AN EPIPHANY, Chapter 5 BY WILLIEJESS
After we gave up our virginity to each other, both Jim and I experienced a deep full- quality contented sleep. Of course our bodies, asses in particular, were wonderfully satiated with the sex we shared with each other, even if it meant that we needed to wash our bed linen the next day. I know I fell peacefully asleep in Jim's embrace, as I am sure the same was for him in my arms. Sometime in the midmorning, what woke me up was not the bright sunshine streaming in from the window, but by the hand of my lover who was kneeling next to me and slowly masturbating my cock. I know that for all men, teens and young boys, masturbation has always been a very private and intimate solitary affair, which we enjoyed to the full. In fact, our only worry was keeping our masturbatory habit secret from members of our families and even our friends. We would have been thoroughly embarrassed were we to have been caught. It's a wonderful ritual for all males to be able to relieve our sexual frustration and experience the joy of climaxing whether we were in bed or taking a shower or wherever we found a private secluded hide-a-way to protect our intimate moment. So contrary to all my past life experience is my lover masturbating me, and I have to admit that I had a tiny bit of shyness until I let my mind and heart take over and realize that it is my lover tenderly and lovingly rubbing my cock. It's just a little getting used to the fact that now I have a love partner, and if this is how he wants to enjoy my body, then he is certainly entitled to do so, and I should never stand in the way for Jim to ever feel hesitant or ashamed. It is really joyful sex when it is spontaneous. I opened my eyes way after the feeling I was receiving in my hard cock. Jim said to me later that my eyes were ever so full of love as I whispered to him:
"Morning, my love, you surely do know how to wake me up! It feels so good what you are doing."
By my uttering exclamations of oh's and ahs and my body writhing under Jim's expert hand job, I started to hump away into his closed fingers which kept sliding up and down over my gland and along my shaft. He then moved the other hand away from massaging and fondling my balls, and went instead to wetting his fingers for rimming my hole. When he shortly entered his middle finger, and started to finger fuck my opening, I asked Jim to hold my cock tighter and go faster. This was my first experience of someone else masturbating me, and it is so unbelievably better and more erotic than going at it solo. With my feet flat against the bed sheet, I started to raise my buttock and entire body in an arch. Wow, I just couldn't imagine the heightened erotic feeling and fullness I was receiving from Jim as being so much better than when masturbating alone. Looking lovingly at Jim's hardened cock, I wanted him to enter me and fuck me instead of using his finger. When I felt my seed building up in my balls, I desperately urged Jim to mount me. Staying on my back, and with my legs lifted and bent out of the way towards my chest and spread wide, Jim let go of my cock, placed his own at the entrance of my opening, and steadily pushed himself into me until he bottomed out with his scrotum against mine. I took over to masturbating myself while Jim started increasing his pumping into me. Soon we were both delirious with sex until the inevitable moment arrived for me first as my cock spewed forth my sperm in wave after wave of pleasure. My sphincter tightened and this led Jim to fire his own volley of sperm deep into my bowels. With both of us physically drained, I reached up with my open arms, and Jim lowered himself into my embrace. We were so beautifully locked together, with Jim's cock still in me, and my own pool of seed between our bellies. We entered into deep soul kissing, and sucking away or dancing with our tongues.
"I love you so much, Jim," and he in return: "I love you Thomas, my beautiful spouse. Good morning, my lovely angel." Hearing those words sent me into crying and shedding my emotions. Jim stuck out his tongue to lap up my tears, and held me so very tight. That's when I asked him to loosen his embrace so I could breathe. That sent us to smiling and a cheerful laugh. I expressed to Jim that I cannot get enough of him and he expressed the same sentiments to me. We both scooted up our love drenched bodies and sat propped against the pillows, still with arms embraced around each other. Without feeling compelled to say any words, we simply enjoyed the quiet presence of each other while once in a while I reached over, kissed his cock with a quickie sucking, and held his precious member in my hand. Jim likewise reached over, and started to quietly kiss and suckle on my nipple, and gradually worked his way down to my own cock, which he tenderly held, sucked, and slowly masturbated me. After a while, Jim and I both felt the urge to relieve our bladders, and so decided to end our now late morning love session, and go share the toilet and shower together. For some reason, I held back and did not completely empty my bladder. During the course of our shower, Jim and I embraced, and that's when the playful me started to place my soft penis upwards against Jim's belly, and away I pissed, this time completely emptying my bladder. Jim laughed, kissed me, and laughed again. He also became playful and started to play fireman with his own hose. I reached down and was able to catch a little bit of his urine into my mouth. When I mentioned that orange juice is far better, we finished our shower, dressed and decided to go out for a celebratory breakfast brunch.
Early last evening when Jim drove us in his car to a nice Italian restaurant, I never really took notice of his beautiful set of wheels. With the mid-day sunshine, I was able to see that the car was a Chevrolet Corvette T-Top coupe. Jim told me that it was a 1980 model, and that he purchased it from a retired couple who kept it in mint condition. Of course Jim was likewise devoted to keeping up the maintenance and polish of his trophy car. We decided to eat at a Denny's restaurant since we were looking for a volume meal over a quality one, and so we opted for a Grand Slam breakfast. We requested a booth in a far corner where our conversation would be more private.
"Jim," I asked, "do you think we could go somewhere private for a lazy afternoon picnic"
"You know Tom, that's not a bad idea. In fact, since we are somewhat on the Eastern side of Orlando, we could continue heading East on State Road 528 to Tosohatchee State Preserve which is kind of on the way towards the Kennedy Space Center. We could bring along a blanket, and pick up Subway sandwiches, chips and sodas. I have a small cooler in the condo and we can throw in a couple trays of ice cubes."
"Great, I exclaimed with some enthusiasm, and hopefully we would have some privacy for talking and anything else which might come to mind."
"Yeah, Tom, but don't get your hopes up since there may be lots of people visiting the Preserve. I've never been there, but I hear it is nice."
"Can I ask you a personal question, and please, Tom, don't get me wrong. We only just met through this crazy Internet dating service, and I've always had my suspicions about some of the clients who use it. In fact, the only reason I am asking this question is because I have sort of misled you by using a pseudo name."
"Are you ok, Tom, you look like you are going to get sick on me?"
"After all our wonderful sharing of love, Jim, please don't tell me something which will cause our friendship, hell, our very love to fall apart." And the tears started to well up in my eyes.
Jim immediately got up from his side of the booth, and sat down next to me. With only one other table being occupied, he felt we had enough privacy, and so he placed his left hand right over my pants and squeezed my soft cock.
"Please, Tom, I mean no harm nor am I really deceiving you about my love and heartfelt love for you. My love is real and sincere. Look at me, Tom, you are my first man I made anal love, and I took your virginity. Those facts will never change, and will be part of our lives forever. Please believe me." My right hand crept towards Jim's crotch, and I held on to him.
"I suppose I also owe you an explanation, Jim, about my own name. Remember my telling you how I was misled by my first date, Juan? Ever since then, I went by the name of Tom. My real name is Bill. My family members call me Willie, and I sign my name as William. Now, Jim, you make me feel ashamed. But honest, since I like us to be a family, you can call me Willie. So what is your real name, and please don't say some weird one which I will have to live with for the rest of my life."
"Willie," says Jim, "my name is not a strange one, but I sort of felt embarrassed to use it during my time of using the dating service. My parents named me Jesus, but ever since I was a little boy, I preferred the nick name of Jess or Jessie. Also I didn't want to use such a religious and holy name of Jesus for fear that I would scare off would-be dates as being some kind of religious nut-case. So, are you disappointed, Willie?"
"Oh, Jessie, I couldn't be happier, and the hell with it, I'm going to kiss you right now."
Before Jessie could react, I leaned over and planted a nice soft kiss on his cheek along with a squeeze on his cock. Jessie decided to return to his seat opposite me, but we managed to keep our physical contact with each other by intertwining our feet. A short time later, the waitress returned with our food, and refill of coffee. Almost simultaneously we both looked at each other and gave a smile.
Once again, Jessie brought up another question: "So what is your last name, Willie?" To which I answered, "Romero." There's one thing I have to say of Jessie, now that I look back and remember all that has transpired. We both react quite differently when in shock. I am more inclined to turn ghostly white, and either get a feeling of sickness in my stomach or I start to cry. Jessie, on the other hand, either starts a nervous laugh or has the look of bewilderment.
Jessie answered that his last name is "Moreno." Immediate, with excited enthusiasm, Jessie pointed out the similarity of our last names, by having the same number of letters, and only the one letter `n' keeping us different.
"You have to admit", Willie, "that our meeting and finding each other has to be the work of God."
I likewise concurred in the belief that our love is truly started in Heaven, and that God ordained us to discover and love each other. We finished our brunch, with Jessie paying for the meal, and the happy sentiments in our hearts followed us all the way into the car. Jessie really wanted to celebrate our newly discovered freedom, that he asked me to help him remove the sun roof on each side of the car. He stored them in the trunk. It was exhilarating to have the wind blow all around us and have the sunshine surround us. Jessie and I held hands all the way back to the condo except when he had to be occupied with the operation of the car.