So continuing on from where I left it. Sorry, not going into too much detail with the sex scenes, just more detail into the emotional side of things.
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Lachlan Williams - tempus-fugit@windowslive.com
I didn't sleep in his bed with him that night. I couldn't sleep. My mind was racing through the last hour, everything George had said to me that night, the touch of his hand on my skin, the feel of his skin under my touch, my throbbing arsehole, still twitching in delicious pain. It all reminded me of Rama a little too much.
I got up quietly and dressed, and went out to the family room. I took the cushions off the couch and made a makeshift bed in the formal lounge, where I wrapped myself in a blanket and tried to sleep. For almost an hour more I tossed and turned, running over everything that had just happened. His smell all over my lips and hands, exciting me over and over. My hard on had not gone down since I snuck out of his room.
I unzipped my jeans and took my throbbing member out if its confines. I stroked it several times and it exploded all over my clothes and blankets. I was too drunk to give a shit about cleaning. Finally, after being physically and sexually exhausted, I drifted off to sleep, with one small concern nagging at my mind.
I woke the next morning and dragged my sorry arse into the family room. Almost everyone was awake, save for George. My ex, having heard everything that happened last night, gave me a rather frosty greeting. I was standing in the kitchen deciding what to have to lessen my hangover. Coffee wasn't going to do anything, it was almost midday, so I poured another glass of wine! Heh.
The flatmate and his girlfriend were outside, so I joined them for a cigarette. After pouring myself another glass of wine, George emerged. And true to form, my ex gave him a frosty greeting as well. Fantastic.
George came outside with his morning drink and a cigarette and sat down at the table with us. With his last sentence fresh in my mind, I acted as if nothing had happened. We spoke briefly and then he went to shower. I went in and sat on the couch and watched something on the television with my ex. He was making snide comments and had an all round cunt-ish mood going on.
I went outside for a cigarette while George and the flatmate went out to the shed to play on their Playstation. My ex came out to join me and it began.
"You told me last night you weren't going to hook up. You left, then you snuck back in while I was asleep." He started.
"Oh for god sake. Grow up. We're both adults. He instigated it all. He asked me." I said already fed up with this conversation.
"Well, you're still the same. You haven't changed. You're still a slut." He spat at me.
"And you're still trying to control everyone. How's that been going for you?" I spat back with just as much venom.
"You've ruined any chance I have with George!" He said through gritted teeth.
"Ah, the truth comes out." I sneered. "You're pathetic." I said walking away. I grabbed my wallet and walked out of the house, headed for the shopping centre.
Not even at the end of the road, my ex came alongside me. Great.
"Sorry, didn't mean to bark at you." He said.
"Well, I'm not in the mood for it right now." I said briskly.
I can't remember everything that was said during this walk, but he basically told me that he still loves me, and I him, but I will never return to him and I can't help who I'm attracted to, nor can I help if someone wants to have sex with me. I mean, it had been five months since I last had a sexual encounter. We got to the shops and I bought another couple bottles of wine and we walked back, further discussing the situation.
When we got home, I had a shower and freshened myself up, as well as changing out of the clothes I'd spunked all over. By the time I had gotten myself sorted with a glass of wine and a cigarette, my ex went off to shower. George came and told me that he had spoken with my ex and told him that it was all his doing and not to be angry at me. He even said that he tried to defend my honour. Something I hadn't heard since Rama was alive.
I was rather happy for the rest of that day. George had no idea how unbelievably wonderful he had made me feel that day. My ex on the other hand, wasn't dealing with things so well. We all decided that we were going to get him stoned so that he could sleep soundly. Not such a flash idea. He vomited every few minutes for near on two hours. Eurgh.
I had had a smoke as well and was fast fading, so bidding George goodnight, I went off to the formal lounge again, and drifted off to peaceful, happy sleep.
The next evening it was time for me to go back home. A friend was picking me up and I'd been having a few drinks with everyone. When I announced that I was about to leave, George was rather sad that I was leaving so quickly. I gave my ex a quick hug and banished him to the house, then the flatmate and his girlfriend followed behind him. I gave George the biggest hug I had ever given and told him I'll be in touch with him. He looked so sad.
Back in Auckland and things were back to normal. I was bored senseless and thought I'd give George a call. I asked him what he was up to that weekend. He said he was going to a rave with the flatmate. I was disappointed and said that I was going to ask him if he wanted to come to Auckland for the weekend, but the rave sounded like more fun. Well, he said that coming to Auckland would be just as much fun and that he wanted to come up.
So I organised to pick him up one evening and bring him back. We decided it best to pick him up from the shops, rather than home, so as not to piss off my ex. I sat in the car, the rain was pouring down outside, waiting for the flatmate to drop him off. George, the flatmate and the flatmates girlfriend had all come for the ride. I jumped out and gave the flatmate and his girlfriend a big hug and then George showed me that his cast had been removed, that he could walk without the crutches and then gave me the biggest hug ever. We climbed into the car and set off. Not even before pulling out of the car park I was waiting in, he put his hand on my knee. At first I was shocked and then felt completely at ease with it. His words "I just feel comfortable doing that with you." It made me feel very happy.
The drive back to Auckland was slow due to the heavy rain. But for the majority of the journey, George had his hand on my knee, or firmly holding my hand. I had told him to bring some CD's along with him and he was rifling through them, singing along loudly to them. It was pure heaven.
We got back to Auckland and I stopped to get some wine (Jesus I drink a lot of wine) and we got back to my place in rather high spirits. After an initial meet and greet with the people in my house, we spirited off to my room and had a glass of wine. We chose some movie and threw it in the DVD player, but merely five minutes into the movie, wine glasses dismissed, he was in my arms, holding me firmly and kissing me passionately. Again, not quite what I had expected.
I tried to slow things down a bit, just to get my head around what was happening. Lying side by side on my bed, I said, "I wasn't really expecting this you know."
"I like you." He answered.
"And I you." I said emotionally. "Why you like me though I don't know. I'm fat and ugly."
"You're beautiful." He said. "I think you're beautiful."
I nearly cried here. I kissed him fiercely to stifle the tears back. Again he asked me if he could fuck me. I was all too eager, but with a house full of people, I had to say that it wasn't very respectful, and that if he was okay with it, he can fuck the bajeezus out of me the following day. For the time being, I slid down his body after a good five minute tongue fight and began licking at his covered crotch. I freed his raging hard on from his boxer briefs and welcomed it back into my mouth with adoration. Not being so drunk this time, it was much easier to let him pummel away at my mouth without feeling the need to vomit all over his pubic hair. It didn't appear to be enough for him to get off, so I pulled off, slid up to his side and kissed him as he stroked himself. I played with his balls, without provocation this time, and slid a finger down his arse trench, seeking out his warm entrance.
I found it easily and with a little encouragement, managed to work part of my finger in. His arse muscles worked on my finger, almost trying to pull more in while he milked his furiously hard cock. I was stroking myself at this time and we managed to cum almost simultaneously. After a few seconds pause, I slid down his body and lapped up as much of his cum as I could find. Think I even licked up a stray glob of my own on his side.
We finished our glasses of wine and watched the last of the movie before succumbing to exhaustion.
The next day, we slept in as everyone in the house was heading out for the weekend. We got up and had a shower together. That was fantastic. I loved being in close proximity to him in that fashion. He washed my back and shoulders with a little soap, and then I washed his in return. I soaped up his beautifully smooth chest and washed his flatly muscled stomach, watching his pubic hair flatten under the water and soap. I ran my hands down his stomach and into his crotch hair, rinsing the soap out. I took a small amount of hair conditioner and ran it through his pubic hair, and over his shaft and cock head. Well, it rose of its own volition. I wasn't about to ignore it.
But before anything heavy could be started, we climbed out, dried off, clothed ourselves and had a cigarette and cup of tea with my sister and her boyfriend. Outside, George was standing quite close by me and I slipped my hand into his. He held it firmly but I could feel his hesitation. When my sister and her boyfriend went inside, we remained outside and George said that he wasn't used to holding a guys hand in front of people. I told him that he didn't need to be concerned as my sister wouldn't give a flying fuck, and her boyfriend knows better than to question anything. This seemed to placate him.
I decided to take him for a ride around town, show him some of the sights. We went to the top of one of Auckland's public domains, One Tree Hill, or as I've comically re named it, Monument Hill, as some activist cut the One Tree down several years ago, leaving only the monument. While overlooking the city, George bravely took my hand in his. I looked at him and smiled, a tear in the corner of my eye. It made me fantastically happy. We saw a couple of my friends out walking their dogs and had a quick chat with them and then I took him through central, showing him the hot spots there.
We returned home after stopping at the supermarket to get some things for dinner, and more wine, surprise surprise. We got home and had dinner and polished off a couple bottles of wine. We climbed into bed with another DVD and then it was all on. Remembering my promise from the previous night, George took me into his arms, kissed me fiercely and began to rip my clothes off. He had me on my knees in front of him as he rubbered up and slammed it into my waiting entrance. He was completely relentless in his assault, flaring in me memories of the last time. For over half an hour he was pounding me senseless, in doggie, missionary, even riding him. It was fantastic.
I climbed off him for a breather and while he jacked himself off, he shoved three fingers deep in my arse, setting off fireworks behind my eyelids as my eyes shut in delight. I survived only a few minutes as I ran a hand up my cock and blew the biggest load all over myself. George came all over himself but I was so buzzed, I merely rolled over and grabbed a towel to wipe down with.
We were lying in bed, facing each other, occasionally pecking each other on the lips, I was mostly staring into his eyes. They're so very like Rama's.
"I don't know what I've done to deserve you but I'm glad for it." I said softly.
"Good things come to those who deserve it." He answered.
"I suppose, but I'm not sure why me." I said.
"Because you're beautiful. And you're worth it." He said smiling at me.
"You're too kind." I said crying slightly.
"I'm being honest." He said.
"I think I'm... falling for you." I said shyly.
"Think?" He asked.
"Well, okay. I know I'm falling in love with you." I said giggling slightly.
"And I am falling for you as well." He said. "I love you."
"And... I love you." I answered kissing him again, and holding him tightly.
"I don't want anyone else." He said as we fell asleep.
The next day we got up and pottered around home, not doing much, but wherever we were, George had his hand on my knee, arm around my shoulder, or holding my hand. I was purely and utterly devoted to him. Then of course, the weekend came to an end and I had to drop him back off home. Again, we decided it best that my ex didn't know I was there so I dropped him off at the shops again. We sat in the car holding hands, hugging, kissing intimately and I asked, "Just to clarify, you're my boyfriend, right?"
"Yes, as long as I can call you my boyfriend?" He responded.
"Of course you can my beautiful." I said kissing him.
"I would like to come back again sometime soon, if that's okay?"
"Yes, I would like that very much." I said.
One final hug and he climbed out of the car. He said "I love you" as he climbed out of the car and disappeared into the dark. I was on cloud nine driving home that night, so ultimately happy with life.