After the Dance

The BookCASE: Short Stories - After the Dance 3

After The Dance III

 By: Eric Case 

**Legal Stuff:
**The following story contains descriptions of graphic sexual acts between two consenting male teenagers. It is a "fictional" story, and any likeness to events which may have happened in real life is coincidental. This story should not be read by people under the age of 18, homophobes, or if it is illegal to view material of a sexual nature wherever you are. 
Copywrite (C) 1999 - Eric Case. 

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Foreword:
I'd just like to thank all those who sent me comments about ATD. Many of you asked if I would write a sequel, and so I've decided to turn ATD into a series. Also, ATD will feature guest appearances by the characters David, and Tristan, from D.Z.'s "Boys On The Farm" and it's successor "David & Tristan - Boys In School". BOTF is an excellent story, and I'd recommend you read it, if not to get an idea of who David and Tristan are, then just because it's a great story! It's also sometimes the only way to get what happened with other characters in the story and if the two are read together it'll work out better for the readers. So anyways enough from me, here's.. After The Dance III! Hope you enjoy it! 
Eric

Chapter 3

I awoke the following morning feeling like a million dollars. The sun was beaming into my window and the birds outside were singing. The warm summer breeze blew into the window which was open... Open??

"Morning Christopher," came the now familiar voice of my best friend, and lover Jason.

"Well this is an awesome surprise!" I said yawning cheerfully.

"I hope you don't mind I'm here Chris," Jason said looking at me from his kneeling position next to my bed. "I woke up early and I needed to see you again to make sure it was all real and not just a dream."

"I'm soooo happy to see you Jason! You can sneak in through my bedroom window anytime you like babe," I smiled. I sat up and rose to my feet with Jason who wrapped his arms tightly around me. "I love you."

"I love you more Chris," Jason said and giggled as we broke apart and he smiled at me. My morning tent needed to be emptied but Jason seemed to have different ideas as he looked down and then gave me a sly grin. "Wow you are happy to see me!"

"I sure am!" I said. "Lemme empty out my bladder and clean my teeth and I'll be right back," I said as I tried to dash past him.

Jason grabbed my arm and said, "oh no.. I'm not waiting another second for you Chris. I sat and watched you sleeping for almost an hour waiting for you to wake up!"

We both burst into laughter as Jason held me from the bathroom. "Jason... hehehe... I gotta take a piss dude! Hehe.. come on this isn't funny!" Jason was laughing as he pulled my arm and swung me onto the bed and jumped on top of me straddling my stomach and holding my hands on either side of my head. I brought my knees up behind him as he leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine gently.

"On second thought, you better go clean your teeth Chris," Jason said then burst into a fit of laughter.

I got up and headed for the bathroom while Jason followed close behind. I took out my toothpaste and toothbrush and stood over the toilet. Jason wrapped his arms around my stomach and started nibbling at me ears which of course sent me into a fit of laughter. Then he pulled my cock out of my pants and pointed it down at the toilet. "Go ahead," he said softly into my ear, and I let loose my stream.

I was cleaning my teeth while my boyfriend aimed my cock at the toilet. When I finished up, Jason shook the last drips from me then started stroking me gently. I moved over in front of the sink to spit the toothpaste out of my mouth. Jason was grinding his hips against me slowly as he kissed and licked my neck. I spit the last of the toothpaste from my mouth and filled a cup with water to rinse my mouth out. "Uhhn.. I missed you last night," Jason whispered. "What time do your parents get home?"

"Tonight at six," I answered after rinsing my mouth out. I was breathing hard now as my mind raced with feelings of love. I couldn't believe how good Jason was making me feel. It was more than just his physical ministrations. It was the love flaring up inside of me!

"So we can spend almost the whole day together," he said.

I gasped and leaned forward putting my hands down on the counter top. I was almost panting as I felt Jason pull my boxer shorts down in the rear and let them drop to the floor. He never stopped stroking me as he undid his belt, and I heard the 'zip' his fly was pulled down. Then I felt it. The feel of that wonderful pleasure-rod nestling itself between my cheeks and pumping up and down while my cock was jerked harder and faster. Then he stopped all movement and stooped down to pull my underwear back up. "Wha-?" I asked as if waking up from a dream.

"I want to dance with you," Jason said plainly as he led me back into my room by the hand. He turned on my stereo and what should be playing but a slow song. "There that's it," he said as he pulled me to him.

"You're in a funny mood aren't you?" I asked raising an eyebrow.

"I sure am!" Jason giggled. "After all it's not everyday a guy meets his Princess Christopher at a dance and comes in threw the princess' window a couple days later!"

"So I'm Princess Chris?"

"Yeah," Jason said softly as I rested my head on his shoulder and we rocked slowly from side to side. I felt so warm and safe there in Jason's arms as we moved to the music. Ironically enough a slow-song just happened to be on the radio. We stood dancing in my room for a few minutes while the song went on and was followed by two more slow-songs which worked out just fine for us.

Jason grabbed his bag off the floor of my room next to the window and pulled out a CD. "What's that?" I asked smiling seductively as I sat down on the end of my bed.

"It's a CD I made," he said as he put it into my cd-player. He pushed play and Marvin Gaye's "Let's Get It On" started to play. I burst out laughing as Jason started undoing the buttons of his shirt to the music, dancing and putting on a peep show for me. He undid the button to his pants (the fly and belt were left undone), and let them fall to the floor.

There was Jason standing wearing nothing but his boxers. I looked at his toned body with it's tight six-pack and developing pecs. "Spin around," I said swirling my finger around in a circle in the air. Jason smiled and turned around a few times and I got a few good looks at that rear end of his.

"See anything you like?" he asked smiling.

"The question would be do I see anything I don't like?"

Jason laughed and came forward and pushed me back onto the bed and our lips met, and seconds later or mouths were working to pleasure one another as we lip-wrestled one another. "Let's try a replay of the other night." Jason said pulling away for a moment.

I nodded smiling brightly as Jason got up and grabbed his tube of lube from his bag. I stood up and started the CD playing from the start of the jazz tracks again. Jason came up behind me and rested his chin on my shoulder and wrapped his arms around me. "God I could spend every second with you and still want more," he said quietly into my ear, then nibbled my earlobe.

I felt his hard on poking me in the rear through the fabric of our clothes. He ground his hips against me humping slowly and I put my arms over his turning my face towards his. "Can I?" He asked softly.

"Please," I groaned.

Then for the second time that morning Jason pulled the front of my boxers down and coaxed my growing erection to it's full attention. I reached behind me to pull Jason's boxers down as he pulled mine down in the rear with his left hand while he grabbed my stiff member with his right hand started stroking me gently. Then he picked the lube up off of the desk where he had set it down moments earlier and greased up his bliss-tool generously.

Now, as I had in the bathroom earlier, I put my hands down on the desk bending forward slightly, and felt Jason's cock between my cheeks. He used one hand to guide himself into me, while wrapping the other around to my front taking my hard on in his hand. I prepared myself for his entry relaxing as best I could letting my head hand down, and enjoyed the pleasures his hand was giving me while I felt him thrust forward slowly. The head of his cock slid smoothly into me and I gasped slightly in pain. This soon left, though, as Jason paused for me to get used to him whispering into my ear about how much he loved me, and how great I felt.

I felt him slide into me further and gasped again, but this time it was because of the pleasure I felt as his swollen head stroked over my prostate. Jason moaned and bit his bottom lip as I felt his pubes against my crack. He was stroking me a little more quickly now and he pulled out until just his head was left inside me, then worked his way back in.

Before long Jason was pumping into me harder and faster as we both gasped. Jason was licking and kissing my neck and shoulders all over and I could feel his hot breath blowing on me. We managed to move over to the bed without Jason dislodging from me, and moved onto the bed where we took up the classical "Doggy- style" position. Jason sped up now, fisting me rapidly while we both moaned loudly. His balls were slapping against mine as his hips hit my cheeks again and again. The full feeling I had when Jason had first started had long since passed, and I was even now passing the "hot" feeling, and entering those levels of euphoric bliss where every nerve in your body was on fire and all you could think about was the feelings your partner was giving you, and the love you felt for them.

Just as I felt my balls drawing up tightly as Jason's hips began shaking and he smacked into me one last time. I felt his heated discharge filling me from deep inside me, and that was enough to set me shooting into his hand. We collapsed onto the bed together and Jason wiped his hand off on my boxers.

"Hey those are my boxers," I said smiling.

"Yeah... what else was I gonna do with it?"

"I dunno... eat it?"

"Eeeew not off my hand! I only eat my crème de la Chris when it's fresh!" Jason giggled. "Straight out of the spout!"

"EW!" I laughed. "You're sooo gross."

"It's 'disgusting' Chris, not gross.. you're supposed to say 'disgusting! Dirty sod spunking up in me bum!'" If I was sitting on a chair I would have fallen off of it at this, knowing exactly what he was talking about.

"You've read those stories too?" I asked.

"Yeah they're freakin' great!" Jason said giggling.

"You're kidding right?" I asked raising an eyebrow.

"Hell no! There is no other author I've read, who can excite me physically while making me kill myself laughing.. try jerking off while you're howling at a story! Now that is fun!"

"You're such a dork," I giggled.

Jason smiled at me. "Yeah but I'm your dork, and don't you forget it!"

We spent the next few hours cuddling in my bed together exchanging gentle touches and kisses. There were also a lot of "I love you"s. "Hey Chris," Jason said breaking the silence we had been in for a few minutes.

"What's up?" I asked happily. I couldn't believe how great it was. I mean sex was awesome, even better than I thought it could be, but just laying with Jason quietly was the greatest!

"Well.. you've let me.. uhh.. you let me make love to you twice now, and haven't done it to me yet," Jason said hesitantly.

"I figured you'd let me know when it was time. You seemed kinda nervous when we talked about it yesterday, so I wanted to give you time. We'll do it another time," I said. "You said you had to be home by 5:30 for dinner and it's 5:00 now, and I gotta shower before my parents get home.

"Okay Chrissy-babe," Jason said kissing my cheek. "Man I never knew love could be this great!"

I giggled, "yeah well I haven't had anything to eat yet today and I'm not even hungry!"

"Well I had breakfast, but I haven't had anything else either."

"I'll miss you tonight," I said pouting exaggeratedly like a little kid.

"I'll miss you more," Jason said and rolled on top of me and kissed my nose. He sat up straddling my legs and grabbed my teen- hood (well I still wasn't quite a man) and said, "I'll have to give Wilfred here a ride next time."

"Wilfred?" I asked bursting out with laughter.

"Yeah.. hehe," Jason said sweetly. "Wilfred."

"If you say so," I said giggling.

We got up and Jason put his clothes back on, and I must say he looked like he'd slept in them. His pants were all wrinkled from where they had been left on the floor all day, and his shirt was in similar shape. He looked in the mirror and shrugged his shoulders. "Beats me," he said. I just smiled and gave him one last hug, kiss, and "I love you" before he climbed back out the window.

* * *

I was sitting watching tv having just showered when the phone rang. I lifted the receiver to my ear. "Hello?"

"Chris honey it's mom," came my mother's voice over the line.

"Hey mom. You guys almost home yet?"

"No we're just boarding the plane in New York because our flight was delayed so I wanted to call you and let you know we're going to be late," she said in a hurried voice.

"Okay mom. I'm kind of tired so I think I'm just gonna grab something quick to eat and go to bed and see you in the morning."

"Are you feeling okay?" She asked concerned.

"Yeah I'm okay," I said after yawning. "Just sleepy. I played some basketball out back today with a new friend I made at the dance the other night."

"Oh that's nice," she said perking up a little. "Well honey, this is costing a small fortune so I guess we'll see you in the morning."

"Okay mom. Love you."

"Love you too Chris," she said and hung up the phone.

I wasn't very hungry so I just sat and watched tv and snacked on a bowl chips. When 9:00 rolled around I decided to go to bed cause I was getting pretty tired so I flipped the tv off and climbed the stairs to go to bed. My last thoughts that night were of Jason; heck my thoughts during that whole day had been of Jason so that was no surprise. I knew my gorgeous boyfriend and I would be together for a long time.

* * *

I called Jason when I woke up the next morning. "Hey Mrs. Mitchell. Is Jason there please?" I asked in my sweetest voice possible.

"No Chris, I'm sorry. Jason spent the night at David's house last night. You remember David?" Chris' mom said in what I guessed was her usually cool voice.

"Okay uh.. kay thanks very much Mrs. Mitchell," I said.

"You're quite welcome Chris. I'll tell Jason you called."

"Thanks," I said and hung up the phone. "Okay why is Jason sleeping over at David's house?" I asked myself. I remembered Tristan moving to Texas since it had being pressing on my mind. I wasn't a jealous person, but some tense feelings did creep into my heart. Jason wouldn't cheat on me, and David already had a boyfriend - who was in Texas! "Nooo," I shook my head chuckling. "Jason wouldn't cheat on me, and David's not like that either," I told myself and dismissed my doubts.

I got up and headed for the bathroom. I felt empty without Jason there on that day the way he had been the previous day. I had to manage things by myself but hey I had been doing that for years anyway! I finished taking care of bodily functions.

My parents were home now and my mother greeted me with a warm hug. "Hey mom," I said smiling happily. Yeah I was a "responsible young man" and blah blah blah as everyone always said, but despite it all I had missed my family something fierce while they were gone! I joined my parents, but by their faces I knew something was up. Then I heard the toilet in the front bathroom flush and knew we had company. Sitting in my boxers and a t-shirt I was hardly dressed to meet someone new!

The bathroom door opened up and out walked a cute little boy that looked a little too much like I had a few years earlier. He sheepishly approached the kitchen table and slid into the seat across from mine eyeing me nervously. I looked from my mom's face to my dad's, and both were looking from the boy, to me and back again. Their was a tense silence as my mind fumbled through the possibilities of just what was going on. "Okay," I thought to myself. "So this kid looks almost exactly the way I did in my school pictures a few years ago so either he's a clone, a cousin, or--"

"Christopher.. I'd like you to meet your half brother. His name is Peter Jefferson Mitchell, and he is now 11 years old." my father said breaking the silence.

I'm not sure when it happened but my mouth had been hanging open as I listened to what dad was saying. I had a brother for 11 years, and had never been told about it! "You can call me PJ. for short if you want," the boy chimed in nervously.

"Peter's mother has decided it would be better for him if he lived here, rather than in New York," my mother added.

"And you're okay with this?" I asked her incredulously.

"I forgave your father a long time ago Christopher, and it's not Peter's fault. I've seen little PJ. here a number of times and he's never been anything but a polite little boy and he's more than welcome in our house as far as I'm concerned."

"First of all.. don't get all condescending with ME mom! I've had a brother for 11 years and you never told me?! Whether I like him or not is hardly the issue here, I don't even know him! No doubt he's heard about me before now.. when did you decide to bring him here?"

"A few months ago," my father answered a little downcast. I knew they were feeling guilty and I wanted to accept the whole thing; I really did, but it hurt too much.

"A FEW MONTHS?! And you couldn't even tell me about it before hand? You kept my brother a secret from me for eleven whole years so don't you 'Christopher' me!" I stood up and headed for the stairs back up to my room. I heard my dad tell Peter it wasn't his fault and it totally wasn't. I wasn't mad at Peter, I was mad at my parents for not telling me about him. I felt cheated, I felt hurt, I felt lied to, and the worst part was that the feelings were true to the situation. I had been cheated, hurt, and lied to.

No sooner had I reached my bedroom than I heard little footsteps padding their way up the stairs. My door was closed part way and there was a gently knock at the door and PJ. poked his head inside. "Can I come in?" he asked in a slightly wavering voice.

I rolled over to look at him shifting from my position of laying face down on my bed. "Yeah sure," I said quietly.

PJ came walking over slowly looking around my room, then his eyes found mine again as he reached the bed and sat down on the edge nervously. "Sorry I had to mess up your life," he said, his voice showing he was nearing tears.

"Look," I began quietly. "It's not your fault at all."

"Yeah that's what dad said but it sure doesn't look that way," PJ said unhappily.

"I'm not upset that you're here PJ," I said sitting up next to him draping an arm over his shoulder as he started to cry. "Believe me, it's not your fault."

"Well then why do you hate me already?" PJ asked through his tears.

"I.. I don't hate you," I said tearing up a little myself.

"How come you're mad at me then?" He asked resting his head against my shoulder leaning against me.

"I'm mad at my parents not at you. Well our parents I guess," I added giving PJ a gently squeeze. "I'm upset because you're eleven years old and I could have known you and known that I had a brother for eleven years. I could have visited or you could have, and instead I'm only meeting you now, and mom and dad are just tossing you down at the breakfast table saying 'here's your brother'. I never had a chance to adjust to having a brother. I didn't have a chance to even be happy or sad about it. It was just thrown into my lap. I don't hate you PJ and I'm not mad at you either."

We sat there a few more minutes and I began wondering more and more about my new-found brother. What was he like? What did he like to do for fun? "Sooo.." I said dragging out the "o". "What's your favorite kind of ice cream?"

PJ started giggling. "I wait eleven years to meet you, hehe, and the first thing you ask me is my favorite ice cream? Hehehehehe!" 

"Yeah," I said smiling. "I bet it's... mint chocolate chip?" I asked.

"Yeah!" He exclaimed. "How did you know?"

"It's my favorite kind too," I said smiling broadly both inwardly and outwardly. "What's your favorite kind of food?"

"Chinese food and Italian food," PJ said.

"Shut up," I said giggling. "Mine too!"

"I've waited to meet you for a long time," PJ said. "I'm really happy I'm getting to live here and I'll try my bestest to be a good brother."

"Aaaawww," I said giving him a big hug. "I'm glad you're gonna be living here too Peej!" Dozens of other questions began flooding my brain but before I had a chance to ask any of them the phone rang, and I jumped up to get the phone. It was Jason.

"JASON!" I exclaimed happily.

"Chris babe, how's it hangin? Miss me?" Jason asked in that seductive yet always comical tone of his.

"Yeah hang on a sec," I said and rested the receiver against my chest. "PJ it's my friend Jason.. I gotta talk to him and then you and me will spend some time getting to know each other tonight I guess okay?"

That got a big smile and nod from PJ, and he walked happily out of the room closing the door behind him. "Hey babe yeah I missed you. How's David?"

"He's pretty down still.. well not that down cause I've been cheering him up. I had to wash his hair this morning while we were taking a shower cause he was missing Tristan real bad, and then I cuddled him last night too so he didn't feel as alone," Jason trailed off and the line fell silent.

"You showered together?" I asked quietly.

"Well.. yeah," Jason answered awkwardly.

"And this is like a normal thing in your relationship?"

"Yeah.. well no.. well... I didn't know what else to do Chris! He's my friend and I'm trying to help him through a tough time. There was this really really bad tornado in Texas and it hit Tristan's hotel and he might be hurt or maybe.. he could be dead Chris so no it's not a regular occurrence, but today and last night are different from regular. Nothing happened that shouldn't have."

"You promise?"

"Yeah Christopher, I promise."

"You know that if you're lying.. I'll cut your nuts off," I said giggling. I was still a little worried, but I figured things could wait until later when we could discuss them face-to-face. My laughter set Jason back at ease and I quickly ran through the experience of meeting my brother with him which really amazed him.

"Ooooops, here's David looking for me so are you gonna come over and spend the day with us?" Jason asked.

"You bet," I said happy to be in love with a guy as great as Jason.

"Kewl, until we hear from Tristan we're gonna be hanging near the phone.  See ya in an hour, lover boy."

"I love you more," I whispered softly.

"You know I do." Jason giggled back at me.

"Nuh uhhh," I said dragging out the second sound.

"Y__eah.  Bye." Jason said, and hung up the phone before I could argue the point further. It was something I'd learn to expect from Jason was that if there were an unwinable argument, expect him to change the subject or hang up the phone. He never did it out of anger, but he sure did it enough times for me to learn that it was just Jason being Jason.

I got myself dressed the rest of the way wearing a pair of khakis and a Tommy shirt and dashed towards the front door past my parents. "Where are you going?"

"Out," was my only reply as I tied my shoes.

"You promise you'll be back tonight right?" PJ asked me as he came out to the front hall from the kitchen near the back of the house.

I looked up and met his eyes with mine and couldn't help but smile. This was my brother, and he was a cutie at that. "Yeah Peej, I promise." He smiled and stood there looking at me funny for a minute. "What's up?" I asked.

He looked out at me from under his eyebrows and held his arms up slightly asking for a hug. I stood up  and pulled his head against my chest and wrapped my arms around him lightly. "Thanks Chris," he said softly.

"We'll get things worked out," I said. "It's just the parents whose butts we're gonna hafta kick alright?"

"Kay," he giggled.

This was definitely one of those days where if you had a diary, the entry would be reeeaaally long.

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