Forever: Part One.

Hi fans. Been a long time since I came around. I'm taking a break from fiction and thought I would treat you all to my life. This is all mostly true except the demon in the mirror part. I am scrapping the other two story sequels in favour of this series( more to come) and a brand new story to be submitted soon called Webcam. It is a fantasy of mine that me and Stephen share together. Again, this story the people and the events are real so please read, rate, write a review and beg for more. Peace out.

Stephen. He was so gorgeous. He had the most handsome face. And his body! During PE’ I’d sneak peek his toned(no six pack though) stomach, his pecs with little nipples, his arms, his pit hair which he prominently displayed and his hairy legs. Once I saw him get a shower in his boxers. The fabric clung to his manhood and revealed the uncut monster underneath. Then he turned around and I saw the juicy, meaty ass beneath his underwear. But I saw that at a time when I wasn’t gay. I was just admiring him and looking back now in retrospect. I didn’t think he was gay. He was a messer, a joker in class and, although he never got in trouble, I could tell he was bad but not evil bad like myself. And I liked it. Here’s the story of how we came together through a pretty odd and extraordinary way.

“ I told you. It will work. I designed the remote, the explosive and the device. The yogurt will go everywhere.” We had finished loading all the yogurt bombs into the lockers. We were trying to cause mayhem to highlight how stupid the school treat the lockers and their owners. We called ourselves the Unexpected because to everyone we were quiet students and obeyed the rules. I held the remote detonator and counted 3. 2.…1. I pressed down and the bombs went. We heard screams and laughs. Then the eventual roars of Which one of you brats did this?! Success. I nodded to my friends we won again. We ventured down the corridor to our lockers and started laughing at the chaos. I looked around and saw everyone covered in yogurt except this guy, Stephen. I didn’t really know him but something about him just, I don’t know, made me have a good feeling around him. He looked over with an amused but knowing stare. He laughed to himself and gave me a smile. Not a pity smile or one of mockery but of kindness. “Odd. I never saw him even realise my existence.” I shrugged it off as a sign of his respect for me and my little underground organisation. All the fifth years were immediately called down to assembly. The principal droned on about the Unexpected and our sign, a stylised S.

He then said something odd “We will find those responsible for the yogurt bombs and the undetonated Mento bomb we found.” We, my friends and I, all looked at each other alarmed as we hadn’t made a Mento bomb. Yet. We knew someone was setting us up. He showed us a slide of our sign at the Mento bomb site and I realised it was wrong. It was coloured black and blue, larger and without tips on the end. Our colours were red and yellow. Looking at it, I immediately knew who did it. I had seen it before on someone’s pencil case.

I waited at the lockers till everyone was gone. I knew he didn’t go to his locker until we were all gone for some reason. I hid behind a locker and watched him. He walked in with a swagger and opened his locker. He turned on his phone and was looking at texts or something. I then saw the sign. The blue and black S. It was S for Stephen. I emerged and said “Nice handy work with the bomb today Stephen.” He became wide eyed and looked right up at me. “Paul… Um.. How did you know I did it?” “The S is different to the Unexpected.” “Oh crap. I never meant to blame them. But wait.. You’re the leader aren’t you?” I nodded and smiled. He said “You’re group is savage . But I never meant to blame ye. I just wanted to get back at the hurling team.” “Ok-” I was cut off as the principal came into sight. We ran behind a locker, squeezed together while he searched the students area. He brushed past us and we breathed a sigh of relief and laughed. I noticed his hand on my thigh now and a massive bulge digging into me. I looked up at him and we were caught in each other’s glare.

Our bodies were pressed tightly together, his breath bouncing on my skin. He moved right into me, coming closer and closer to my lips. Then, we met. His lower lip enveloped by my lips. He took my face in his hands and moved his lips over mine, brushing against them quickly and animal like. He came to rest with my lower lip in his mouth. He brushed his tongue over it and sucked on it like candy. He pulled away but stayed close. I was totally in shock. He rest his head against mine, the two of us panting. We opened our eyes and he smiled into me. He kissed me again, lightly and sweetly on my lips. “Thought now was the right time.” He put his hand in my pocket and brushed against my surprisingly hard dick. He winked at me and walked away, leaving me questioning what the fuck had happened.

I went home and paced my room, thinking and just wondering why he did that and why I liked it and why I craved it more than any drug on the earth. I got undressed and as I was hanging my trousers up, a piece of paper fell out. This must be from when he put his hand in my pocket. I unfurled the small piece of torn paper and it had a phone number on it. I knew it was his. I held it for only a minute, but in that infinite moment, I debated over and over again if I should ring him. Throw away my old life and way of thinking and venture down this deep, dark path with someone I didn’t know but felt so attracted to all of a sudden. And a guy of all people. I imagined each scenario. The awkwardness of school if I didn’t ring him and the uneasiness. But then I thought of the kiss, the raw, sexual energy coursing through my body like no girl has ever given me. I picked up my phone and dialled, ready to say what was needed.

“Hi. Thanks for coming over.” He answered the door with jeans that hugged his tight arse and a very tight blue t-shirt, showing his muscled arms. I told myself Stop it. He’s a guy! But that didn’t stop me from wanting to jump him. He led me past his sitting room and up a flight of stairs into his cosy bedroom. He sat down on his king sized bed. He asked “What time do your folks want you home?” in his gruff, deep voice. I replied “Um.. They’re in Hong Kong for 2 months on business. So whenever.” He smiled and said “My folks are on a second honeymoon travelling the globe for the next 3 months so I know how you feel.” We both laughed, not because what we said was remotely funny but to relax ourselves. He motioned for me to sit next to him. I shook my head and said “I’m sorry Stephen. I can’t be gay. God knows I am so tempted but I just…” I trailed off as he stood up and came closer and closer to me, backing me into the door. He grabbed my hips and pulled me into his manhood. He made circle motions, rubbing them together. He moved in to my face and kissed me, tentatively, testing the waters but I did nothing. He became aggressive and rough, saying “Scream you don’t want me. DO IT!” I wanted to but I couldn’t. I started slapping him on his cheeks to get him off but he kept kissing me and holding me. I gave in and yelled “I want you Stephen.

I tried to convince myself I didn’t but I want you with me.” He pulled off my mouth and held my face in his hands. He rested his head on the bridge of my nose and panted “I have wanted to tell you since day one, but I wasn’t allowed be this. I told a few guys on the hurling team and they laughed in my face until I convinced them I was joking. That was what the Mento bomb was for.” He took my hand and led me to his bed. He lay down on it and I lay on his chest, his big, soft, muscled chest. His beating heart was slowing as he rubbed his hands around me. My back, my ass, my face. I looked up at him and tried to reach him for my first, willing kiss with him. But I couldn’t reach. We laughed and I moved up closer, lying on my front, our dicks aching to see each other and kissed him. I allowed his wet, sweet and sticky tongue inside my mouth. He slowly slid it in as I sucked his top lip raw. We both couldn’t stop moaning and groaning. I took the hem of his shirt and pulled it up, feeling his sweaty, soft skin. He raised his arms and broke off the kiss. I looked down at his body and moaned.

He put his left hand behind his head, exposing his manly pit hair. He rubbed my side as I knelt over him. I shed my jumper and slowly raised my shirt over my head, finally exposing myself to him. He took both hands and caressed my body. He shivered and moaned in delight. I fell back down onto him and the heat from our two chest caused Stephen to yell “Ohh God.” We made out for ever, swapping our tongues in and out of each other, sucking lips raw and leaving love bites and hickies on each others necks.

He rolled me onto my back and kissed me, quickly. He moved past my neck and the tender piece of bruised skin he left me. He then slowed down at my chest, nibbling and sucking my naked chest. He nearly drew blood at my nipples and continued on, biting and licking down my vulnerable body. He kissed me gently on the skin just above my trouser line as he unbuckled my belt. He slid the jeans down my hairy, muscled legs and began rubbing my dick. I clung to his bed sheets for dear life. The sensation was quite something. He knelt over me and stripped his jeans and socks off, showing his hairy and muscled legs. He was wearing pre cum drenched, blue boxers. He continued kissing down me, licking me down to my feet. He slowly pulled my socks off and then massaged my foot tenderly and teasingly. He looked up at me and winked. He flipped me over. He cupped my ass and rubbed it rough. “Ohh. Yeah, nice and tight.” He spread the cheeks and massaged my ass for ever.

I suddenly felt his breath on my back and before I knew it, he was kissing up my back, leaving at least 3 hickies before kissing the back of my neck. I was now so turned on I was incapacitated. Since we were nearly equal in height, when he worked on my neck, I felt his boner stick right into my asshole, begging to be released from it’s fabric prison and into my virgin ass. I turned my head around and he shoved his eager tongue into my mouth. He pulled out slowly and started dry fucking my ass, moaning “Uhh. Uh. Oh yeah. Your ass is made for fucking. But not tonight. I want to enjoy this.” I smiled to myself as I knew I wasn’t near ready for full on sex. He got off my back and lay beside me. I put my hand on his face and kissed him. I then pushed him onto his back and got on him. I moved past his neck and proceeded to decorate him with love bites and hickies like he did to me. His skin was so sweaty but he tasted so good.

I could hear him let out pants and whispered “Oh. Oh yeah.” I came to his crotch and teased it through the fabric. He shivered and moaned with a wide smile. He pulled me up and we made out again. First with short, shallow kisses. Then animal instincts kicked in and we were frenching all the way. After an eternity we stopped. He was on me, panting right up against my face. He lay into my neck and I could feel his racing heart. I wrapped my arms around him tightly and I smiled, knowing this is what I want. We got under the thick blankets and snuggled up. We lay on our sides, with one of his legs over mine and our arms wrapped like vices around the other. I lay into his left nipples and his chin was resting on my head. I squeezed him and he squeezed back. Stephen said “Paul? Promise you’ll never let me go.” I smiled and said “Never Stephen. You’re too nice.” I was so happy and content. I drifted away in my boyfriends arms.

No….Stephen. Behind you. Behind you!…. NO NO NOOOOO!….. Stop it! I jolted awake saying “Stephen.” I was in complete darkness. I felt something holding me back against the bed. With terror in my eyes, I slowly turned my head and a massive dose of relief flooded my system. I saw him lying there with his right hand around me, gently stirring and with a small smirk on his face. I nuzzled my head into his neck and hugged him. I felt him squeeze me tight, telling me I was fine. But that dream had me on edge. I didn’t know what had happened. I was falling through this fiery abyss and all I could do was here someone yelling for Stephen. Frightened, I closed my eyes and fell back to sleep.

I slowly awoke to something brushing against my leg. I opened my dreary eyes and saw Stephen’s bare, hairless chest. I looked up and saw him smiling and staring at me. He rubbed my back and said “Hi.” I brushed my hand against his face and replied “Hi.” We leaned into each other for a long, deep, passionate kiss. He lay out straight on his back and I dropped onto his warm, welcoming torso. I was staring at the love bites I had left him and something slowly crept into my mind. Something important. “Oh shit! We have PE today.” He became wide eyed and said “But we’re covered in marks.” “Oh god. Oh god.” I threw on my clothes and he did the same. We drove to my house so I could get changed and get my stuff. We arrived very late but early for PE. We walked in the back door to avoid detection and he said “ I have to go to Biology. I’ll see you in the gym.” He gave me a quick peck on the lips.

I couldn’t resist and I threw him against the stairs and we made out, more and more intense with each kiss. The bell startled us out of our make out session. I smiled into him and I went to the Gym with my gear bag. It then dawned on me. If they see both of us with the love bites, they’ll know but if they’ll know, but if they just see me then we have no problem. I ran back out to the bag room and caught Steven alone. “Don’t do PE. If you don’t do it then they won’t see the marks and we won’t get caught.” I was smiling like a loon but he was as morbid as Death. “No Paul. I won’t have you ridiculed. Just don’t do PE and I’ll handle myself.” “Stephen, no. They already suspect you are… um…” “Gay? Humph. They’ve been suspecting that for years but they could never prove it. I got by those times and I’ll get by now.” I couldn’t stop him from going into the changing room. But I could observe. I went in under the pretence of putting my bag on the benches. The changing room was small, with four showers and wooden benches stretching around the room. In it was a crowd of sweaty beasts ready to crave anyone who was different apart. I took my time, rummaging through my bag and chatting with my friends.

Inside I was praying Stephen would reconsider or wait until they left but, as if nothing were wrong, he shed his top, revealing that bruised, masculine, muscled chest I slept on last night. Five minutes went by without a word. He’s ok. We are ok. I began walking out, but as I leaned into the door to push it out, the word I dreaded floated into my ear. “HAHA. Little queer covered in hickies.” I saw only one at him, the others ignoring the comments. One guy yelled “Uh genius. Girls give hickies too.” Stephen stood there, seemingly indifferent to the words. The guy who was having a good laugh at Stephen said “Sorry.” But then landed a punch right in poor Stephens eye. Knocked out cold, Stephen collapsed onto the cold floor. Like bees, the crowd swarmed the deck who did it and I got to my BF so fast, I swear I teleported. I slapped him gently in the face to wake him. “Stephen, wake up. Come on wake up.” He stirred a bit and I said “Hi. Can you hear me?” Weakly, he nodded his head. After a few minutes he was sitting up and fully clothed as they carted the ass wipe down to the vice principals office. I sat with him, along with others as the PE teacher asked questions. When she was done she turned to me and said “ Will you bring him back to your house? I know his parents are away so I think he should rest there with a friend for a couple of days.” I nodded and said “Thank you.”

We arrived at my house after picking up a few supplies for Stephen from his room. It was late enough when we stopped watching TV. I switched it off and looked at his eye. It was horrible. But he kept telling me he was fine. But I wasn’t. After today, visions of the dream, with vivid, horrific images would arrive, like Danny in The Shining. I saw a black cloaked figure moving around my boyfriend while I screamed but to no avail. I snapped back to reality as Stephen shed his shirt. He said “I hear sex is a good pain killer.” With a devious smirk I said “Well if it helps.” I leaned in to kiss him when a massive, invisible knife plunged into my head.

“ARGHHHH” I screamed but it wasn’t out loud. Stephen picked up on my mental torment and said “What is it? Paul?” I smiled through the lingering pain and said “Nothing. Just my back. I’ll be up in a while.” He smiled brightly and said “Don’t be long.” When he was gone I looked into the mirror above the fireplace. What I saw was not me. It looked like me but it was independent of me. You know you’ll kill him. He can’t be with you without pain. Look at today. “That wasn’t me.” Exactly. You can’t stop him from being hurt. Dump him now and you and him can live in peace. “Maybe… wait.” Ah ha. You just did it. You questioned if you should be with him. I’m winning. “Wait. This isn’t me. You are just some mind game. Created by the part of me that still thinks this is wrong, aren’t you?!” The figure shifted into a monstrous beast and said You will listen to me. I am you.

I recognised him as the figure from my nightmares. I yelled and punched the glass through. No pain or blood or shards of glass came. I jumped up from lying on the couch and realised I had just fought my mind. The part of me that questioned being with Stephen was gone. No more dreams or questions. But was I good for him? He protected me today. Not himself. He got hurt because of me. After nearly an hour of tossing and debating I knew what had to be done. I ascended the stairs, not believing what I was bout to do. I opened the door and saw him, lying on the bed naked with a pillow covering his manhood. I leaned over him and gave him my decision.

I stripped my clothes and lay on top of him, tossing the pillow aside. We were now dick to dick, skin to skin. “I want to make love to you.” he whispered in my ear. I smiled and said “Funny. I was about to say the same thing.”