Colin's Story
This is a work of pure fiction, but based on the author's feelings, beliefs, and in some cases, experience. Come to think of it -- it might not be all that pure! There may be graphic sexual encounters at times between men, so if this offends you, you are invited to retreat. If you are too young or it is otherwise illegal for you to be reading this kind if story, shame on you for reading it - - please stop here. If not, - - ENJOY!
From Chapter 40:
"Well, I feel more relaxed!" I said.
"I know at least one part of you that is!"
"Don't be too sure!" I said, as I put his hand on my growing crotch.
"You are one horny dude!"
"Yeah! Don't you just love it?" I said, as I put his hand back on the wheel. Then I reached over and unzipped his pants and pulled out Mr. Bentley. I then unbuckled my seat belt. "Drive carefully now!" I said, as I leaned over and took him down my throat. He was primed and ready. I only stroked him a very few times before he exploded. I swallowed most of it, and continued to massage him with my mouth and tongue, as he shrank and became soft. There's something I like about a spent, soft, warm dick in my mouth, when it is attached to the one I love most in the world. There was a little drip of the end of his softy when I finished, so before I stuffed it back in, I caught it with my finger and rubbed it over his lips. He licked his lips.
"Mmmm! Not bad! Must have been that coconut shrimp we had last night!"
"Must have been! Or maybe the extra love I threw in with it?"
We arrived home late Sunday night. We were too tired to do anything but fall into bed. I was still awake, on my back, as he fell asleep on his side, his arm across my chest, bent up with his hand on my cheek. I watched his relaxed, smiling face as I drifted off, tears of happiness in my eyes, thinking how very, VERY lucky I was.
This story ends with the beginning of two lives becoming one. Even though they are fictional, pray for them, as they represent all human relationships. They all need our prayers!
Chapter 41
This is kind of a short epilogue, for those who have not read my other stories, wherein Colin and Jake's story may be followed from a distance.
It didn't take us long to get back to our routine. But we kept things spiced up with as much sex as Jake could manage. I know that often, he would just as well have preferred to go to sleep, but he insisted on making love -- for me.
I kept my promise about taking care of him. But I couldn't seem to do enough. It was like a losing battle. He was tired most of the time, and he was skinny and though not losing weight, he was not gaining either -- and he needed a good 35 to 50 lbs, to maintain his strength. I didn't think about it often, but I was preparing myself for the worst.
It turned out that Bobby married into another super rich family, and Joy's father would have given him a job, but Bobby was more independent than that, and made plans to move back to Philly -- and work there as an architect. We have not heard the end of Bobby either ...
Notes: To know more about Colin and Jake, write to me at stevethomas535@hotmail.com. I will direct you to the other stories that their story continues in. Thanks and love, Steve