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Chapter 1
The 'tromp, tromp, tromp' of the approaching hooves thundered in my heart as much as on the beach outside our private cabin. As the sun had already departed for the day, I could only make out a silhouette in the moonlight, as my lover leaped from the saddle, and stepped onto the porch.
This was our weekend getaway, our private paradise, and miles from anyone or anything that would keep us from finally expressing our love for one another.
Kenny and I had been together for eight months when we visited our "Cabin Paradise," and I started to think back to how we'd met. Although it seems hard for some to believe, we've never advanced beyond passionate kissing and a tender hug good night. Call us old fashioned or just too shy, but Kenny and I wanted something more out of a relationship than the bar-hop fuck that most of our friends were experiencing.
I was sick of the bar scene, as well as the rest of the "get-togethers" that San Francisco had to offer. It was depressing, and I was beginning to believe that I would never find a man that would steal my heart, hold it forever, and make me feel like I could take on the world.
Out of pure frustration, I placed an ad in one of those online matching services. It was short and simply really. I briefly described myself, 30 years old, average build, white with dark hair, smooth body, great smile, tender heart, and a hopeless romantic. Then, I ended the ad with this simple message: "I'm sick of the bars, I'm tired of the games, I'm ready to settle down and start living life, instead of watching it pass me by. Interested? Email me," and I gave my address.
For two weeks, no one answered. "Well, it was worth a shot. No big surprise." I resigned myself to be an old, unwanted and lonely man.
I decided to enter a chat room, and after 15 or 20 minutes, I was becoming quite comfortable. I used my real name, Russell, and was commenting on just about everything the other chatters had to say. My humor was especially handy, and that's when my screen "dinged."
"You're pretty funny." The dialog box said, 'Kennyspassion.'
"Thanks. Where you from, Kenny?"
"San Mateo," he responded. "Did you mean what you said?"
"About what?"
"About being a hopeless romantic," he responded.
I stopped for a second without typing again. I didn't remember saying that in the chat room, but then, I type so fast sometimes, I don't really remember all the comments. "Yeah, I'm sick of the 'gay scene.' It just seems like guys only want one thing. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love sucking dick. But, after you've busted a nut, then what?"
"Breakfast?" Kenny had a wit of his own.
"Yeah, exactly. But, Noooo...with me, it's 'thanks a lot, Rusty, see ya.' And, he's out the door before I can even open my mouth to respond." Okay, so I was venting a little.
"So, then, Russell, tell me more. Since you seem so ready to settle down, what's your idea of a perfect date?"
Now I was spooked. Coincidence, maybe, but this guy quoted my ad. I decided to press the issue. "Have we met?"
"Not yet."
"You seem to know me pretty well. Have we chatted before?" My curiosity was in overdrive, and Kenny wasn't giving me a clue.
"Nope."
"Well, let's see. I guess my idea of a perfect date is a romantic candlelit dinner, some white wine, a little jazz music, and end the evening cuddling in front of a crackling fireplace." "Wow," came the response. "That sounds wonderful. I don't suppose you have a restaurant in mind."
Now he had me hooked. I stopped chatting in the room, and continued my private chat with Kenny. "Restaurant? No. Actually, I love to cook, and was thinking of something a bit more private and intimate." Well, THAT should scare him off, I thought. But, it was too late; I already hit the 'send' button.
"Mmmmmm, nice," came the response.
There was a pause for a moment.
"You still there?" Kenny asked.
"Umm, yeah. I was just thinking that most guys get freaked out about romance. I figured you were just being kind." I didn't trust myself, and I thought the kindest thing I could do is let this guy go. After all, I haven't been the luckiest guy in the love department.
"Kind? No. Honest? Yes. I have to admit, Russell, I'm sick of the games myself. I think having somebody show a little romance would be cool." Then Kenny paused for a moment.
'Games,' I thought? This can't be. He couldn't have read my ad, then somehow found me here in a chat room. I had to know the truth! "Have you ever been in a matchmaker site?"
"Yeah."
"Anyone in particular?" If he answered 'soulmates-forever.com,' I would have my answer.
"Soulmates-Forever." His response flashed on my screen, and my heart felt it before my mind read it.
'Holy shit,' I thought. "You've read my ad, haven't you?"
"Yep." I knew Kenny was smiling. I could just tell. Then, sure enough, his next message was one of those smiley face icons.
"And you didn't run screaming?" I had to make light of it, because my heart was doing jumping jacks. "I mean, I never got an email from you."
"No, Russell, I didn't run screaming. Most of those ads talk about romance, ya da, ya da. They don't mean it, so I didn't respond." Well, at least Kenny was honest.
"Yeah, I know what you mean. So, if you saw my ad, you already know what I look like. Do you have a pic?" It was a daring question, but I figured, I pushed this far, may as well keep going.
"Sure, hold on." Then the file transfer message came on, and in a few moments, the downloaded picture appeared on my screen. I inhaled and held my breath. There, on my screen, was a picture of the man I was chatting with. He appeared in his late 20's, light brown hair, pale skin, and a few brown freckles here and there. Kenny had a huge smile, and his deep dark eyes glistened. The picture was from his shoulders up, but he looked so cute, I had to say so. "Nice pic. REALLY nice pic. So, you got a boyfriend, Kenny? I mean, a cutey like you has got to have guys beating down his door. Or, beating SOMETHING anyway."
"LOL. I wish. No, no boyfriend. All sex, and no emotion."
"Okay, then. How about that dinner?" It was an attempt at humor, with a hint of my interest in him.
"Ummm," his response flashed in front of me. Yep, I'd pushed too far. Damn it. "Okay. When?"
It's funny to think how Kenny and I met. I'd heard of other 'straight' couples meeting online. In fact, one couple I knew even got married, and after about 8 years now, they're still together.
As I mentioned, Kenny and I have been together for a long time. There's no question that we'd come close to having sex only about a dozen times, but one of us always withdrew, knowing how much we wanted our "first time" to be special.
The clomping sound of Kenny's boots on the porch planks brought me back to the present. The door to our secret hideaway opened, and Kenny entered the doorway. Still backlit by the bright moon, Kenny seemed to glow. Lately, I've been seeing him glow more and more. I knew my heart was being stolen, and I was powerless to prevent it. I didn't want anything else. Kenny was becoming my world.
So much so, that I had spent the entire week planning this weekend.
"Kenny, can you get away for the weekend?"
The pause on the other end of the phone led me to believe that the question surprised Kenny. I heard the rustling of his calendar pages. As a fairly new attorney in his law firm, weekends were usually reserved for special appointments. However, Kenny and I had been talking about getting out of town for weeks, and I decided to take it upon myself to make this weekend happen.
"Kenny?" I asked again, making sure the phone hadn't disconnected.
"Umm, yeah, Russell. That sounds great. Where we going?" I could hear Kenny making notes on his calendar.
"Oh, no you don't," I said to him. "It's a surprise, and I'm not giving you any hints. I'll send you an email with directions. You'll meet me there. Okay?"
"Cool. You know I love surprises." Kenny's voice had picked up a notch or two, and I could tell he was getting excited about it.
As promised, I sent him directions to Half Moon Bay, and had left instructions at his destination to use one of the horses I had pre-arranged, and follow the hand written map I had made, that was taped to the saddle, to our "Cabin Paradise."
The whole week Kenny kept trying to get little hints from me, and I wouldn't give a clue. It was exciting for me to think that he was so intrigued.
As Kenny opened the cabin door, the aroma of cinnamon and spice candles, and roses filled Kenny's nose. He inhaled deeply, took a step forward, and closed the door behind him.
"You know roses are my favorite," he smiled at me as he walked to me.
We embraced and Kenny delivered a passionate kiss on my lips that seemed to last an hour. As our lips parted, and Kenny's eyes began to wonder down my body, finally noticing that I was wearing a terry bathrobe, tied in the front.
"This looks comfy," he said as he rubbed his hands across the front of my robe.
"There's lots of time for that," I said and grabbed his hand pulling him further into the cabin. "Come, sit with me." As we moved closer into the cabin, the soft sounds of piano music filled the room, along with an occasional "crack" and "snap" of the fire in the stone fireplace.
I pulled Kenny to a large soft white rug that I had placed in front of the hearth. Surrounding the rug were the torn petals of several dozen roses. The aroma was breath taking and Kenny stopped for a moment to inhale the fragrance. The glimmering flicker of the candles was the only source of light. Kenny once again glowed in my eyes.
I pulled him to me and we once again embraced, falling slowly to the soft rug. The fabric against my legs made me tingle, and I moved closer to Kenny.
Kenny began to touch my back, caressing the soft material of the terry robe. His touch warmed me more than the fire, and I felt like I was melting into his strong arms.
Our lips parted again, and as I began to move backwards, Kenny grasped my cheeks with his hands and held me in place. "I want to look into those mysterious eyes of yours, Russell," he said as he gazed at me.
"I love you so much, Kenny," I whispered to him, barely audible above the music. "I feel like I've known you for years, and these past months have been the highlight of my life. I've protected my heart for so long that I was afraid it would never feel love...true love, Kenny. But it has. It found love in you. You've stolen my heart, Kenny. It beats with yours in a rhythm unlike anything I've ever felt before."
Kenny kissed me on the cheek, and then moved to my ear. "We were meant to be together, Angel." Then, he kissed me again, and I just relaxed into his arms.
"Kenny?" I was nervous, but all the planning in the world would not have changed that. "Kenny, I want you. I want to make love to you. I want to feel your body next to mine. I want to show you just how much I love you, and how special you make me feel."
Then, slowly, I stood up before Kenny. I untied the robe I was wearing, lifted it off my shoulders, and let it cascade down behind me.
Kenny softly smiled, and let his eyes wonder from my face, to my neck and then continue down. As his eyes reached my chest, Kenny sat up and ran both of his hands on the side of my naked body. The touch of his warm hands against my naked skin was electrifying.
As he reached my stomach, Kenny sat up further and planted tender kisses along my abdomen. As he kissed me, I softly moaned, "I've waiting a long time for this moment, Kenny. I want it to last forever."
He smiled up at me and began kissing my belly again. As he kissed me and moved closer to me, his chest touched my dick, and the electricity generated at that moment sent shivers up my spine.
I lifted him to his feet, and our eyes once again locked together. "I need you," I said as I lifted his leather jacket off his shoulders and let it fall behind him. "I need to feel your skin against mine."
I began to unbutton his shirt, and Kenny placed his hands on mine, stopping me after the second button. I looked at him, and he smiled at me. "Let me show you, Russell."
I lowered my hands, and Kenny began to undress in front of me. Slowly, yet erotically he undid each button. The further down he got, the more of his milky skin was exposed to me. Kenny untucked his shirt from his black jeans, and then, removing it from his slim body, tossed it to the other side of the room in careless abandon.
Kenny then began to unbuckle the slender belt around his jeans. As he pulled the leather strap from it's hold, the top of his jeans loosened on the slender waist of my lover. Kenny's little 'strip-tease' performance was doing wonders for my cock as it grew with the anticipation of seeing the man I loved completely naked in front of me.
Kenny unbuttoned the top button of his jeans, and then slowly, carefully unzipped them. My eyes followed his every move, as though they were glued to his hands.
As Kenny began to slip his fingers into the waist of his jeans, I stopped him, "No, wait." I embraced both sides of his tender stomach and began to return the tender kisses he had placed on my stomach. The bulge of his rising cock was just below me, and as I embraced Kenny closer, I could feel its heat against my skin.
I then slipped my own fingers into his waistband and slowly pulled the jeans down his slender, smooth legs. I could tell that Kenny shaved down with expert preciseness, and the feel of his skin and aroma of his cologne was intoxicating. As his jeans fell to the floor, his bulge increased in volume, until the soft fabric of his light blue briefs was stretched to capacity.
I couldn't resist, and rested the palm of my hand on his cock, feeling the pulsing veins through the fabric. I reached down and kissed the shaft of his cock gently, which only caused it to grow larger. Kenny moaned and whispered, "Take me, Russell. Please."
Before he could finish his thought, my thumbs were in his briefs releasing his manhood from its fabric prison.
Finally, better than I had ever dreamed, was Kenny's fully erect 7 inch cock, pointing directly at my face, as if introducing itself to me. I moved closer and kissed the very tip of it. I stayed for a moment feeling the heat of his dick against my tender, sensitive lips.
I released my embrace as Kenny lifted me from the floor and we embraced once again, this time allowing our naked skin to touch. Our dicks danced together as each began to pulse upward. Our tongues created their own dance, and the kiss only intensified what love and passion I was already feeling.
"Make love to me, Kenny," I said as we broke our kiss. "I want you inside of me, a part of me."
Kenny lowered me to the rug, and we began to kiss again. Then, he moved to the nape of my neck and while licking small circles on my neck, began to caress the inside of my thigh.
My dick again jutted forward, as if reaching for his hand to embrace it. Kenny took its cue, and wrapped his soft fingers around the shaft of my hot dick.
"Mmmmmm," I moaned as he touched me on my most tender and private area.
"I've waited a long time, too, Russell. I promise that you will never forget this weekend."
Kenny moved further downward, gently planting kisses in neat rows along my body. When he approached my pubic bush, he stopped, only long enough for visual approval. I smiled at him, and moved to my dick.
At first, he just kissed my stiff cock. Teasingly kissing the shaft and head of my anxious cock. With his attention, I thought sure that I would not be able to control myself, but I fought back the urge and intensity. Kenny sensed my tensing and began kissing my thigh.
Having relaxed a bit, Kenny moved back up to my dick, this time engulfing the entire length of my 6.5 inch cut love pole. Wrapping his lips tightly around the base, he moved upward pulling my dick with him, until he reached the head of my prick, and then moved back down again.
Kenny repeated this motion five more time, and each time, I treasured it. I began to wish that I had not waited so long, but the pleasure more than made up for the wait.
I knew I would not be able to hold out much longer, and I desperately wanted to feel Kenny's dick inside me. I had to melt his body into mine. "Make love to me, Angel."
I quickly grabbed one of the foiled condoms from the floor, and ripping open the package, pulled the lubricated condom from its holder. Pinching the tip, I placed the condom on the end of Kenny's firm and flawless cock. Slowly, methodically, I rolled the rubber down the full length, and it felt so good to have my hands around his manhood. I then kissed the very tip again.
Kenny rolled me over and I rose to my knees. As he touched my ass cheeks with his strong hands, he began to massage them and mold them. In a short time, Kenny separated my cheeks and gently touched my glory hole. At first, small circles around it. And then, as my sensitivity lowered, he began to probe my ass.
All of this happened so quickly and so gracefully; that I hadn't noticed when Kenny lubed one of his fingers with some love oil I had placed by the rug. He once again touched my hole, and began to push it inward. "Relax, Russell. Let it happen naturally."
"But I want this so bad," I pleaded.
"I know, Baby. It will be wonderful, but you have to relax." He pushed again and this time, I took his advice. I inhaled slowly and tried to relax my body. His finger slipped in, and it surprised me.
Although I had fucked before, Kenny's touch was different. Gentle, loving, and caring. Each movement was an art of love. Then, he inserted a second finger and began to massage my hole, opening me for what would come next.
I was ready. I was more than ready, in fact. I wanted it. I wanted him.
Kenny lubed the head and shaft of his sheathed cock, and pointed his head at my love hole. When it touched my dark opening, I jumped a little. "It's okay, Baby, you're ready for this."
"Oh yes," I agreed, and I relaxed again.
As Kenny pushed forward, the head of his stiff cock entered me. He stopped a moment, allowed the very small tinge of pain surpass. Once used to him, he began to push further, slowly, carefully, until the entire 7 inches was inside me.
When I felt his pubic-hair brush against my ass, I knew he was deep inside me. I whispered to him, "I'm ready for you, Kenny. Make love to me." Kenny pulled his dick outward until just his head was still inside my muscle ring. Then pushed inward again. Each rotation a little faster, and each push a little deeper.
I could feel the girth of his cock filling me, and as he pulled outward, I pushed against him trying to once again fill the void he was creating in me.
My own dick responded to Kenny's tender attention by bouncing up and down with each push. A small trail of precum dripped from the end of my dick to the rug.
Kenny then leaned over me, and spooned my naked body. The heat of his stomach and chest on my back was comforting, and I felt like nothing could hurt me.
Kenny's pace quickened and we began to move back and forth in sync with each other. He was soon pounding my ass and began to fuck me recklessly. Our tender moment quickly turned passionate, and it felt as though I could not get enough of him inside me. Kenny felt it too, and kept pushing further and deeper into my hot ass.
As his breath quickened in pace with his movements, I heard his sweet voice whisper to me, "I, I... I love you, Russell." I then felt his body tense, and I knew that the juice Kenny had saved for me was racing up his shaft. I thought sure I could feel his cum filled the reservoir at the end of his condom. Kenny continued to pump his cum into me and the heat and friction of his cock made my ass even more sensitive.
His last push touched my spot and I began to explode onto the rug. Stream after milky stream jetted out of me. I lifted upward, locking Kenny's dick inside me as I squeezed the last of my man milk out of my still hard cock.
I turned my head to him, kissed him on the lips, and whispered, "I love you, Kenny. Thank you, thank you."
As Kenny softened, his dick slid out of me. I kissed him again, and began to clean us off with a towel I had stored near us. We then lay down on the rug, Kenny in front of me, and watched the fire sparkle and burn, as we held each other close.
We fell asleep in each other's arms, and woke the next morning in the same position.
I turned him over, and looking deep into his eyes, said, "Breakfast?"
We both started giggling, and he hugged me tightly. "I'm never letting you get away from me, Russell."
Kenny and I have been together ever since. A month later, I asked Kenny to move in with me, and share my life. Our commitment ceremony is scheduled for this fall, and we're both looking forward to announcing our love to the world. We're still old fashioned about a lot of things in our lives, and Kenny insists on being the one to bring me flowers, but occasionally, we revisit our "Cabin Paradise" and re-spark the fireplace lovemaking. Our passion for each other has only grown, as well as our devotion and love. But the beauty and tenderness of that special night is something we'll both treasure for the rest of our lives.
I hope you've enjoyed my story of Russell and Kenny. I welcome comments and questions, so email me at mycandlelight_dreams@yahoo.com