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Let Me Touch You	By : ElizabethAshbury Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Korn Views: 4011 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Korn. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Ch 1
- 2-Ch 2
- 3-Ch 3
- 4-Ch 4
- 5-Ch 5
- 6-ch 6
- 7-ch 7
- 5
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I walked to biology without looking back at Sam. Fuck him! I thought. To think that I had given him my trust. I knew it was a mistake. Oh well, I thought, so I got fucked over again, not the first time or the last. I acted tough about it, fighting tears. It still hurt. I made it to class. I couldn’t focus at all. I usually liked biology but I just couldn’t think of anything else. It really hurt.

At lunch, I took a seat with Chad and John.

“Hey, Davis, what’s up?” John said.

“Nothing at all.” I said, trying to sound non-chalant.

“What’s going on with you and Sam Watson?” Chad had heard apparently.

“I just helped him with his homework.” I shrugged. We changed the subject. Chad wanted to go to a club this weekend. He said he could set me up with this girl who worked with his sister. I told him maybe, althoughad had no intention of going. I might now that Sam has fucked me, I thought.

During pipe practice it hit me. I had told my friends the same lie that Sam had told Ms. Moore. I had never felt like such a hypocrite in my life. I had to talk to Sam. He probably wouldn’t want to talk to me now. I had to try. I did like him and on some level, I understood why he said what he said. My friends wouldn’t have understood either. They wouldn’t have completely shut me out, but they wouldn’t understand and would give me shit about it. I didn’t even see Sam the rest of the day. I hoped he didn’t leave and go home because of me. I walked my usual route home, only today I went to Sam’s, still wearing my kilt from practice.

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I left at lunch. I couldn’t bear running into Jon in the halls and him ignoring me. I felt so terrible for what I did. I got home and crawled into bed, only thinking about how I had fucked up and hurt Jon. I cried. He was going to come over today too, I thought. I had hoped we could have some quality time. I was going to surprise him and take him out. I no longer cared what anyone thought. I would stand up to Chris and Carson, maybe even admit that I was bisexual and I liked Jon if it meant I could be with him again. I would kiss him and hold him and tell him how sorry I was in front of everyone if that was what it took. I cried myself to sleep, feeling like a complete wimp.

The doorbell ringing woke me up. I had a horrible headache. When I opened the door, I felt like my prayers were answered. There was Jon in his pipe band kilt. He looked amazing in it. I thought I was dreaming at first. I shielded the setting sun from my eyes.

“Jon…come in.”

He shut the door behind him. He suggested that we go sit in the living room.

“Are your parents home?” He asked coldly.

“No…” I prepared myself for him to tell me how I had fucked him. How I had hurt him and was ready for him to say that he never wanted to speak to me again. We sat down. I stared at the floor, not wanting him to see my puffy eyes and tear-stained face.

“Sam,” he began and though this were a business meeting, “listen, I was thinking about this morning all day today. When I heard you tell Ms. Moore that I was only helping you with your homework, obviously, I was pissed. I was hurt too. I felt like I had lost your trust.” I knew he did. I didn’t blame him.

“I’m so sorry,” I whispered.

“Wait…I’m not finished. When I got to lunch, I sat with MY friends. They had apparently heard something about me and you also and asked me about it. Without even thinking, I told them the same thing you had told Ms. Moore.”

I slowly understood what he was getting at. He was trying to tell me he was sorry. He continued.

“So…I realized that I too care what my friends think to an extent. I feel like complete shit, Sam. I should have been more understanding with you. It can’t be easy to go from being so popular to being labeled as my boyfriend.” He got up and sat next to me and cautiously put his hand on my back. “I’m really sorry.”

That was all it took. I burst into tears again, comfortable with doing that only in front of him. I threw my arms around his thin frame and sobbed openly. Jon soothingly ran his hand up and down my back. I felt him kiss the top of my head. I held him tightly, hopefully sending the message to him that I wouldn’t be so careless next time. He seemed to get it.

“I’m really sorry Jon…” I sputtered tearfully into his shoulder. I heard him sniffle. I looked up and saw tears in his eyes too, even though he wasn’t crying nearly as hard as I was. He nodded and wiped my eyes. He kissed my forehead. I told him I was sorry again.

“Shhh…” he ran his fingers through my hair, “let’s just forget it, okay?” Gladly, I thought. For once, I had a real friend. Whether or not he was my boyfriend at this point took a backseat to the fact that I felt like I had a true friend in Jonathan Davis.

We sat together quietly, both recovering from the hard emotions. Finally, we both felt better. I sat up and took his hand. I smiled. My headache was now gone.

“Jon…I had something planned for us.”

He looked interested.

“I wanna take you out.”

He looked stunned. He got very quiet before agreeing to my offer. I took Jonathan out to dinner, me and him. We really had a good time. We talked, laughed and thoroughly enjoyed each other’s company. I felt like I had known him for a long time. He offered to pick up the check. I didn’t let him.

When we got home, there was a note on the couch. My parents had gone out, it would be very late. This night was turning out great and would only get better. Jonathan and I sat down on the couch and I put on a movie. We were holding hands by time the previews had finished and kissing passionately ten minutes into the movie.

As my tongue explored Jon’s mouth, my hands found his thigh and crept up until I found his erection. I remembered just yesterday what had happened. His size had sort of surprised me. Not that I expected him to be small, just not as big as he was. He was definitely bigger than me and I had felt a little inadequate. It didn’t seem to bother him though. I took Jon’s hand as we kissed each other on the mouth, face and neck and guided it to my own stiffness. He rubbed it outside my pants. I really wanted to move things along. I wanted more of what had occurred yesterday. I pulled back from him and without saying a word, I took his hand and pulled him to his feet. He was still wearing his kilt. He wore it well.

I lead him by the hand to my bedroom. I shut and locked the door and this time he took me and pulled me over to the bed where he pulled me on top of him. He grabbed my face with both hands and pulled me in for a deep kiss. His hands found their way under my shirt. I pulled it off. I eased up off of him so that I could lay next to him. I also felt like I was crushing him. I was glad he was wearing that kilt. Easy access. I found one of his lean legs, soft with dark hair, much like his chest and let my hand crawl up his kilt. I pulled down his boxers and he kicked them off. I grasped his cock and started stroking. His kilt was in the way, so I lifted it. He groaned as I stroked him.

I was getting tired of just making out and messing around. I tried to think of how to tell him that I wanted to take this further. I assisted him in taking off his shirt while I thought of what move to make. For all I knew, he wanted the same thing. I was relieved when Jon sat up and took my chin in his hand.

“I want to fuck you, Sam,” his voice was full of desire. I smiled. I wasn’t so sure about him doing that to ME, though, as I thought about how big he was.

“I’m glad you said that, I was just going to ask you…”

“Do you…have anything?”

I thought for a second. I found some regular, no-frills, fragrance-free lotion. That would work. I had used that once with an ex-girlfriend. I made a mental note to find some lube to use in the future with Jon, but this would work for now. I removed my pants and underwear and Jon pulled off his kilt along with his shoes and socks. I sat down on the bed and kissed him. I handed him the lotion. He quietly told me to lay back. I backed up until I was against my pillows. Jon positioned himself in frof mof me on his knees and gently parted my legs. He coated his fingers.

I gasped when his fingers pressed on the sensitive spot. He pushed them into me and I clenched tightly without even trying to. Jonathan sensed that he should slow it down. He whispered “sorry” to me and gently inserted only one finger. This was better. I relaxed more and relief washed over his face. He slowly worked his finger in and out of me and very gently eased in another. After I got used to the sensation, he pulled his fingers out of me, about to oil up his dick. I tensed up. He was so big, I just wasn’t sure I was ready to take him. I wondered if he would be okay with me being in him. It didn’t hurt to ask.

“Hey, Jon…”

He looked a little alarmed.

“Um…I was wondering…well, since you’re so big…”

“You mean…you want to…”

“Yeah…it’s just, you’re really big,” I repeated.

A wide grin crept across his adorable face. He leaned in and kissed me softly. He handed the lotion to me and took the place where I was laying. My eyes gazed over his long, slender form and that beautiful chest. He had the true look of a young man to me. His fine-featured face looked so chiseled and soft, yet he still looked boyish. His soft, furry chest reinforced his subtle, but certainly present, masculinity. His very ample penis did so as well.

I oiled up my fingers the way Jon had. I very carefully rubbed around the small opening. I gently pushed and felt the tip of my middle finger go through. Jon groaned, but didn’t look to be in pain. I pushed further. When he got used to it, I inserted another finger. He clenched tightly.

“It’s okay, Jon.” He relaxed. I made the effort to be more gentle. He breathed deeply and allowed me to work my fingers in and out of him. He really started to get into it.
“Do it, now,” he begged with a moan.

I completely coated my cock with the lotion. Jon watched lustfully as I gave myself a few strokes to thoroughly cover it. I positioned myself very close to him, between his legs and he helped guide me in. I pushed very slowly and gently. I had never felt anything so tight before. It was amazing.

Jon and I both seemed to open our eyes at the same time. I slowly pulled out, but not completely and gently pushed back in. a low groan escaped his lips. I very slowly and gradually picked up a rhythm. The way Jon was reacting, I wasn’t sure if he was in pain, pleasure, or both. I was feeling nothing but pleasure as I pushed in and out of him. All my inhibitions were forgotten as my moans grew louder. Jon’s became more primal and growl-like. He became very vocal when I reached down to stroke him.

“Is that good, baby?” I said lustfully. He moaned a response. “Wanna turn around?”

He looked up at me and smiled. I gently pulled out of him and he got on his hands and knees if front of me.

I cally lly re-entered him, picking up right where I left off. Being in this position allowed me to move more freely and allowed for deeper penetration. Jon ry sey seemed to notice. He arched his beautiful, flawless back in pleasure. I ran my nails down the soft, hairless skin. He groaned and got up from his hands.

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I sat up on my knees until my back was against Sam’s chest. He kept pumping in and out of me, his cock reaching deep inside. He felt so good now that I was used to the sensation and was consistently massaging my prostate. I was overwhelmed by the pleasure. I wanted it harder, he had been gentle careful not to hurt me, but now I was ready for him to get rougher. He was already kissing and gently biting my neck, his arms around me with his fingers in my chest hair.

“Do it harder,” I begged.

“Are you sure, baby?”

Baby, I thought, I liked it. It gave me a warm feeling. I begged him again. He shuddered a groan and gently pushed on my back so I would lean forward. I drew in a long breath and Sam pulled back. He thrusted into me swiftly. I collapsed forward on my elbows in ecstasy.

“MORE!” I growled. He did it repeatedly, fucking my ass hard and fast, holding me by my hips and taking over me. Suddenly a familiar shudder came over me. I was so close. I stroked myself to get me there faster. I could sense that Sam was close too.

“Jon,” he breathed, “I wanna cum in you.”

“Do it.”

As I felt his cock contracting around the tight hole as he released the hot liquid deep inside me, I hastily grabbed my black undershirt that lay on the bed. I felt like my orgasm came from somewhere deep inside me as I released it into my shirt. Sam finished just seconds before me, remaining inside me until we both came down from the amazing high. He slowly pulled out of me and collapsed next to me where I lay on my front side. I crawled over to him and kissed him softly. He responded with a gentle kiss. We laid together in a sweaty heap, exhausted. We fell asleep.

I woke up to hear Sam’s alarm. I had stayed the whole night with him! I woke up before he did. He reached over me to shut off the clock that was buzzing so loudly. He looked startled at first that I was next to him. Then he smiled.

“Hey,” he whispered.

“Hey,” I smiled back. “I haven’t slept that good in a long time.”

“Me neither. You okay this morning, baby?” He rubbed the top of my head.

I smiled wider and nodded. He kissed my forehead.

“I guess we should get up.”

I sighed. “Yeah…oh shit…I only have my kilt.” I laughed. I didn’t want to get of of bed. It was so warm in there next to Sam.

“Wear it with that black T-shirt you had on, it looked good on you.”

“Um…there’s a problem with that T-shirt…”

“Huh? Ooooohh! Okay…Let me see it.” I tossed him the shirt that was now stained with my dried cum. Sam took it into the bathroom and rubbed it out. He put it in the dryer for me. I got up and put on my boxers and turned on the shower, hoping Sam wouldn’t mind. The hot water felt amazing. At my house it was usually all used up by the time I got in there. I was enjoying the steam and the warmth of it all when I was startled. Sam had joined me.

“You don’t mind, do you?” I asked him.

“Of course not. I like this. Let me get your back for you,” he offered. I handed him the soap. He massaged my back with it.

“You don’t know how rare a hot shower is for me.”

“Glad I could help,” he said as he continued to rub the soap in. “Jon, you are so beautiful.” Did he really just say that? I was speechless.

“Thanks…” I murmured.

“You really are. You don’t know that?”

“I know I’m a ‘Pretty Boy’”.

“Jon, stop. I’m serious. You’re so beautiful. You look better than me.”

“Don’t say that…you’re…beautiful too.” He was, in a very manly way.

It got very quiet. Sam and I both finished up in the shower. He got out and handed me a towel. He brought me back my shirt that had been in the dryer. I thanked him. It felt so warm when I put it on. Before we both left for school, I hugged Sam and thanked him for everything.

“I just want to see you happy. I think you deserve it.” He kissed me. We got in his car and headed for school.

Sam and I got many stares and whispers as we emerged from his black Honda. I looked at him before walking into school. He looked uneasy.

“It’ll be okay.” I assured him. He nodded and we walked through the halls, to English class together. We parted ways after for our next class and sat together at lunch with my friends, Sam still looked uncomfortable, but then again, so was I. I let them know that Sam was indeed my friend and would be sitting with us. They didn’t object, but looked wary of who they still thought of as a “jock”. They would have to get used to it. I felt like I might be in love with him. He was just so good to me that it almost seemed too good to be true. Sam and I parted ways after lunch to go to our next classes.
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