A Perfect Picture - 1. Chapter 1

Well mannered...that's how most adults refer to me. Well mannered, well trained, mature for my age, very polite...geez, I feel like a performing bear for crying out loud. It's like every adult in the world expects us 14 year old boys to all be maladjusted junkies who listen to heavy metal and bang our heads against the wall while robbing liquor stores. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate the compliments, or the attempt at a compliment anyway, but sometimes I feel like people just underestimate kids for no reason. Just because they were stupid teenagers when they were young, it doesn't mean we're all sleeping around and playing in traffic. I just think we get a bad rep sometimes. So I got the compliments left and right and became Sean the neighborhood wonder boy. That's me, Sean who shovels snow on the block, Sean who brings in people's newspapers for them, Sean who rakes leaves, mows lawns, and basically keeps this whole damn block in top shape. Not that I've got a big ego or anything.

Sure, the other kids would be off playing games and having fun while my parents try to enforce the value of a dollar and good manners on me, but I didn't really miss it all that much. If I was doing chores for old lady Handler next door, I'd just be in the park with a bunch of people I didn't really fit in with, playing a sport I didn't really know how to play, while hoping nobody would notice where my eyes were looking when that cute boy would ride by on his bike or skate past on rollerblades. Yes, in case you were wondering from that last statement...Sean the wonderboy isn't what he appears to be. It's been a part of my life for so long that I didn't even realize it was there until it smacked me in the face one day. Yes, I'm gay.

I keep that little piece of info to myself, because I know a lot of girls in school that would be pissed off to know about me. I was evidently their idea of a hottie and they never let me forget it. If I wasn't gay, I'd probably have become a full blown slut by now. It's not that I don't like girls, but my heart won't let me connect with them in the same way as I do with other boys. I'd give a week's worth of hard core sex with an entire flock of girls for just one heartfelt kiss from a cute boy. That was my fantasy, finding that one guy, that one perfect boy who was cute and intelligent and funny...and just...wanted to be with me. I'm sure it wasn't as hard as I made it out to be. I mean I was in a school with over 500 people, so at least 50 of them had to be possible candidates. I was decent looking, outrageously gorgeous in the girls eyes but I wouldn't go that far. I have medium length light brown hair that hangs just below my ears, really bright hazel eyes that look more green than brown, about 5' 9" and slim without being 'skinny'. My voice had finally stopped doing that annoying squeak thing, so that was a plus, and if only I could find myself a good guy with looks and brains, I would die trying to make him happy. I keep a smile on my face, but life is sometimes so lonely for the kid with a hard on for other hard ons.

But one day, while shoveling snow at the end of a harsh winter for Mrs. Handler next door, I found my special love, something that I still can't really explain, but can't ever forget. It was really cold that day, and I guess Mrs. Handler felt sorry for me, so she invited me in for some hot chocolate and a sandwich. It felt so good to get out of the frigid Chi-town streets and into her warm house, always kept at a toasty 80 degrees. She sat me down in the living room and served me like a customer in a restaurant. My parents would have slapped me upside the head if they saw me sitting down and letting this dear old lady serve me, hobbling through the house as fast as she could go. But it felt good having someone wait on me for a change, besides, she wouldn't have let me leave that seat even if I wanted to. That's when I started looking around the room and saw my destiny. He was standing there, a big grin on his face, dressed in shorts and a t-shirt that hung down almost to his knees. He was waving and he had these beautiful eyes, these miraculous gorgeous eyes that just captivated me and kept me from turning around. There was only one problem with this lovely kid, this boy who had instantly captured me and made me feel like I never have before...he wasn't real. Well, I'm sure he was real enough somewhere, but it was just a photograph on Mrs. Handler's wall. I got up to stare at it more closely, examining every line and curve, admiring his pretty smile, his sparkling ice blue eyes, his short dark brown hair, his slender hips and smooth hairless legs. I sighed out loud, wishing the photo could tell me more. What he sounded like, what his smile looked like in motion, I didn't even know his name. I just stared at that picture and thought about how smooth and soft his skin would be, how sweet his scent must be right out of the shower. I wanted to know what he was thinking, what he was saying...sigh, he was so cute.

While sighing for about the third or fourth time, Mrs. Handler walked out of the kitchen with the hot chocolate. I tried to turn away from the picture quickly, my instincts taking over like they always do, telling me never to let them see you checking out another guy or the gig is up. But I guess it was too late.

"Looking at the pictures, huh? Yeah, that one was just sent to me last week." she said while I tried to keep from blushing.

"This is a new picture?" I asked.

"Yes, that's my grandson, Jared. He lives in Florida with his father. Might move up here to be with his mom soon on the other side of town."

Florida? Awwww nuts. He might as well live on the moon. So much for my little infatuation. It was stupid of me anyway, falling in love with a picture, what was wrong with me? I felt my heart sink at the thought of this beautiful guy being an open target for every guy and girl in Florida who probably wouldn't treat him half as good as I would. But being the polite kid that I am, I kept a smile on my face and finished my hot chocolate before taking off. I'll just forget about it and start looking for a boyfriend that's a little more tangible. That's all. I'll just forget about him. No problem. No problem at all.

I spent the rest of that night, tossing and turning in my bed, thinking of Jared. Those beautiful eyes and pink lips. God, he was so awesome. He was beyond cute, and if he was as nice in personality as he looked, I'd be forever in love with him whether he'd have me or not. I tried to give him a voice in my mind, playing around with different pitches and tones, trying to find one that matched the picture. Then I animated the picture from memory, making him move, making him speak my name. I laid on my back in the covers, and even though I was just imagining me and Jared playing around together, or just having a simple conversation, I was hard as a rock. I reached under the sheets and grabbed a hold of myself, like I had so many times before in the darkness at night, and the first touch sent a bolt of electricity shooting through me. I figured that as long as I was thinking of Jared, I might as well make it interesting. I imagined my lovely Jared, wearing those loose shorts and t-shirt, walking towards me, his artificial voice silenced by the tension between us. I began to stroke myself, each motion giving me a stronger sensation than the last. I pictured Jared slowly climbing on top of me, still clothed, as my arms snaked around his slim hips and brought him down on me. I sighed out loud as I imagined his sweet lips coming closer, tasting them for the first time. The kiss was so soft, so gentle and caring, Jared didn't really look like a rough and tumble kind of guy to me. No, he seemed so sweet, like a baby deer, he was the kind of boy who would take his time to enjoy every feeling and emotion that passed between us. Or at least, that's how I pictured him. Usually, my thoughts would have turned to graphic acts of sex by now, me rolling around with any one of the faceless many from my gym class or the mall or wherever cute boys go to roam. But not this time. For this particular fantasy, Jared's sweet kiss was more than enough. I jacked myself faster and faster, thinking about how awesome it would be to lock lips with such a hot teen boy and feel his body weight pressing into me with every erotic grind of his hips. My mouth opened as my breathing became too hard to hold back, my heart was racing, and I could feel the beginning of a powerful orgasm coming up from my toes. Out of all the incredible jack off sessions I had ever had in my life, not a one of them compared to this one. None of them had been this real before. This time the image had a face, he had a voice, a life, he had a name. "Jared..." I whispered to myself, "...Ohhhhh Jared!" I imagined his kissing getting deeper and deeper, his small body driving into me again and again, his cute face and mine pressed together, connected by our lips, our tongues hugging each other, my hands on his back sliding down to his perfect round globes...! I jerked up in my bed as my body was overwhelmed with the most powerful orgasm of my life. My legs tightened and my cock spasmed in a blinding climax that nearly made me pass out. I felt the cum spray my chest and up around my neck, my body too stiff and helpless to stop it, while the head got extremely sensitive in my hands. I laid back in a huff, and let my breathing return to normal before getting up to clean myself off. That was intense.

I continued to do work for Mrs. Handler for the rest of the winter, and the spring. Anything that would allow me to go into her house and see that picture on her wall. Anything that would allow me to spend time with the boy of my dreams, the object of my every masturbation fantasy. I would even kiss it while her back was turned, getting hard every time. It seemed really silly at first, but after a while, having a love affair with a photograph seemed like the most natural thing in the world, and everyday I would imagine what it would be like to actually meet him in the flesh. Sigh...if only.

It was an early Saturday morning, I had overslept and missed all the Saturday morning cartoons, but who cared, they suck nowadays anyway. I rolled over in bed and got up groggily shuffling to the bathroom to relieve myself. When I passed by the window though, I noticed a sound coming from next door, laughter, but certainly not Mrs. Handler's. I guess curiosity got the best of me and I walked over to see what was going on. I saw a man out in Mrs. Handler's driveway, giving her a big hug, and then...stepping out of the passenger side of the car was a younger boy, about my age, cute, gorgeous, sexy. And as soon as he said the words, "Hey Grams!" My heart jumped up into my throat and refused to go back down. Omigod! It was him! It was him, it was him, it was him! Oh wow! His voice was even more awesome than I could ever imagine it! His face, his body...omigod he was here! He was like, right there, in front of me! Am I dreaming again, no way, this was real! Oh wow! What was his name again? What was MY name again? What am I waiting for? I've got to get down there!

I had never been so nervous before in all my life. It was like being starstruck, as though Arnold Schwarzenegger himself had stepped out of that car. I had fantasized every single day about this beautiful teen boy for the whole winter and spring and half the summer, and now he was here! I bolted to the bathroom and brushed my teeth madly. I took the quickest shower in history and put on what I thought were the sexiest clothes in my closet, including my lucky red shirt, and I ran downstairs top speed. What would I say to him? How do I meet him? Maybe I could get Mrs. Handler to introduce us. That's what I'll do, she would set me up, it was that easy. I don't want to make it look like I came out just to see him, so I'll have to be sneaky. I'll just say that I was on my way to the store, and then...I'll just...keep walking. Well, THAT'S not a very good plan. Oh the hell with it, I'll just go out there before I miss my chance.

My hands were shaking as I opened the front door, and I took a deep breath before daring to step outside. I heard Mrs. Handler and the other guy talking while Jared was diggin through the trunk of the car, pulling out a rather large suitcase. Cool! Large suitcases mean an extended stay. I walked by, trying to set my pace, not too fast, not too slow. I didn't want this to look rehearsed. Just be natural, he'll notice you, he has to. As I got closer to the drive way, I could hear Jared shuffling in the trunk, he was reaching way inside, and I could see a hint of the shape of his hot round ass as he bent over the back of the car. My stomach tightened and my mouth went dry, but I just kept walking. Too late to turn back now. Almost there, okay, here we go.

"Good morning Mrs. Handler!" I shouted, probably louder than even I expected to. My voice cracked from the anxiety of this being my one moment of happiness. The chance to come face to face with the boy of my dreams.

"Good morning Sean." She said, and that was it. Wait! That was it? That's it? 'Good morning Sean?' No 'hey, want to meet my family?' No 'want to come in and stare at my teenage grandson?' Come on Mrs. Handler, I'm dying here.

"Well...bye." I said, my feet never once slowing down. I walked by the car, right past him! He was still digging around inside and I couldn't see his face, but I kept walking anyway, to scared to stop and say anything. I passed him by and walked to the end of the block, cursing myself every step of the way. I didn't even get to meet him, or see his face up close for that matter. I know, I'll just walk around the block and come back. If it took four hundred laps around this block and wearing a hole in my shoes, I was going to say hello to Jared.

As I made my second pass by the house, I noticed that Jared was gone, probably inside now. I sighed to myself and figured that I might as well go back inside and sulk for a while. That's when I heard Mrs. Handler call my name through the window. "Sean, come here, there's someone I want you to meet." YESSSS!

I tried not to look to anxious, but oh how my heart was pounding. This was it, the first encounter with the greatest, most gorgeous boy on the earth. What would I say? What would he say? Then what would I say after he says what he said? It was a wonderful feeling of confusion that caused my blood to pump madly through my veins, I only hope I could keep my boner from sticking out. As soon as I got to the screen door she invited me in and introduced me to Jared's dad, then I saw Jared come in from out of the kitchen. Oh wow...he was sooo cute.

"Sean, this is Jared. Jared, Sean lives next door. Maybe you two can play together while you're in town." She said. I was certainly hoping so.

Jared walked over and held out a shaky hand, his ice blue eyes meeting mine for only a second before turning towards the floor. I shook his hand, and his grip was so gentle, so timid...Jared was extremely shy and it was turning me on more than anything that I could have dreamed. He was smiling a little with his mouth closed, his eyes always darting around the room, never meeting mine for more than a second. He hadn't even spoken to me yet and he was already blushing, God it was so cute. I said hello, and he smiled at me fully for the first time. Oh wow...he had a mouth full of braces that gleamed and shined with teenage splendor. "Um....hey....Sean."

He looked back down to the floor and his soft dark brown hair flopped over his eyes a little as he let go of my hand. He was really kind of soft spoken, and his voice had a high pitch with a slightly grainy rasp to it. Jared was just so beautiful, so bashful and cool, I nearly lost it and kissed him right there in front of everybody. My heart wouldn't stop pounding, I was sure everyone could see my body shaking with every beat. There was an uncomfortable silence for a second before Mrs. Handler said, "Why don't you two go outside and hit the park?" At this point we were both blushing a little bit, and it was a bit nerve wracking to know that the 'adults' might notice something was up. So I jumped at the chance to get out of that house, and to be able to take Jared with me was more than I could have hoped for.

We walked around the neighborhood for a while, neither one of us saying much of anything. He was really quiet, I never really pictured him as being so shy. It was great, it just made him so damn attractive to me. Every question that I asked him, he answered with either just a yes or a no. It was so cool, walking and talking with my virtual boyfriend of the last 4 or 5 months. His eyes were just so awesome, and since he never locked eyes with me for more than a second or two at a time, it was almost a game trying to follow them, wondering when I'd see them head on again. I knew that I had a crush before, but now I that we were actually talking and walking together, I knew that I was totally in love with this kid. I had never felt this way around anybody before in my life. He just thrilled me by being by my side, by speaking in that erotic tone of voice, by occasionally brushing those chestnut colored locks of hair out of his eyes every now and then, making me shiver with delight. I hoped he would never leave.

After walking to the park and seeing all the other kids around, I kind of felt a little disappointed. The two of us had our own little thing going and Jared was just starting to open up a little, but I knew that as soon as we got around the other boys, the jocks and the shredders, with their 'hey dudes' and 'rock ons' and soon Jared would be talking to them and find friends with a lot more to offer than I could. It was selfish, but I kind of wanted him all to myself while he was here. That's why it really surprised me when he looked at me and said, "You know, I don't really want to go to the park."

"Really, me either. Want to just walk around some more?"

Yeah...that...that would be cool." he said timidly. There was a pause and I looked him in the eye, which he held the contact a little longer this time. Then he started to smile, and before it could break out all the way, he turned his head to hide his braces from me. He was sooooo cute. Seeing him do that almost brought me to an orgasm in the middle of the street. We basically made a circle around the park and walked back to my house. The conversation was picking up now, and Jared was actually a pretty cool kid. Still extremely shy, but cool once you got him to open up a little. Every time he started to smile, he would fling his head away from me, his hair falling back into his eyes. He had such a beautiful smile, braces and all. His skin looked so creamy and white with the sexiest of tans. And his eyes almost looked crystal clear, shining with a youthful innocence that looked like something right out of Disney. And, in my mind at least, he was my boyfriend.

We got back and instead of going back to his grandmother's place, I invited him to my house. I showed him my room and all the movie posters I had collected over the years. He seemed to really like my little hovel, which was strange for me, because every other boy I had ever met was so into girls or rock bands or sports or cars, that they never really thought my interests were all that spectacular. But as Jared looked around the room, he kept finding new things that he was in awe over. He kept saying, "Wow, where'd you get this one!" and "I've never seen this one before." I was so happy that someone actually appreciated a good movie poster like I did. I could have turned on the video game system, or the TV, or just grabbed a frisbee to toss around outside, that's what I usually do when friends come over. But there was something different about Jared, I didn't need an 'activity' to entertain him, we were happy just sitting there talking. And for a while, I had even forgotten that he was sitting on my bed where I shared many fantasies about the two of us embraced in a passionate kiss. We must have talked nonstop for a good two hours about his school and mine, about movies, about TV shows, about the difference between Florida and Chicago, about the difference between orange juice and Sunny Delight...just randomly wandering from topic to topic, without more than a second's pause between them. He had only been in my life for half a day, and he was already my best friend in the world. That's when the love hit me the hardest. I looked over at him nonchalantly, not really expecting to see it, and POW! Without warning, love hit me dead center and I fell into a dreamy haze that took control of my body and refused to let go. My heart raced uncontrollably and the butterflies in my stomach went wild. I felt like I just HAD to touch him, to kiss him, to hold him in my arms and tell him how much I cared for him, how much I longed to meet him and make all of my dreams come true. I don't know what it was, but I literally had hold on to the chair to keep myself away from him. My whole body felt warm and awkward, just aching to be closer to him. And soon I couldn't fight it anymore, my senses wouldn't let me. I knew it would be a mistake to make a move on him or anything, but I just needed to be a little closer, that's all. I needed to touch him, I needed to sit next to him and hear his voice in my ear. God, I was so in love it hurt.

I moved over to the bed and sat next to him, my whole body shaking with fear, and I listened to him talk, his voice causing tingling sensations to roll up and down my spine. I moved a little closer, just so I could hear him a little better, yeah...that's why I did it. And he suddenly stopped talking and looked at me, I guess he didn't realize that I was so close. Hell, I didn't realize that I was so close, and if you ask me I still wasn't close enough. His gaze met mine and he stopped in mid sentence, his eyes sparkling like diamonds. He immediately started to blush again, and a huge bashful smile broke out on his face, and as to be expected, he turned away from me so I couldn't see the metallic shine of his braces. I leaned in and said, "Why do you always hide your face from me when you smile?"

He grinned, turning bright red, and softly said, "I don't know. I just do."

God he was getting me so hot. He kept looking towards the floor, his smile just barely visible from his profile, his hair sliding over his forehead in waves of brown splendor. I couldn't believe that I was sitting in the same room with my number one fantasy, making him blush, his shy smile hidden from my view. "C'mon, let me see it."

"Why?"

"Because. Just let me see."

"Geez, it's not that big a deal." He said. But I could tell he was breaking.

"Pleeeeaaase?" I whined. Jared took a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling for a second before finally turning to me. Then, he looked me dead in the eye and playfully smiled as wide as he could, leaning forward to make sure I saw it clearly. Jared's smile was so beautiful, so incredible, it made my heart weak. I could hardly breathe, and seeing his cheeks glowing with that rosey tinge made me hard as a rock.

"Happy now?" He said, then turned his eyes back to the floor, looking up at me from time to time just to giggle happily. I felt so helpless against my emotions at this point, and it made my every move feel clumsy and awkward. I patted him on the back and said, "That wasn't so bad was it?" I finally got a chance to touch his soft warm body, and his skin melted in between my fingers. He just giggled again and lightly punched me in the shoulder. I touched him again by pushing him back, and we traded blows for a while. I felt my face get hot and flushed and I realized just how horny I was at that point. I moved back a little before I gave myself away, that's when I noticed the look on Jared's face. He looked partially scared, partially disappointed.

"I'm...I'm sorry. Look, my grams is gonna be looking for me, I've gotta go." He seemed so nervous, I hope he didn't take my little defense as a brush off. I could literally see him going back into his shell and he got up to leave.

"Jared...dude, you don't have to leave."

"Yeah...I do. Sorry Sean."

"Well...wait.." I said, trying desperately to keep him in the house. He was in a hurry to go and I didn't want our time together to end so soon, and certainly not this way. "Can I...you wanna do something tomorrow?"

He didn't look at me, his back was turned and it almost looked like he was ready to cry. "We'll see."

"Did I do something wrong?"

"No...it's me. I guess...I'll see you tomorrow." I figured that was better than nothing and let him go. It wasn't like I could kidnap him and force him to stay, but oh how I wish he would have. He went home, and I spent another sleepless night in my bed. But this time it wasn't because of some mental fantasy or twisted sexual image, this was different. It was like this weird anxiety that jittered inside of me. It was like that feeling you get in your stomach on report card day, but a thousand times better. I couldn't stop thinking about him, couldn't stop hearing his voice roll through my mind, couldn't wait to see him again. At one point I even got up and walked over to the window, looking into the dark house, hoping to just catch a glimpse of him in the darkness. Was I being psycho or what. I plopped back down in my bed and smiled until I was finally too tired to stay up any longer. It was wonderful.

The next day I went next door to get Jared and we spent the day walking around the neighborhood again. I showed him my old school, my old hang outs, I even showed him the place where I flipped my bike over and had to get stitches. But he was acting weird that day, he was hardly saying anything at all now, and he wasn't making eye contact at all. I was starting to think he didn't even want to be there. We finally got back to my house and I asked him to come on into my room, but he seemed to scared to want to go in there. He even asked me if 'I was sure' if I wanted him to come in. He was acting so strange, but as long as he was there with me, I was happy. We sat on the bed, but he shied away from me this time, and when I touched his shoulder, he jerked away from me a bit. I think I knew what it was...and it hurt me beyond belief. He must've known about me. He probably figured out that I was a homo and didn't want me to touch him, didn't want me getting the wrong idea. He probably just wanted to get away from me before I tried to grab his ass or something. It hurt, and I just wanted to curl up and die at the thought of this whole relationship being all in my head. The perfect guy for me was just a silly dream, an impossible fantasy that was just too good to be true. I figured that this was the end of it all. My whole little affair, my passionate romance that had been plaguing my mind for the last few months, was over in the blink of an eye. So I decided it would be best to just leave him alone and try to contain my bleeding heart from overflowing with love. I was being so stupid, falling in love with a picture. What the hell was I thinking?

I decided to just lay back and wait for him to come up with an excuse to leave, but instead, he scooted closer to me. Then, for the first time since I'd met him, he looked me directly in the eye and didn't turn away. He was trembling and his breath was short. He looked almost nauseous. He put his hand on my leg and spoke so softly that it was hard to hear him. "Sean, if I tell you something, will you keep it a secret."

"Sure."

"No, I mean it. Please? Promise you won't laugh at me or tease me." He said, his icy gaze making me weak.

"I promise."

Jared looked away and took another deep breath, trying to draw the strength to go on from the ceiling. Then he flicked the hair out of his eyes and said, "Did my Gramma tell you that I might be moving in with my mom across town soon?"

"Yeah, she mentioned it to me once."

"Well...the reason I'm moving is because..things are...bad for me back home." Bad? What did he mean by bad? I listened closely as he went on. "The kids in school, they all tease me. They call me names and write stuff on my locker, sometimes they even push me around. My parents are afraid that someone might try to...you know, hurt me or something."

I was a little confused here. I mean every kid in the world was subject to a little teasing here and there, it was hardly a reason to leave town. "It couldn't have possibly been that bad. What did they do? Tease you because of your braces or something."

Jared got really quiet for a second and he seemed so terrified, like the world would end if he opened his mouth one more time. I watched a stray tear fall from his beautiful eyes, followed by another and another. "They...they...um..." He couldn't get it out, and I moved over to put an arm over his shoulder, trying to calm him down enough to hear what he had to say. "They call me 'fag' and 'queer' and 'homo'...and they laugh at me wherever I go. They won't even sit next to me on the bus. They spray paint the word cocksucker on my locker, and they painted my bike pink while I was in school. And then, one day, this group of big kids pushed me down the stairs and then they came down and beat the shit out of me. All because they caught me looking at some guy in the showers."

My heart was breaking. Seeing such a beautiful boy pouring his heart out like this, brought tears to my eyes too. How could someone hurt somebody so cute and smart and sensitive. I didn't know whether to be supportive or just plain angry. How dare they put their hands on my boyfriend. That's when it hit me. The words 'my boyfriend' came to mind so easily, so effortlessly out of the blue. I felt him up against me, sobbing quietly, giving me his heart and soul, and I knew right then and there that falling out of love with Jared would be absolutely impossible. Just then, as though he knew what I was thinking, he looked up at me and whispered, "I'm sorry...but I have to do this, just once." And then he quickly moved forward and stole a kiss from my lips, catching me by surprise and filling my heart with joy. He quickly got up and was ready to go, but he looked back and saw me speechless, unable to stop him. "Aren't...aren't you gonna yell at me or something?" he said.

Now I was being the shy one, my eyes directed to the floor. I had waited for this moment for so long, but now that it was here, it had overwhelmed me and became too much for my teenage mind to handle. Jared looked a bit confused and walked back towards the bed. I just shook my head and he sat down next to me. "Sean? Are you okay?"

Anything that I could have possibly said wouldn't have sounded right, it would have just come out as some kind of senseless babble that just would have confused us both. So I didn't say anything at all. My attraction for Jared came upon me with a vengeance and when he leaned forward to look me in the eyes to see if I was alright, there was no fighting it. I moved forward and stole a kiss from his lips as well, then looked away from him, my body shivering with fear and confusion. I was so scared. Maybe he didn't like it. Maybe he did and wants more. Oh God, please let him say something before I explode! We sat there, not saying a word for the longest time, then I felt Jared put his chin on my shoulder and whisper, "Thank you Sean." before kissing me on the cheek. Then he started to get up to leave again. I guess he thought that I did it just out of curiosity, maybe even out of pity. But I didn't, I really didn't.

The words finally organized themselves in my mind and came out of my mouth, loud and quick, it even surprised me. "I love you Jared." Jared stopped at the door and turned around. The second those ice blue eyes met mine, I had to turn away for fear that my heart would stop. He was just too cute to take head on like that.

"Really?" He asked, his voice shaky and soft. "Oh...oh wow. I...uh..I guess...I love you too."

I looked up and we took turns looking away from each other, our faces plastered with bashful grins as we blushed in unison. Then we stayed silent, at opposite sides of the room, not exactly sure where to go after this giant revelation. Then I whispered, "Why don't you close the door...and...stay a while." It was by far the boldest thing that I've ever said, but I wasn't in control anymore. My heart had completely taken over. Jared closed the door and sat next to me on the bed again closer than before. A boyish smile was on his face, his lips tightly closed. I smiled back at him, and the second he felt his braces come into view, he turned away again. His shy little habit took me over the edge and I leaned in to kiss him softly on the neck. He shuddered a little, still giggling to himself. So I kissed him again, and again, up and down the tender skin of his neck, to his cheek, then back to his neck. I heard him sigh and he closed his eyes, enjoying every single second of my passionate offering. I kept kissing his neck, not wanting to push him too fast, but praying so hard that he would get enough courage to turn his head around and kiss me back. I was so hot, I couldn't even stop. Finally, I felt Jared's head turn my way slowly, inch by inch, my angel kisses moving closer to his lips. Then he just closed his eyes and kissed me lovingly on the lips. It was so...so...soft, and gentle, so experimental and new...he just...oh wow. His lips were barely touching mine, his body trembling with excitement. I always wanted to know what it would be like to kiss someone with braces, now I knew. There were sparks between us, fireworks, lightning bolts, it was magic. Our kissing got more intense as he loosened up and got into it, giving me the confidence to go further. I let my hand move forward and hover just an inch above his thigh for a moment, afraid to make the slightest move, then I let it come down. I caressed his tender thigh with my hand, my head swimming with love, and Jared's kissing got even stronger. I felt him quickly thrust his hand into my groin and I jumped a little out of surprise.

"Hehehe...sorry..." He said timidly, his face a deep shade of red, his shy grin turning me on. He put his hand over his eyes for a second and then put it over his mouth as he giggled from embarrassment.

"It's alright. I want you to touch me Jared." I said, and I gently pulled his hand away from his mouth, seeing his gorgeous smile, his hypnotic eyes, his beautiful face and silky white skin, all at once. Together, in unison, for the first time since he had come into my life. He was so cute that no photograph could do him justice. I took his hand and put it back in my lap, letting it rub gently rub my straining member through my pants. I went back to kissing him and this time I let my tongue move forward, tasting the inside of his mouth. His rubbing picked up in rhythm and soon I was rubbing him too. We felt so good together, so natural and right. It was as if Romeo and Juliet had been reincarnated into two boys and fate had brought us together once again. I felt Jared's rubbing getting harder, and stronger, and when the first moan escaped his mouth, I couldn't fight the frustration any longer. I broke the kiss and stood up. Jared had this awesome sexual gaze on his face and he said, "What? What's the matter?"

Then he saw my undoing my belt and he moaned in anticipation, undoing his pants as fast as he could. Then when he was naked from the waist down, his 5 and a half incher sticking out and pulsing with lust, he laid back on my bed and spread his legs, beckoning me to be one with him. I stood before him naked, and crawled on the bed, moving over him on all fours. He couldn't wait, and reached for me the second I put my knee at the foot of the bed. As I began to kiss him again, his hands pulled me on top of him and our cocks touched for the first time, grinding into one another and making us both dizzy. I was so close already, I was hoping this would last forever, I had never felt so good. I moved my erotic kissing down to his neck and licked at his soft earlobes. He whimpered in my ear, and I moved down further, rubbing my face on his shirt, feeling the slight dip in his tender belly. Then, I kissed the insides of his thighs, making him squirm underneath me. I decided to not waste another moment, I was too close to play around. I licked my way up his smooth shaft, and as soon as I reached the delicious circumcised tip, I took him into my mouth, my warmth surrounding his sensitive cock. He groaned in that sexy teen rasp of his and I couldn't help but grind my hips into the bed. I bobbed up and down slowly on his teen cock, fulfilling my every fantasy by pleasing the boy of my dreams, the most wonderful guy I had ever known. I felt his hands run circles around the top of my head, messing up my hair with his gentle fingertips. He was getting close, I could taste it. Suddenly he whimpered out again and again in short spurts, and he pulled his long t-shirt tail over my head. He held me under there as I continued to motion my lips and tongue around him the best I could. I could feel my own orgasm coming on fast and I was just hoping that I could hold out just a little longer. But Jared's timid cries were so cute, and his gyrating hips and squirming legs were in constant motion, rubbing his soft thighs against my cheeks as I continued to suck at him greedily. Then, he pulled the shirt down hard, trapping my head over his cock, and pushed into my face as he filled my mouth with his delicious seed. I felt his cock throb and pulse harshly between my lips as the warm sticky liquid hit the back of my throat. It was way too much for me to swallow, but I tried my best. Even after he had been drained dry, I still sucked at it lustfully, teasing his sensitive head with my tongue. He lightly grabbed me by the cheeks, his hands on either side of my face, and pulled me up to kiss his sweet lips again. "Thank you, oh God thank you. I love you. I love you so much." His soft lips were just so tastey. Then he rolled me over and grabbed a hold of my rock hard cock, giving it a few strokes with his silky hand before getting ready to go down on me. I tried, oh man did I try, but it was no use. I saw Jared moving down to my aching cock, and I had been so close for so long, I saw Jared's hair fall into his eyes, his back muscles tense as he leaned forward, his beautiful round globes coming into view as he bent over to take me into his mouth. And as soon as he was close enough to suck me off, his ass cheeks opened a little and gave me a view of the pinkest, tightest pucker I had ever seen in my life.That was all I could take, I exploded in a furious orgasm that shot all over his face before he even got it in his mouth. He jerked back and the rest landed on my chest and stomach. It was more than I had ever cum in my entire life. Jared laughed at me and wiped his face off on his shirt. We both looked at each other and started to giggle wildly between kisses. Then we just laid there for a while, waiting for another chance to try again.

We laid back and stared at the wall, neither one of us saying much. Jared was quiet as always, but his affection for me was apparent. He threw an arm across my chest and cuddled close to me, his warm breath blowing into my neck as he nuzzled there. I couldn't believe that fate had given me my miracle, my magic moment. It was the greatest day in my life, and I knew there were better ones to follow. Jared was better than I could have ever dreamed, and now that we were together we were inseparable. As we laid there silently, looking into each other's eyes and kissing softly, I realized that this was one of those loves that legends were made of, and I'll be damned if it just passes us by. Silence was all we needed to be happy together. A picture says a thousand words, but true love says so much more.