jennifer and Jay walked in.

"Jesus H. Christ! They're at it again, Jay! I told you guys they're gonna fall off if you're not careful," Jennifer laughed.

Terry stood up with a leer on his lips, grabbed his hard cock and waved it at Jennifer.

"You're just jealous! You know you can't have this beauty!" Terry said.

"Well, it is a beauty, all right!" Jennifer giggled, "but I've got all I want right here," grabbing Jay by the crotch.

"Jennifer!" Jay said. "Cut it out!"

Jonathan blushed crimson on what was going on and the realization that his dick, too, was standing up hard as a rock.

"Watch this, Jennifer!" Terry said, as he bent over and took Jonathan's cock into his mouth.

"Terry!" Jennifer and Jonathan shouted at the same time as Terry laughed uproariously.

"You sex fiend! Now, go put some clothes on while I'll fix us something to eat!" Jennifer ordered.

The boys dutifully did as they were told, with Terry wiggling his ass seductively as they walked out of the room.

"Oh, that boy!" Jennifer said to Jay.

"Yeah, don't you wish we were that young and carefree, again?" Jay said wistfully.

As they climbed up the stairs, Jonathan asked, "Terry, why do you do things like that? It embarrasses me and I know it embarrasses Jennifer!"

"That's why I do it. You both are too uptight! Besides, it's probably got her all hot and bothered and she'll fuck Jay's brains out tonight!" Terry laughed

"You are so full of shit, Terry!"

"Well, we could take care of that. Let's take a shower and do the hose trick again." Terry said.

"Ooh, that sounds like fun. Think we have time?" Jonathan asked.

"We'll make time." Terry responded, bounding into the bathroom and turning on the water. "Come on, my lovely, it's water sport time!" he called over his shoulder.

Terry and Jonathan

A Love Story

Chapter 22

Ah, Life was Good! Terry and Jonathan loved each other wholeheartedly and now everyone in their circle of acquaintance knew it! No more subterfuge, no more sneaking around! The next day at school was uneventful except that the coming out party Terry threw over the weekend became common knowledge at Bolton Hall School. The girls looked a little differently at Jonathan now that he had acknowledged his sexuality. Several of the young women couldn't really believe that someone as handsome and masculine as he could possibly be gay. More than one of them offered to give him the opportunity of finding out whether he really preferred Terry's ass to their vaginas. Jonathan handled the situation casually, saying "Been there, done that!" with a smile when approached by any of the horny vixens.

Since Terry was occupied on a project that day and couldn't go along, Alan joined Jonathan for lunch. They went to a restaurant further removed than usual from school so that they could talk. The conversation on the way to the restaurant was not strained but somewhat circumspect. It was obvious to Jonathan that Alan wanted to talk about the events of the past weekend, but was shy about bringing it up. Once they were seated at a table, Jonathan brought the subject up.

"It was one helluva party Saturday, wasn't it?" Jonathan started tentatively.

Reacting as though the dam broke, Alan blushed and then gushed, "Oh, man, Jonathan. It was incredible!" Looking furtively around to make sure they couldn't be overheard, he continued. "After I got home, Adam called and we talked for hours and hours. It seemed like it was only minutes but it turned out we were on the phone for more than two hours. We talked about everything, Jonathan . . . our lives, how we felt about things . . . how we felt about each other . . . about you and Terry. I tell you, I'm crazy about that guy! I think I'm really in love!"

"Fan-fucking-tastic!" Jonathan said with a smile on his face and in his eyes.

"Yeah, and he told me what he wanted us to do to each other and we both got so fucking hot, we jacked off together . . . on the fucking phone! It was so cool! I could hear him moaning and groaning and, man, I was doing the same thing. I was stroking away like mad and then I shot all over myself."

"Hey, like one of those 900 numbers, huh?" Jonathan said.

"What's that?" Alan asked.

"You know, one of those phone sex numbers. You call a 900 number and they have some guys talk to you, telling you what they're gonna do to you. And then they really fuck you! They charge you about $3.00 a minute! If it takes you 30 minutes to get off, it's costs you $90!"

"No shit?" Alan said with an incredulous look on his face.

"Yep!" Jonathan replied.

"Fuck that, man! Who needs it? I've got Adam to get me off!"

"When you gonna see him again?" Jonathan asked.

"Tonight, after practice. We're gonna get something to eat and then we're gonna try to find a place to fuck!"

"Shit, why don't you guys come over to the house. Terry won't mind and neither will Jennifer and Jay. Hell, she'll cook dinner for us and then you guys can do whatever you want. Terry's got about six fucking bedrooms in that place."

"Who are Jennifer and Jay?" Alan asked.

"The couple that takes care of the place. They're really cool. Man, nothing fazes them. They walked in on us yesterday just after you left. Terry and I were both naked and boned up and they just laughed. That fucker Terry even teased them. The bastard started sucking on my cock right in front of them, just to give them a jab!"

"No shit?" Adam retorted. "What'd you guys do?"

"While Jen cooked dinner, we went upstairs, took a shower and fucked!"

"You're kidding!" Alan said, flabbergasted.

"Would I shit you?" Jonathan said.

As the boys ate lunch, they made their plans. Alan was going to beep Adam and leave a message telling him they were to meet at Terry's place. Jonathan was to call Jennifer to tell her to expect two more for dinner. When they got back to school, Jonathan found Terry and explained the situation. Terry thought it was a great idea and called Jennifer himself.

Swim practice went off without a hitch. Both Terry and Jonathan made an extra effort not to embarrass Alan in any way. After practice in the locker room, as the team members began undressing for their showers, the Coach Brownley leaned into the locker room, saying to Terry.

"Terry, I gotta take off early. Will you make sure that the place is locked up before you leave?

"Sure, Coach. No problem. I'll take care of it!"

After the coach had gone, Sam said, "You two gonna fight in the shower today or fuck each other?"

"Shit, if we did do something, it would blow your fucking mind, Asshole1" Terry teased.

"Wouldn't bother me none," Sam said.

"Yeah, sure!" Jonathan chipped in.

In a matter of minutes, all the guys were under the showers, bodies being soaped and rinsed, hair shampooed. Terry, being in one of his mischievous moods, did something that in all the years the guys had known him, he had never done before.

"Hey, Sam! Watch this!" he yelled. As Sam and the other guys stood there, mouths agape, he grabbed Jonathan, took him in his arms and planted a big juicy kiss on the boy's mouth! Jonathan blushed furiously but in spite of his embarrassment, his dick began to lengthen, as did Terry's.

"Face it, Guys. You've always wanted to see what some other guy's dick looks like with a boner, so here it is!" Terry laughed, grabbing his cock in one hand and Jonathan's in the other. Jonathan was totally mortified when Terry then released his cock and moved around behind him and embraced him, his hard cock pushing up against Jonathan's ass.

"Terry! Stop it!" Jonathan pleaded.

"You fucking perverts!" Sam giggled. "You really let him stick that big thing up your ass, Jonathan?"

Jonathan was too stunned by the turn of events to even reply. He just stood there, frozen, his cock in one of Terry's hands, a firm nipple in the other and Terry's cock pressed between his legs. Alan, standing under the shower across from the two boys, was equally astounded.

"Go for it! Fuck him!" Sam called out.

Only one of the team mates, the sullen and standoffish Chris, was sufficiently disturbed by what he saw to leave the shower. The rest of the guys stayed, curious as to what was gonna happen. Terry began to slowly jack Jonathan's cock off as everyone watched. Simultaneously, he began moving his own cock back and forth between Jonathan's legs. Jonathan, love and lust overcoming his embarrassment and reticence leaned his head back to Terry's shoulder and whispered in his ear, "Go ahead, Terry. Fuck me!" With that, he bent over at the waist, waiting for Terry to enter him.

As their teammates gathered around, Terry slicked his cock up with some soap. He aimed his dick toward's Jonathan's asshole and slowly entered his lover. As he slid further and further up the hot hole, he heard the comments . . . "Shit, he actually doing it!"... "Oh, man, look at that! His cock's really going up Riley's hole" . . . "Fuck, I don't believe it!" As Terry's dick moved within him, Jonathan became lost in the glorious feelings coursing through his body. His revery was only broken when he heard someone say loudly, "Jesus Christ, Alan!" Jonathan opened his eyes, taking in the scene. All of the guys had sprung boners watching the Terry and Jonathan make love. No one's was bigger or harder than Alan's.

"Jesus, Alan. You're a fucking horse!" Sam gasped when he focused on the size of massive cock standing out from Alan's pubes. "Yours make mine look like I'm in kinder garden!"

The other guys briefly took their eyes off the fucking boys to see what Sam was raving about. They all looked at Alan in amazement. The sight of Terry and Jonathan and now Alan sporting a humongous hard on got them all going. Soon, every guy in the room was stroking his hard cock. Jonathan looked up at Alan and beckoned him. As Alan neared, Jonathan reached his hand out and gently grasped the magnificent cock. Drawing Alan ever closer, he then opened his mouth and sucked the fat cock in as far as he could. Gasps escaped the lips of the teammates as they watch Alan begin to fuck Jonathan's face . . . "Oh, fuck, look at that!"... "Oh, shit, I'm gonna shoot my fuckin load!" ...

The scene in the showers had such an effect on Terry that he was now really reaming Jonathan's asshole. Jonathan grunted and groaned, a big hard cock in his mouth and a somewhat smaller cock in his ass. Terry stiffened and shot a large load of cum into the boy. As he pulled out, Alan stopped his assault on Jonathan's mouth and moved around behind the bent-over youth.

Jonathan, delirious with passion, grunted in erotic ecstacy as the large dick entered his asshole and another assault on his prostate gland began. Without saying a word, Sam moved in front of Jonathan and slipped his hard cock into Jonathan's mouth. In seconds, Sam's cock exploded in orgasm.

As Sam shakily moved away, Terry took his place. Instead of stuffing his cock into Jonathan's mouth, he dropped to his knees and swallowed Jonathan's cock to the hilt. He tenderly squeezed Jonathan's nuts in his hand and lovingly sucked Jonathan to orgasm. The spasm of Jonathan's sphincter muscle caused Alan to erupt in climax. One by one, those boys who hadn't already shot their wads began to cum in a frenzy of whipping hands and moans of passion. As the swimmers regained their composure, they once again moved to their showers, washing off. Terry laved Jonathan's body and again kissed his lover. As they embraced, the shower room began to silently empty leaving them to the solitary lovemaking.

As the team dried off and dressed, lost in their own thoughts and amazed at what they had witnessed, Sam said seriously, "Man, that was something else. Even Janine can't suck cock like that!" One of the guys finally got up the nerve to say to Alan, "What did it feel like fuckin' him?

Was it as good as fuckin a girl's cunt?" Alan, bravely owned up to the fact that he had no basis for comparison since he was still a virgin. More than one of the boys, notwithstanding their previous boasts and bluffs, related to what Alan had just said. And, more than one of them secretly wished that they could have taken Alan's place, if only to feel what it was like to cum inside another human being, man or woman, boy or girl.

When Terry and Jonathan finally exited the shower room, only Alan remained . . . or so they thought. Alan looked up from tying his sneakers and beamed in happiness and contentment at his friends. He moved over and shyly gave both Terry and Jonathan a chaste kiss. While this was taking place, Chris, the boy who had left the shower room in embarrassment stealthily looked on. Unbeknownst to the other guys, Chris had remained, out of sight, witnessing the entire episode. Equally repulsed and yet excited by what he saw, he quietly left the gym. "I'll show them,' he thought to himself. `I'm finally going to get back at those bastards for the way they been treating me. They're really gonna be sorry.'

Terry & Jonathan

A Love Story

Chapter 23

Before the day's swim practice began, Coach Brownley sat in his office shuffling papers. His heart really wasn't into doing all the paperwork that came with coaching but it had to be done. It unfortunately was part and parcel of the job. As he worked, he heard a knock. Looking up, he saw Chris Olden standing there.

"Coach, I really gotta talk to you!" Chris said.

Somewhat irritated at the interruption, Coach Brownley said, "Sure, Chris. Come on in. What's the problem?"

Chris looked around furtively, then entered the room, closing the door behind him. He had a self-satisfied smirk on as his face as he said, "Coach, after you left last night, some really disgusting things happened in here!"

Coach hated snitches but figured he'd better listen. "Yeah, just what happened, Chris."

"It's that faggot Terry and his new boyfriend."

Fully aware of Terry's sexual orientation, the coach asked, "What boyfriend is that, Chris"

"Jonathan Riley. Terry fucked him in the butt right in the shower room last night . . . right in front of everybody. And some of the other guys even got in on it!"

"How do you know this, Chris?" the coach asked.

"I saw it! I left the shower room when they first started that queer stuff because it was so disgusting but I stayed around just to see how perverted they really were. And, boy, I saw everything! Mathers, Riley, Alan . . . even Sam. Coach, we can't have that kind of stuff going on in the showers. You got to kick them off the team!" Chris said with agitation.

"Calm down, Son. Thanks for telling me about this. I'll look into it," the coach said soothingly. Now, why don't you get ready for practice."

"I don't want to practice, today, Coach, if you don't mind."

"Sure, Chris, whatever!" the coach responded. "You go on home and let me take care of this. Another thing. Don't tell anybody what you've told me, OK?"

"OK, Coach." Chris said. The boy turned and went to the door. As he opened it, he said, "I sure hope you do something about those perverts, Coach. People like that don't deserve to be on the team."

The coach thought about what had just been related to him. His first reaction was one of disgust . . . not at what he had been told but by the little weasel who took it upon himself to be the moral arbiter of the other boy's lives. Then he thought about what he had been told. `So, Terry's been fucking Jonathan. I wondered how long that was gonna take. You could see that Jonathan had a thing for Terry ever since school started. God, I would have loved to have seen that! And, Sam and Alan, too. That must have really been hot.' As coach contemplated the situation, his own cock began to swell. Coach was a secret connoisseur of boy flesh. That's one of the reasons he became a swim coach. He loved looking at beautiful young athletic bodies . . . loved how taut and lithe boy swimmers were at that age, how their musculature was just beginning to be defined . . . how hairless and beautiful these young boys were. Once the boys got overly muscular and hairy, he lost interest in them. And, the swim suits he had picked for the team had been a stroke of genius. He had researched all the equipment manufacturers until he found the one that made the skimpiest of suits. These were the ones he ordered for the team . . . ones that just barely covered the boys' asses . . . ones that just barely contained the cocks and balls of his young charges . . . ones that even showed wisps of pubic hair.

Of all the team members, Terry was the one who excited the coach the most. The boy's tall, lithe body, the big cock and balls that swung between the boy's legs and the melon-shaped ass had never failed to give the coach a roaring hard on. On more than one occasion, the coach had secreted himself in the locker room so that he could appreciate Terry's beauty unnoticed. And, Jonathan Riley. That redheaded boy also made his blood boil. God, I would have loved to watch Terry fucking that kid's tight little ass,' he thought. Oh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Why did I have to leave early yesterday?'

The coach got up to close and lock the door to his office. He moved back to his desk and as he sat down in his chair, he pulled his sweat pants and jockstrap down around his ankles. His bulbous cock sprang straight up against his abdomen, dripping copious amounts of precum. As he slowly began stroking the fat cock, he put his feet up on the desk and spread his thighs.

He licked a finger on his free hand and stuffed it up his ass. As he fingered his prostate, he felt his climax approaching. Just in time, he stood up and, moaning in ecstasy, shot a massive amount of cum into his waste basket. As he squirted out his load, it dripped down the sides of the metal trash container. Quivering with excitement, he didn't remove his finger from his ass but continued to manipulate his gland, hoping to coax another orgasm from his rapidly deflating cock. `Shit, I wish I were 17 again. I'll bet those kids came come time after time without a rest,' he thought ruefully. After reluctantly removing his finger from his rectum and with his clothes still bunched around his ankles, he waddled into his bathroom to clean up.

After practice that afternoon, he once again stopped into the locker room.

"Terry, can I talk to you before you go home tonight?" the coach said to the boy.

"Sure, Coach," Terry replied. "I'll stop by after I shower."

Terry went into the shower room with the rest of the guys and washed himself clean.

"Jonathan, I don't know what the fuck is going on but the coach said I should go talk to him in his office. I wonder what's so secret that he can't talk about it in front of everyone."

After finishing shampooing, he left Jonathan in the shower room with Alan and the rest of the team. He wrapped a towel around his waist and walked to the coach's office.

"You wanted to see me, Coach?" Terry said, standing in the doorway.

"Yes, Terry. Come on in and close the door behind you," the coach said, pleased that Terry had not dressed. "Sit down, please."

As Terry sat down, the towel separated a bit, giving coach an unobstructed view of the flaccid cock and loose-hanging nuts that reposed between the boy's thighs. Terry noticed that the focus of the coach's attention had become his genitalia. More than once, Terry had noticed the coach looking at him. As though trying to get a closer look, Coach Brownley moved around to the front of his desk and leaned back. Terry couldn't help but notice that Coach's crotch was bulging suspiciously like he was sporting a hard on. Terry self-consciously crossed his legs and rearranged his towel.

The last thing he wanted was to be the cause of coach's obvious excitement.

"Terry, uh, Son. It's come to my attention that there was something of a party going on in here last night and that you were one of the principal participants."

"What do you mean, Coach? I never came in here!" Terry said, trying to skirt the issue.

"I don't mean my office, Terry. I mean the shower room."

"Who told you that?" Terry asked in a calm tone of voice.

"Well, let's just say, I got the whole story."

"Just exactly was supposed to have happened?" Terry continued, unintimidated.

"Well, the way I heard the story, you fucked young Riley in the ass in the shower room and right in front of the whole team. Is that true?" the coach asked.

"Coach, just what are you getting at?" Terry said, suddenly staring directly at the coach's bulging crotch. "Just exactly do you want me to say."

"Well, Son, that kind of behavior isn't really proper here on school property, now is it? And if the allegations are true, well, you could be in all kinds of trouble. Now, I don't want to see you, ahem, be disciplined, son . . . " the coach said as he slowly drew his hand down to his groin and began to rub it. "I'm sure we can reach some sort of compromise, now, can't we?"

With that, the coach dropped to his knees in front of Terry and pulled the towel open. He put his hands between Terry's thighs and pushed them apart. He leaned forward and took Terry's soft cock into his mouth.

Very calmly and coldly, Terry said, "Coach. What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

The coach let Terry's still flaccid cock slip from his lips and said, "Come on, Terry. We both know you want this as much as I do. Cooperate and I'll make sure that nothing happens to you." With that he once again took the boy's dick into his mouth.

"Jonathan! Alan! Sam!" Terry yelled.

Suddenly, the door opened and in barged the entire swim team. Everybody had a perfect view of the coach down on his knees with Terry's soft cock completely enveloped in his mouth.

"Guys, it seems that Coach here found out about what happened in the shower room yesterday. He's generously offered to keep quiet about it . . . if I let him suck on my dick. What do you guys think I should do?" Terry said sarcastically as he pushed the coach off.

"You bastard," Jonathan shouted at the coach.

"Calm down, Red," Terry said reassuringly. Turning to Coach Brownley, Terry said, "Coach, what makes you think that I'd let you intimidate me into doing something I don't want to do? Now, the rest of you guys, clear out, OK. The coach and I are going to have a private heart-to-heart talk. You, too, Jonathan, OK? Please? Humor me."

After the boys left, Terry said to the Coach,

"Coach, apparently you don't know what the situation around here is.

Let me help you to understand. First off, I am filthy fucking rich! Secondly, everyone, from the headmaster to the janitor around here knows that I'm gay. It's no secret. Thirdly, for the last two years, I've personally donated $1 million a year to the school's endowment fund. This year, the Board of Trustees is after me for even more. Getting the picture? Do you really think that they would jeopardize that kind of money by taking any action against me or anyone I didn't want them too just because of something as insignificant as a little consensual sex?"

The coach, still on his knees in front of Terry, stared at the boy, astonished by what he was being told. Terry went on.

"Coach, I think your tenure here at Bolton Hall is just about up. I think you should immediately tender your resignation to the headmaster, effective at the end of the school year."

"Why, Terry?" the coach sputtered. "Hey, I was only kidding. I didn't think you'd take me seriously, heh,heh!"

"Coach, you still don't seem to understand. I could give less than a shit that you wanted to suck on my dick. Under different circumstances, I might have even let you," Terry said, fingering his cock. "Yeah, you wanted this piece of meat in your mouth and you figured you'd blackmail me to get it. Well, that isn't going to happen. What I'm trying to tell you is that I'm not offended that you're a closet queer. I can understand that. What offends me is that you are such an unprincipled bastard . . . that you'd attempt to take advantage of a kid you're supposed to be helping and watching out after. And, if you'd try that on me, God only knows what you'd do to some other poor unsuspecting kid. Well, I'm just not going to let that happen, understand?"

"But, but, Terry. I've never touched any of you guys before. Give me a break. Shit, what am I gonna do?"

"You're gonna resign, Coach. And if you don't, I'll have you sacked.

I've got, what, ten witnesses that saw you sitting there sucking on my cock.

I'm giving you the opportunity to get out of here with your reputation intact."

Coach Brownley was distraught at the turn of events. He needed this job . . . it was his ticket to bigger and more important positions.

"Please, Terry, don't do this." Coach pleaded.

"Look, Coach, I'm not going to change my mind. I suggest that you immediately begin looking for another coaching position, preferably at an all-girls school. That way, you'll stay out of trouble. And, until you do find another job, if I find out that you've come on to any of the other guys, I'll have you arrested. Understand me?"

Terry pushed the demoralized coach away and stood up, his cock tantalizingly dangling in the coach's face. To complete the coach's humiliation, Terry turned, spread his cheeks apart, and fingered his butthole.

"You probably want to bury your tongue up here, too. But, that's not gonna happen either," Terry said as he walked out of the office.

Terry and Jonathan

A Love Story

Chapter 24

Terry walked out of the coach's office and headed once more for the showers. His encounter with the coach made him feel dirty somehow.

He wanted to wash any trace of the coach from his body, fastidiously scrubbing down his cock to eliminate any saliva that may have remained from the coach's abortive attempt at a blow job.

Jonathan and the rest of the team had waited for him in the locker room. As he dried off, the guys gathered around him, peppering him with questions . . . How'd the coach find out?' ... What did he want you to do?'... `Coach really tried to suck your cock?'

"There's only one way he could have found out what went on here yesterday. That had to come from the little bastard, Chris," Terry said. "He's the only one who didn't stick around. I'll bet the little shit snuck back in and watched."

Together, the boys plotted their revenge. It took a diabolical form. At practice the next day, the whole team acted as if nothing had happened. After the workout, they ended up in the shower room together, Chris included. Chris, as usual, went to the farthest shower head, well away from the rest of the guys. He turned his back facing the wall as he washed. Once he had applied shampoo to his hair and lathered up, the rest of the team quietly encircled him. They positioned themselves so that he could not escape from the shower room. As he rinsed his hair, he realized that something was terribly amiss. When the suds were finally washed from his eyes, he opened them. Standing directly in front of him was Terry and Jonathan.

"Look, Jonathan. Doesn't Chris have a pretty little dick? And, such nice, tender little nuts," Terry said, his words dripping with sarcasm.

"Yeah, nice little ass, too," Jonathan responded.

Terry reached down and took the boy's soft cock into his hand. In spite of the wave of fear that rushed over him, Chris's cock began to grow in Terry's warm hand. Soon, he had a full-fledged, six-inch boner standing straight out from his body.

"Oh, looks like he likes it, Terry!" Jonathan said.

"Yeah, I'll bet he'd like a blow job, too, and I know where he can get one!" Terry said.

"Leave me alone, you perverts!" Chris said in a trembling voice.

"Ah, come on, Chris. You know you want it!" Jonathan said icily.

With that the team converged on the frightened boy. They grabbed his arms and legs and lifted him from the ground.

"What are you gonna do to me? Leave me alone!" he said, fear in his voice.

"We're gonna see to it that you get that blowjob you've been looking for, you little weasel," Terry said. "Come on, Guys."

The boys picked Chris up and carried him struggling to the coach's office. Despite his fear and trepidation, Chris's cock remained erect. The feel of the other guys' hands all over his body was a powerful aphrodisiac, something had he fantasized about in his private moments. Terry flung the coach's door open catching the Coach in surprise. The team carried Chris, legs splayed, dick erect, over to where the coach was sitting.

"What the hell is this?" Coach said.

"You wanted a dick to suck so we brought you one, Coach." Terry said.

The coach stared at the hard penis sported by his snitch, Chris.

The boys carried Chris closer and closer to the coach until the boy's legs were being held up on either side of the coach's head, his hard dick and droopy nuts inches away from the coach's mouth. Several of the team gathered to help hold Chris's body in position.

"Suck on it, Coach!" Terry ordered.

Coach Brownlee looked up at Terry with a look that bespoke both his terror and his longing. Unable to resist, he sucked Chris's cock into his mouth. The feel of the coach's hot mouth on his cock caused Chris's body to stiffen. The coach swallowed the hard prick all the way to the root, his tongue caressing the underside of the boy's shaft, the head buried at the back of the coach's throat.

"Lift him higher!" Terry commanded.

The team members lifted Chris higher while several pulled his legs back. As they repositioned the boy, the coach's mouth released the hard dick. Soon his mouth found its way to the boy's nuts. As he licked and sucked on the hanging orbs, Terry barked, "Eat his asshole, Coach!"

The coach, by now consumed with lust, buried his face in the upheld ass. His tongue found its way to the puckered anus. The coach licked and probed Chris' asshole as the boy's nuts began to draw uptight against his body. Terry nodded to the guys holding Chris up. They pulled the boy away from the coach's hungry mouth.

"Lie down on the floor, Coach!" Terry said, again issuing commands to the coach.

The coach did as he was told. He laid on his back on the office floor. The team mates lowered Chris's body to a standing position, then roughly shoved him to where the coach was situated.

"All right, Chris. Jam your dick back into his mouth and fuck him!" Terry ordered.

Chris, now in a lustful frenzy, pounced on the coach, aiming his dick for the hot, wet orifice. He straightened out his arms and legs, balancing himself on his toes and fingertips and began a violent assault on the coach's mouth. As he fucked in and out of Coach Brownlee's mouth, Terry reached down, spread Chris's asscheeks and rammed his middle finger up Chris's wet juicy asshole all the way to the third knuckle. He then grabbed the boy's nutsack in his other hand, squeezing the retracted orbs. In a rage of lust, Chris viciously fucked the coach's mouth and Terry's finger. Before long, Terry felt the boy's sphincter muscle begin to clamp. Chris shoved his cock as far into the coach's mouth as he possibly could, screamed in ecstacy and ejaculated spurt after spurt of his boycum into the hot slippery throat. Coach Brownlee grabbed Chris buttocks and held the boy tightly, keeping Chris from pulling out of his mouth. He greedily swallowed every spurt of Chris's cum, relishing its sweet/tart acrid taste.

Finally, Chris collapsed on top of the coach. Terry gave his tight little asshole one more violent jab and then pulled his finger out of the tight hole.

"You two deserve each other," Terry said as he turned to leave.

He and the other guys made their way back to the shower room. Elated and excited that they had revenged themselves, the boys resumed their showers. Within minutes, Chris and the coach, now naked and chubbed up, entered the shower. Now sneering with a renewed confidence, Coach Brownlee bent Chris over, soaped up the boy's ass and his own cock with shampoo and unceremoniously shoved it up the boy's ass. Chris howled in pain as he was entered but made no effort to resist. The team watched the coach as he plucked Chris' cherry and then left the shower to dress and go home.

All the way home, Jonathan was strangely silent, which was unusual for him. Since he and Terry had fallen in love, Jonathan had come out of his shell. Instead of the quiet, shy somewhat sullen young man he was before that pivotal event, he now was an ebullient teenager, full of playful energy, good humor and what Terry's father used to call `piss and vinegar.' Today, though, he was quiet, pensive. Terry, now finely attuned to his lover's moods, gently probed.

"What's wrong, Freckles? You OK?"

"Oh, shit, Terry, I don't know. This afternoon's got me bugged." Jonathan said quietly.

"What do you mean, Babe?" Terry asked.

"I hope you don't get mad at me but, damn it, I don't like what we did today."

"Oh, Jonathan, lighten up!" Terry said, exasperated.

"No, Terry! I'm not proud of what we did and I don't like myself for doing it."

Just about then, they arrived home. Without another word, Jonathan grabbed his backpack, got out of the car, entered the house and went straight up to the boys' bedroom. He walked right past Jennifer without even acknowledging her greeting. When Terry finally entered the house, Jennifer looked at him questioningly.

"Hi, Jen!" Terry said.

"What's with Jonathan?" she asked with concern.

"Oh, nothing. He's just had a bad day." Terry replied, heading up the stairs.

When he entered the room, Jonathan was lying on the bed, his head buried in a pillow. Terry moved to the bed and sat down next to him. He reached up and began to rub Jonathan's back and shoulders. When Jonathan didn't respond as he usually did, Terry turned him over. Tears brimmed in Jonathan's green eyes. He sobbed and then reached up and grabbed Terry in a tight embrace. Terry held Jonathan closely as the boy cried.

"Oh, baby, what's wrong? Come on, now. Stop crying, Red. It's OK." Terry said as he gently caressed Jonathan's back.

"Oh, man. You know what I was today? I was my old man!" Jonathan sniffled. "That's exactly the shitty kind of thing he would have done!"

"Come on, Jonathan. You're not anything like your dad!" Terry said, surprised at the outburst.

"Oh, yes I am. And today proved it!" Jonathan said vehemently with a tinge of sadness and self-loathing in his voice.

"Come on, Red. What was so bad about what we did? They both deserved what they got!"

"When we first got together, whether you realized it or not, you taught me a really important lesson. You forgave me for being such an asshole. You forgave me for what I did and that made me feel so fucking good inside. Jesus, Terry, that's one of the things that made me fall in love with you. Now it seems that all you do is get even with people . . . first the guy from the company, then my dad and now Chris. Whatever happened to your forgiving nature?"

Terry was stunned. He hadn't had this kind of personal criticism since his folks had passed away. Angry and hurt, he released his grip on Jonathan. He rose from the bed and walked out of the room.

The confusion and anger that gripped him disoriented him. He had to get out of this place. He ran out of the door, fired up the Viper and drove off with a squeal of rubber and a cloud of smoke and dust. He drove much too fast, taking curves at a dangerous pace. Several times he almost collided with oncoming traffic. Finally, on the old Mulholland Highway, he reached Lookout Point. He screeched to a stop overlooking the valley. As it was now dusk, the lights of the valley began to be visible. Soon it would be dark and familiar city landscape would become a blanket of lights stretching all the way to the horizon.

Terry rested his head on the steering wheel and began to weep, the hot tears dissipating his anger.

"What if Jonathan's right?" he said out loud.

A jumble of thoughts tormented the young man's soul. Had he turned into some kind of vicious, vindictive ogre? He certainly didn't have that view of himself but maybe he had. After all, hadn't the one person in the whole world that he unconditionally loved just laid him low with that accusation? With a monumental ache in his heart, Terry wept like he hadn't wept since he lost his parents. When he finally gained control of his emotions, he knew one thing with the utmost of certainty. . . he had to get back home and make it up to Jonathan. He put the Viper's gear shift in reverse, backed out of the parking lot and slowly and calmly drove home, back to the love of his life, back to the only future he wanted to envision - a future only worthwhile if his beautiful Jonathan was at his side.

Terry and Jonathan

A Love Story

Chapter 25 - Final Chapter

Once safely parked in the driveway, Terry ran up the front stairs and into the house. He bolted up the stairs and barged into the bedroom expecting to find Jonathan there. To his surprise and disappointment, the room was empty. Panicking, he raced back down the stairs. He searched every corner of the house but couldn't find Jonathan or Jennifer and Jay. A wrenching sick feeling clutched his guts. What if, in disgust, Jonathan had left him? Oh, God, his heart couldn't stand that!

Terry moved slowly, dispiritedly through the family room and out onto the patio. He stopped, letting his eyes get used to the dark. He scanned the back yard looking for some sign of the redheaded boy he loved so much. When the darkened gazebo at the back of the large garden came into focus, his heart literally skipped a beat. Someone was sitting there in the dark, immobile. Terry just knew it was Jonathan. He streaked toward the structure, vaulting chaise lounges, tables and planters. The closer he got, the more sure he was that it was Jonathan.

The sounds of some unknown object or thing bearing down on him startled Jonathan out of his revery. As he stood and turned to the direction of the noise, Terry's body hurtled into his. Jonathan felt strong arms envelope him in a tight embrace, warm lips press against his and wet tears trickle down on his cheeks. His relief and excitement matched Terry's.

"I've been acting like a complete shithead. Can you ever forgive me?" Terry tearfully pleaded.

Wrapping his arms around Terry, Jonathan said, tears brimming his eyes, too, "You could be a serial killer and I'd forgive you. Nothing could ever stop me from loving you, Sweetheart. Nothing!"

"Oh, God. I was so sure I'd lost you . . . that you'd leave me.

When I got home and you weren't in the house I just panicked. If I ever lost you, Red, I'd . . . I'd die!" Terry wept.

"That ain't gonna happen, Ter, ever! That'd be like cutting out my own heart," Jonathan said, kissing the tears from Terry's eyes.

They walked, arms wrapped around each other, back to the house.

Before they settled on the large sofa in the darkened den, Terry put some soft romantic music on the stereo, Paul Desmond's `Polka Dots and Moonbeams' disc. As they lie there enfolded in each other's arms, they talked like they had never before.

"I guess I'm not as smart or grown up as I thought I was, huh, Babe" Terry said softly. "I've been acting like a silly school boy."

"I don't know how to break this to you, Babe. That's exactly what you are!" Jonathan chuckled.

"I thought I was so fucking smart! I have more money than I'll ever be able to spend. I own businesses, stocks, bonds, a fantastic house, great cars, you name it. Powerful people walk around like they're on egg shells when they're around me. I guess I just got a little carried away. Thank God for you guys. If it weren't for you and Jen and Jay, I'd be a total asshole. This way, I'm only half an asshole."

"Well, I guess we both have a lot of growing up to do. I mean, shit, we're only 17. What'd you expect?"

"I guess I expect better of myself than I've been acting and, Red, so do you. You made that pretty clear tonight. And, you were right. I've been acting like some incredible fucking spoiled rich brat . . . just the kind of person I don't like . . . I didn't even see it. Jesus, what an asshole!"

"You're not mad at me then?" Jonathan asked quietly.

"Good God, no, Babe!" Terry exclaimed with vehemence. "And, I promise. I'm going to change. No more getting even, no more throwing my weight around unless it's absolutely the last possible option."

"I don't know what to say, Ter," Jonathan said quietly.

"Look, Babe, tomorrow I'm going to violate this promise, OK? I'm going to go into Coach and apologize and then I'm gonna tell him he doesn't have to resign. Then I'm gonna apologize to Chris. Then, I'm gonna call my lawyers and have them drop the charges against your dad.

I'm not going to offer him or Goldberg their jobs back, though. That turned out to be a good business decision. Ms. Silverman is doing a fantastic job at Spectrum. And besides Goldberg got picked up by another company. He's making more money now than he did at Spectrum."

"Are you sure about all of this, Terry?"

"Yeah, you hit it square on, Red. I had no right to go around like some goddamn avenging angel.' It's time to make up for all that and then get on with our lives . . . and I do mean our lives.' I'm in it for the long haul with you, Babe."

"Oh, God, I love you, you pigheaded asshole," Jonathan said, tears once again glistening in his eyes. "What the hell did I ever do to deserve someone like you?"

"I think I should be asking that question, Red," Terry said solemnly.

The boys then gathered up Jen and Jay, told them to put on their finest and the four of them piled into the Rolls and drove to dinner at Ristorante Rex, one of the priciest restaurants in Los Angeles. It was a celebration dinner of sorts - a celebration of the slow but continuing maturity of the two boys, a celebration of their commitment to each other and a celebration of the new financial security in which Jen and Jay found themselves. Jay even tried to pay the bill but Terry wouldn't let him. After all, when you included the bottle of Crystal champaign consumed by Jen and Jay, the dinner bill was more than $600.00. Terry could afford it.

The next day, Terry called his attorneys, arranging a meeting with them and asking them to set one up with Jonathan's father. At school, he cornered a very nervous Coach Brownlee in his office and made his amends. Just as he was leaving, Chris walked in and Terry apologized to him also. Just to show his sincerity, Terry took Chris's face in his hands and kissed the boy. As Terry left, he couldn't help but enjoy the stunned look on both Chris's face and that of the Coach.

That afternoon, Terry met with Mr. Andrews, explained the situation and what he wanted done. Shortly thereafter, Arthur Riley arrived and was ushered into a conference room. As Terry entered, Riley jumped up in anger.

"What are you doing here, you fucking fruit?" Riley snarled as he headed for the door.

"Mr. Riley. You know, you're really making this difficult. Please sit down." Terry said calmly.

"Why should I? I've got nothing to say to you and I'm not interested in what some baby- faced queer's got to say!" Riley fumed.

"Please, Mr. Riley, please hear the young man out," Mr. Andrews said. "I think you'll be very interested in what Terry has to say. It directly involves your future."

"All right, but make it snappy. I haven't got all day," Riley retorted and sat down.

"Mr. Riley. First off let me say that I fully understand how you feel about me. You're not so different from the vast majority of the population. But, your disgust isn't going to change what I am, or for that matter what Jonathan is," Terry said deliberately.

Riley tense on hearing his son's name mentions.

"Let me continue, Mr. Riley. I don't really expect you to understand this but I love Jonathan with all my heart and I know that he loves me. Like it or not, we're gonna spend the rest of our lives together. One day, who knows, maybe the laws will change and we'll be able to marry each other. That's neither here nor there. The reason I asked you here today is that I wanted personally to tell you that I have decided to drop the embezzlement charges filed against you. You should know that this decision goes contrary to the advice of my counsel and the District Attorney's office. But, it's a decision I've made."

"What?" Riley gaped in astonishment.

"You heard it correctly, Mr. Riley. I've decided to not pursue the charges that have been filed against you. I'm asking the DA's office to drop the case against you and girlfriend."

"What's the catch?" Riley said warily.

"Well, there are several conditions, Mr. Riley," Attorney Andrews interjected. "Number one, all the money you took has to be returned. That won't be much of a problem since the account that it was in is frozen."

"Please allow me. I'll take it from here, Mr. Andrews," Terry interrupted. "Thank you very much for all your help. I'll stop by your office when I'm through," Terry said, more a command than a request for permission.

After the lawyer had left the conference room, Terry silently stood looking at Arthur Riley. The disgust and loathing Terry felt for the wretched human before him being played out over his face. Terry then continued,

"Mr. Riley. The remaining conditions are these. You will not, I repeat, not contest the divorce action your wife has filed and the settlement you offer her must be very generous. My attorney's will be representing her and they will make sure that you do just that.. Do you understand?" Terry said coldly.

"You're out of your fucking mind, you little pervert!" Riley spat out.

"As I said earlier, you're making this really difficult for me, Mr. Riley. If I allowed myself, and only God knows how much I really want to, I'd squash you like the little cockroach you really are. But, there are other considerations. Back to the business at hand. You will never, ever say one word about this conversation to either Jonathan or Mrs. Riley. Do I make myself clear?"

"You are nuts!" Riley once again spat out.

"Mr. Riley, look at it this way. As it stands now, you face a prison sentence of eight to ten years for embezzlement. With good behavior, you might get out in about six years. Think about that. Six years sharing a prison cell with some terminally horny guy named Bubba!"

A shocked look crossed over Mr. Riley's face as he considered the possibility.

"I wonder if you'll be the husband or the wife, Mr. Riley?" Terry laughed contemptuously. "Either way. For six long years, you're gonna have a hard cock in one or another of your `orifices!' Of course, after Jonathan has filed assault charges against you, you'll probably get ten or fifteen more years. By the time you get out, you miserable unprincipled bastard, you'll never even remember what it was like NOT being fucked by another man. Now, would you like to reconsider your position?"

A totally whipped and dispirited Arthur Riley finally nodded his agreement. As he rose to leave, he looked at Terry with a look that signaled both fear and loathing. Terry then applied the coup de main, striking a pre-emptive blow before Riley could think of it. .

"And, Jonathan no longer has a father! You're dead as far as he's concerned."

Terry walked out of the conference room, leaving Riley sitting there contemplating what this seventeen-year-old boy had done to him. He shook his head in amazement and resignation, then left the offices.

Terry stopped by Mr. Andrew's office to ensure that everything would be satisfactorily handled.

Driving home, Terry felt like a heavy stone had been removed from his chest. He could breathe again. He had made his amends and now faced his future with a clear conscience. When he arrived home, Jonathan was waiting for him. Terry took his beautiful redhead in his arms, kissed him gently and said, "Well, Red, let's get on with the rest of our lives!"

"I have a brilliant idea!" Jonathan said. "Let's start it with a gigantic, sloppy, messy, noisy fuck!"

Terry and Jonathan together walked up the stairs to meet their future.

The End.