This is a fictional story. It is based on the few experiences and many fantasies of the author. If you are really into graphic sex, it may not satisfy your purpose for coming here. If you like to hear of real love and real teen angst, with a little sex thrown in, you are in the right place. There may be some amount of graphic sex between males. If this is objectionable to you, or you are legally too young to be here, you are cordially invited to press your back button.
Characters: Denny (Dennis Andrew Miggs), 20
Garth Roth, 22
Randy Small, 24
Bob, Denny's Brother 3 years older
Gail, Bob's wife
Jack, Denny's oldest brother, 9 years older
Jack's son's, Jacky, Bobby and DennyToo
Denny's dad, James
Denny's mom, Carol
Ray, Denny's dad's Deputy D.A. friend
Randy's mom and step dad, who shall remain nameless!
Roddy, Flight Attendant
Rollie, Garth's dad
Rob, Garth's cousin
Tad Newliegh, the new roomie
Jacob Smith, Rob's "Landlord"
Linda Smith, Jacob's wife
Chris & Craig, partners, Rob's roomies.
Seth, Chris's Brother
Luke, Seth's partner.
Etta, The Smith's housekeeper
From Chapter 17:
"Wow!" He said.
"Wow!" I said.
"That was amazing!" He continued, "you're the second guy I ever kissed. I kissed Carrie a lot. I thought when I kissed Lenny -- that was the other guy -- that THAT was amazing! It -- was -- nothing -- in comparison!"
All I could say was "I know!" We kissed again and then he pulled me even closer and held me there, my head against his chest. I heard a low moan burble up inside him. Then I felt a tear on my cheek -- and it wasn't mine! I looked up and he was slowly shaking his head.
"I've -- I -- I've never felt anything like that before!" he whispered.
Again, all I could say was, "I -- I -- know!" Our lips met one more time. I could feel his manhood against my stomach and chest, but he didn't grind it into me. He just was breathing quickly and deeply after the kiss.
"We -- we -- probably better get on the road." He said. When we got back to the car, it was getting kind of cold. Funny I didn't notice until then! So he put the top up on the Vette. We got in and he started it up. He looked at me, pecked me again on the lips and pulled onto Highway 101.
Chapter 18
It was about 9:30 when we pulled into what I at first thought was a hotel. It was the Smiths' home. An old-ish looking, black-ish looking woman ran out the door and threw her arms around Rob.
A huge smile on her face, she said, "Robbieeeeee!" Then she scowled. "You in big trouble, big boy! Etta fix you special dinner!" She looked beyond him at me. "OOO! Dis you special frenn? Wen you gonna get over dat blushing ting? OOO! You frenn -- he does it too!"
I was as red as Rob was. "Get used to this!" Rob said. "And it's not only Etta! There's no mercy in this family!"
"You get yor tings up in da room and den come back down for a snack!" She said and she ran back into the house.
"That wasn't a request!" Rob said to me, as he led me up the stairs to the guest house, over a carport.
As soon as he opened the door, a smallish looking teenager in shorts only, ran across the room, jumped up into Rob's arms and buried his face in Rob's neck! "Hi, Seth! I guess you missed me!" said Rob, all smiles. "Seth this is my friend, Denny." Seth couldn't see me at first. He jumped down from Rob's arms and thrust out his hand.
His face was red, but there was a goofy smile plastered all over it. "Hey, Denny!" I took his hand and he almost yanked me into the room. "And THIS," he continued, indicating another boy on the couch, "is Luke!"
"Nice to meet you Seth, Luke." Luke, also clad in shorts and shirtless, got up and extended his hand. He wasn't quite as exuberant as Seth was. He actually looked at Seth kind of worried. Luke was also smallish, but more defined in his muscle mass. He has what looks like black eyes and his hair had an almost blue cast to it. It was too dark to tell for sure.
Luke and Seth sat back down, and Rob went to a door off the main room. He knocked breifly and poked his head in. "You guys out for the night?"
"Naw." Came a voice. "We just were doing some studying."
"Well, come on out and meet my friend."
Two guys emerged from the room. They were both about my size, and both looked like models. "This is Seth's brother, Chris." Said Rob indicating one of them, "and this is Craig. We're all family here."
I shook hands with both of them and then Rob said, "We better get back down there, before Etta come up here!"
"You wouldn't like it if Etta had to come get you!" Chris quipped.
"Very scary!" agreed Seth.
I got the idea that they all adored Etta -- and that it was mutual. It was a still a little scary though when big Rob said, "Well, I guess we better go face the music!"
When we got down there, (he again walked past the front door and into the back service entrance) we were met with a wonderful smell. "Sit!" was all she said at first. Then, "Mista Jake and Missy Lindy at some uppity-up meetin'." She brought us a concoction that was out of this world. It was a cookie -- Rob said it was white chocolate brownie -- with ice cream on the top. It was topped with caramel sauce and then roasted walnuts. It was huge, and it was hard to eat for it's size. But it was so good we had to finish every last bite. Etta ate one every bit as big as ours. She was as skinny as a rail! I looked up after I got as much off the plate as I could, with my spoon.
"Its okay, baybee. Dis is Etta's kitchen. You can lick the plate in here if you wanna."
I picked up the plate and did as I was allowed, then noticed neither she nor Rob did it. They both smiled at me. I smiled weakly back and blushed again. "It's okay," Rob said, "We're just used to it."
"Robbie show me how to make dis!" Etta said proudly.
"Robbie, huh?" I said.
"Yep!" Rob said. "And Etta is the only one ever allowed to call me that!"
"I'll remember that!" I said.
"Oh, I'll bet there will be someone who will be able to call you that -- someday!" I looked over to the dark room and out walks this very pretty, very self-assured young woman. "Sooooo, Robbee!" She teased, "First you drop me like last years fashion and then you bring this new pretty face here to taunt me!"
"You betta leeb him alone, Missy! He looks happy for da first time ina long time!"
She strode confidently up to me and said, "Hi! I'm Carrie!"
"Oh, yeah! I've heard a lot about you!" I said. Something told me this was the wrong thing to say.
"Well, I haven't heard anything about you! Hmm. Etta seems to approve, so that's a big hurdle." She looked me over, up and down like I was a piece of meat. Again I blushed! "Rob!" she exclaimed. "I believe you may have met your match! If both of you are like that, I doubt you'll ever have any children!"
I was just beginning to not like this girl when the lights came on. "Carrie, you leave these boys alone!" It was a man's voice, coming from around the corner from the kitchen. He strode into view, followed closely behind by, I assumed, Mrs. Smith. Mr. Smith was about 5'-11" tall, dark hair with streaks of gray. It looked like there was a thick mat of hair under his shirt. He had a heavy shadow from this mornings shave on his face. I swallowed hard. Mrs. Smith was every bit as self assured as her daughter, and also every bit as pretty -- maybe even prettier. Age had been very sweet to her.
"I'm Jake Smith and this is my wife Lindy."
I felt their firm handshakes, as I responded, "Mr. Smith -- Mrs. Smith. I'm Dennis." Now why did I call myself that?
"No, you don't get to call us that!" Mr. Smith said. "It's Jake and Lindy"
"Or as the others seem to prefer," added Lindy, "Uncle Jake and Aunt Lindy." I looked a little puzzled I guess. "It's easier when Jake Junior is here!" she said. Too bad you missed them. They were just here last weekend. His partner Colin's brother Bobby's family was wiped out in the San Diego Earthquake. Colin was really not in good shape at all. Our poor Jakey had to support HIM for once!" I wondered about that. Nothing more was said. "But if you're a good friend of Rob, I'm sure you'll meet them in time." Then she added, "Did you say `Denny' or was that what Rob told us. No -- you definitely said Dennis! Well, you are welcome here any time Dennis."
I bowed my head, shook it and said, "No, it's Denny."
"Well, you boys look pretty exhausted. I guess you've had a long day?"
"Yes Mr. -- er -- Uncle Jake! I'm ready for bed."
"Yes!" Carrie said, getting our attention, and looking quickly between me and Rob. "I just bet you are!"
Rob rolled his eyes back up in his red-as mine face, and pulled me out the back door.
"Man!" I said, when I felt it was safe to speak. "Do you ever get used to that -- badgering?"
"Denny -- you ain't seen nothin' yet! You got off easy!"
When we came back in the guest house, Seth and Luke were still curled up on the couch together. This time they didn't get up. But Seth was as quick to remark. "Oh! We better go, Luka. Rob's friend is going to need the couch tonight."
"HAW-HAW!" Rob said. "You've been around the Smith's too long! Bad influence. BAD influence!" Seth just snickered. I found out later the even though Seth looked like about 15 he was actually 19 and Luke, who looked maybe 17, was actually 25!
Rob took me to his room. It was a nice sized room with a door at the other side of it. Our bags were on the king sized bed. He led me to the other door. "This is the shower and toilet room. It adjoins all the rooms." I peeked in and there was an athletic type shower room with three shower stations, and a toilet. There was a separate sink in each room, like in a hotel. It was clear this was a very custom designed place!
"Are you about ready to turn in?" He asked me. "Turn in?" I thought. That musta come from somewhere in his Louisiana roots!
"Yeah, It's been a long day." I said. I faked a yawn. Are you kiddin' me? Of C-O-U-R-S-E I was "ready" to turn in!
Rob opened the door and whispered, "Night you guys!" to Luke and Seth.
"You gonna be showering?" One of them asked. Rob looked questioning at me. It was all I could do to keep my response down to just a nod!
Wow, is this moving too fast? I felt like I was being swept off my feet by an oversized Adonis! I had to keep telling myself, "Don't make too much of this - Don't make too much of this - Don't make too much of this - - "
Rob closed the door. I was sitting on the bed. He came and sat next to me. He took my hand. I was shaking. So was he. He looked cautiously into my eyes. If he saw anything but acceptance there, I don't know what it would be.
"Can I kiss you again?" He asked me. My mouth dropped open at my surprise. What a gentleman! He took that as a yes, I guess. He put his lips gently on mine. I could hold back no longer. I pulled him over in top of me. I kissed him almost violently. He responded in kind! Our tongues were making love to each other. His hips started to gyrate slowly, and seemingly involuntarily. I met this with my own upward thrusting. "Oh my gosh!" he exclaimed, between gulping breaths. I've never been this turned -- on -- oh -- oh -- OH -- ah -- ah ahhhhh! Uh! Uh! "
"I -- uh -- guess I don't have to guess -- er -- what just happened!" I said.
"I -- I -- I'm so -- soooo -- sorry!" He whispered. "I can assure you that's never, EVER happened before! You -- you -- No one has ever turned me on like -- (sigh!) you just did!"
The light was still on. He was as red as a beet. His pants were wet. I felt them, and giggled. He flinched.
"Well, now I REALLY need to shower!" he said.
"Can I come too?" Okay, I meant to the shower, but I didn't get the pun until I said it! It seemed to go over his head.
"Sure. Plenty of room in there!"
So he got off me and shed his clothes. Just like that! I'd never seen him nude and now -- O-M-G! He was everything that anyone could want! He worked out! That was for sure. A six pack to die for! His dick was still half hard, and it was as perfect as the rest of him. He turned toward the showers and I then saw the picture perfect, tight-end butt!. All I can say is magnificant! I was still on the bed. He turned around, catching me staring.
"Coming?" he said. smiling demurely.
"Oh! Heh! Yeah." I was out of my clothes in about 15 seconds!
He was already standing at one of the shower stations when I came in, waiting for the hot water. I picked up a clean wash cloth and when I got to him, he was standing under the hot water with his eyes closed, his head back and to the left, the water pouring on his neck. I just walked up and wrapped my arms around him. His eyes popped open. I wet the cloth and soaped it up. He looked at me like, "what are you doing?" but said nothing. I then started washing his back. "Oh! He said. "Okay!" He closed his eyes again.
I washed his whole back and then went to his chest. "Oh -- Wow!" he crooned. I washed down to his erect tits and massaged them gently, first with the wash cloth and then with my fingers. Then I moves to his tight abs. He giggled a little. When I went to his pubes, he was breathing pretty fast.
"Hey, slow down a little, partner." I said.
"It's just -- I've never -- done -- this."
"Just relax and let it happen" I almost sang/half whispered to him.
He closed his eyes again. I ran the cloth between his legs and on both sides of his loose ball sack. He moaned. When I washed his again raging manhood, he flinched big time and let out a little cry. I then knelt and washed his legs, and his feet. I sat down and hugged his legs, putting my face just above his knees. His hand seemed to involuntarily go to his wood. It was about as white as I had ever seen, with a very slightly pink head. He squeezed it, and the head turned a scarlet, not unlike his face can do, and a little pearly white drop emerged.
His eyes were again closed. I got back to my knees. I again hugged his legs and he took his hand off his piece and put both of them in my hair. I lapped out with my tongue, and grazed the tip of his perfect hood. He moaned, then almost groggily opened his eyes. When he saw my mouth starting to surround his enormous wood, his eyes popped open!
"Oh! No! Don't!" He pulled my head back. I was completely confused by that. I think he realized this. "Denny -- guy -- I -- I -- I've never done -- this -- well -- anything -- with -- I -- I'm a virgin!"
"Dude!" I said. "It's okay, Dude! I'll be gentle."
"Denny -- no -- I don't -- don't -- want it to happen -- not like this."
I stood up. I looked into his eyes. He looked supremely remorseful. "What is it? What -- what -- do you want -- me -- to do?"
"I -- I -- don't -- know." He said. "Kiss me again?"
"Oh! Okay!" I said, lightly. I can go slower -- romance you a little more!"
"You don't understand. It's my fault!"
"Your fault!?" I asked. "What's your fault?"
"Denny -- I'm a virgin. I don't want to have sex before marriage." What was he saying?
"Wow!" I said. I didn't want to lose or give this guy up easily, but -- wow! What did he mean? "Okay -- I'm a little confused here."
"I know. That's what's my fault. I shoulda told you up front. I'm just not -- I mean I don't -- I -- er -- do you understand at all?"
"I think so." I said, measuring my words. "Okay. We'll take this at your pace. I like you, and - "
"Denny, it's more than that with me. I mean -- I've been attracted to you ever since we met back in Kansas. I felt guilty -- even dirty -- the way I felt about you that weekend. Here you were, grieving my cousin, and I was -- lusting after you -- at least in my heart!"
"Well then if -- if -- you feel dirty -- about being attracted to me - "
"No don't say it that way!"
"No, I didn't mean it `that' way. If YOU felt guilty -- then I felt much worse. Because I was feeling the same for you! Both Randy and Rod saw it! After we parted at the airport, I just dropped the issue. I was sure we'd probably never meet again. I mean -- you could have anyone you wanted!"
"Right now -- at this moment, Denny? He waited for me to nod. What I want is you. Are you willing to take this at face value -- at my pace -- for now?"
"I -- I guess. I want to give -- give -- us -- every chance!"
"I'm so sorry that you -- I mean, if I misled you. Can I make it up to you some way?" He said.
"Do you always leave yourself open like that?"
"What??!!" He asked.
" `Can I make it up to you some way?' " I parroted his remark. "What's that about?" I asked him!
"Can I help it that you have a dirty mind?"
I threw my arms around his neck, and paused to look at him -- to get permission, then hugged him again. I raised my face to him and he kissed me deeply. When the kiss broke, I stood back and held out the wash cloth to him. He remembered exactly what I had done -- and mirrored it exactly -- well except for the last part.
We went back into the room. I jumped into the sheets -- nude as I'm used to. He opened his bedside drawer and took out his pajamas. He turned off the light and got in his side of the bed. We lay there for about two minutes -- which seemed like two hours -- then he said, "Uh -- I really am new at this. Can I kiss you good night?"
"Rob -- you just say the word! You can do anything you want whenever you're ready." We both rolled over to the middle of the bed. His woody had popped out of his fly. I know `cuz it was fencing with mine! He hugged me close and then turned over.
"Night!" He said.
We lay there on our backs, in the dark, for at least a half-hour, saying nothing. Finally, "Denny?"
"Yeah?"
"I've been thinking."
"Uh-oh!" I joked.
He turned over to his side. "You never got to -- I mean -- you must be -- pretty -- um -- frustrated!"
"You mean horny?"
"Yeah." He said, barely audible. "Maybe we should masturbate. I think it would be okay to do that -- together."
"You sure?" I asked. "W-a-i-t- a m-i-n-u-t-e" I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "Your horny again, aren't you!?"
He hoarsely said, "Yeah. And . . . I've done it before -- with the guys."
"The guys?"
"Chris and Craig -- and Seth."
"Wow! Okay -- let's do it!" I said. I just started jacking slowly. He got into his drawer and pulled out two bunches of Kleenex. He handed one to me. I started to refuse, but thought better of it. We got off pretty fast, and close together, and -- both pretty low key. But it still felt good! There was something so sweet about this big man!
My dreams are usually confusing, with many faces making appearances. This night, I dreamed only of Rob, with his wonderfully handsome face and his sweet, SWEET disposition!
I woke in the morning and when I opened my eyes, he was kneeling beside the bed. His eyes were closed and his mouth was moving, but no sound was coming out. When he opened his eyes, he smiled. "I -- I was just thanking God for sending you to me." He said. I blushed. "Really, I think there is a lot I can learn from you -- if you can be patient with me."
It was still pretty early, so we were speaking in hushed voices. "I -- uh -- wow! Next time you decide to pray, let me know. We can pray together." I said.
"Prayer is kind of personal for me. I still need my time with God -- alone. But we can pray together, too. I'd like that."
He looked at me as if I should join him beside the bed. I looked at his pajamas, then down at myself. "Should I -- uh - "
"God doesn't care what you are wearing.!"
"Well, you were -- I mean -- your p.j.'s - - "
"I just like to wear them."
I shyly climbed out and down to the floor.
We knelt there for what seemed like an eternity. Finally he said, "Uh -- this was your idea - - "
"Oh! Uh -- well, okay!" I said, embarrassed. "Father in heaven, I -- uh -- don't know quite what to say or ask for. Guess I'll just follow how your son TOLS US. Hallowed be thy name. We know that you are creator of all things. Thank you for bringing us to this place in our life -- er -- lives. I'm confused, Father, at this time, as to whether you approve -- er -- that is -- if it's okay to -- um -- be here -- like this. I mean, I have been told by some that being -- like I am (GULP!) gay, is evil. Yet I don't feel evil!" Wow! Where did all that come from. It's not what I was planning. There it is! I wasn't planning anything.
"Father, I don't feel like I asked to be -- this way. I do have a sense that I shouldn't -- be -- promiscuous. Thank you for bringing Rob into my life to remind me of that."
"Father," Rob started, "Please tell us -- by thy Spirit, if we are doing the right thing. I know praying is right, Father, but tell us if the pure love we feel for each other is okay with thee. We love thee, Father and thy Son."
I guess he was leaving me to close the prayer. "In your Son's name, Amen."
I stayed there on my knees, my eyes closed for at least a minute. Finally Rob said, "How do you feel?"
"I -- I dunno. I -- feel -- somehow clean -- warm." I answered.
"Yeah -- me too. I -- I didn't know where you were going with that - "
"HAH! Neither did I! Until it came out of my mouth. For a moment, I forgot you were even there." I exclaimed!
"I KNOW! I heard your voice and it was as if it was my own! I have -- I've always prayed. But I've been -- afraid -- to ask -- about these things."
"Afraid of the answer?" I asked.
"YES! That's it! I've rationalized to my self -- that -- if I'm -- attracted to men -- and not to women -- and I couldn't even admit that to myself until recently. I mean look at Carrie! Would any straight guy not be turned on by her?"
"She IS a knockout. Even at that, she'll be a handful for any man -- if last night was any indication of who she is."
"Last night was tame. For the whole family!"
"So if it's okay to be gay -- then -- what isn't okay?" I asked.
"Promiscuity -- in any way."
"So if we have fooled around -- we are lost -- to God?"
"No -- that's why Jesus suffered for us. To save us from eternal suffering from our sins -- even bad ones -- if we stop them when we realize they are wrong. Besides, I think we just got our answer. We both felt good about it."
"What about masturbation? I mean last night -- and most nights of my life! Yet I hear people saying that in the Bible somewhere it says that it is a sin to do that!"
"There is a scripture in the Old Testament, where the Lord commanded a man to have sex with his wife, in order to have a child. But the man defied God by spilling his seed on the ground. He was not condemned for masturbating. As far as we know, he may have been having sex with his wife and pulled out at the last minute and then "spilled" his seed on the ground. He was condemned for defying God!
"Well, that's how I see it. I have read that passage." I said.
"They like to take it our of context, like so many things they like to do to prove points -- which are not points at all." He said.
"Wow! You know a lot about the scriptures!"
"Not really. But I do believe in God, and there are some issues that I felt it important to check out for myself."
I just couldn't help gawking at him. : "What??" he said.
"You're amazing - one surprise after another!"
Just then Seth came bounding into the room. I scampered to cover myself. Unflustered, Rob said, "What's up, little brother?" Rob saw the confusion on my face.
"Oh! You're probably still wondering with all the relationships, family and otherwise, who belongs to whom! Heh! Well, Chris, Craig and Seth are all like brothers to me. But especially Seth. I love this guy like he's my own little brother, I think!" Seth gave Rob a warm hug, all the time looking up into his face as if he almost worshipped him. Rob hugged him back and ruffled his hair up.
The strange thing to me was -- Seth was only a year younger than I, but he still looked like a younger teen. And his friend Luke! He doesn't look much older, and he's 25! But especially here, hugging Rob, Seth looked -- and acted -- like a little boy.
"Rob, remember that guy, Lenny, who made friends with me when I was hurt?" Seth said.
Rob got a sorrowful -- almost guilty look on his face. "Yeah?"
"His friend's whole family were in that earthquake down south."
"Wow!" Rob replied. "Is he okay?"
"No! Lenny's friend and his brother-in-law, who is Colin's brother, Bobby, are the only ones left!"
"Wow! How sad. That's right, Aunt Lindy told us last night. I didn't immediately make the connection."
"You wanna go see them?" Seth asked.
Again, Rob got this pained look on his face. "Maybe -- not today. They may need some time."
"Strange thing for you to say, Rob." Craig walked in. I felt so naked -- well, I WAS naked. And everyone else was covered up. "You who thinks a hug can cure anything. For a split second, Rob looked like a cornered wild animal. Then he softened.
"I -- uh -- I mean -- I - don't really know them -- that well." He said and he looked at the floor.
I had the sheet, still attached to the bed, wrapped around me. I dropped it and showed them my rear as I disappeared into the bathroom. There were a couple whistles and a hoot! When I came back out they were all gone, except for Rob.
"What just happened there, Rob?" I asked.
"Lenny -- the friend of that family who were lost in the earthquake -- he was the one I was telling you about. The tall boy that I kissed. I was so confused -- and so was he! He was already sort of in a relationship with Rennie, his - "
"Wait a minute!" I demanded. "Lenny and Rennie?"
"Yeah, I know sounds pretty unlikely, huh? Anyway he was trying to keep his sexuality from his parents, and also keep up this relationship with Rennie. He told me all about it. They are both very young and this is their first relationship -- for both of them."
"Very young?"
"Lenny's barely 18 -- and I think Rennie is younger still." Rob said gravely. "Anyway, I had just less than a week earlier admitted to myself that I am gay. So you can maybe understand my state."
"Rob," I started, "You don't have to make any excuses to me -- ESPECIALLY to me! I've not only kissed, but had sex with all my roommates!"
He got a look that was somewhat more than surprise on his face. "Er -- how many roommates have you had?"
"Well, Garth was the first, and then you met Randy and Tad."
"And you trust them?"
"They -- all of us -- well, none of us -- had ever had sex before."
"You're SURE."
"Believe me," I said, "I KNOW these guys." Between the four of us, I was the only one who even suspected I was gay before we met"
"Wow," he said, "You must have some magical power!"
"Please don't -- don't say that! I feel bad enough as it is! Especially Garth!" And I started to cloud up.
"Denny -- I'm sorry! I was only teasing you. I TOLD you that I knew about Garth before you guys met!"
"I know, but," I started.
"So don't worry about that. I'm so sorry I opened my big fat mouth!"
As luck would have it, he had just dropped his pajama bottoms when he came to me to hug me.
"Keep this up," I exclaimed, "and I'm gonna have to relieve myself twice a day!"
"You young guys are such horn dogs!" I eyed him suspiciously. He smiled demurely and walked over to the door. He looked like he was going to open it, but instead he locked it. He pointed at the other door. I only had to turn around to lock it. Then he removed his p.j. top and gathered me up in his arms. He cradled me almost like a baby as he put his lips on mine. As he kissed me, he carried me back to the bed and lay me down on it.
Momentarily he towered over me, and my eyes were devouring his wonderfully proportioned body. Everything was proportionately bigger. His 8" dick stood out at a 30 degree angle from his body -- well -- in the state it was in! He lowered himself down on top of me, but did not put all his weight on me. I felt our bodies touch. Legs between legs, my knee was actually in his crotch. But his dick was long enough to touch my balls and of course my dick was buried somewhere between my lower abdomen and his stomach.
He kissed me so tenderly and yet so almost desperately! We could both feel the flexing of our male parts between us. He then got off me. I started to move, but he put his hand on my chest, to keep me there.
"Denny, I have to ask you this." He said, looking deeply into my eyes. "I know we have not known each other long, but -- do you think you are ready to commit to me -- for an exclusive relationship?"
I was speechless. Then my voice came to me. "I -- uh -- are you -- ah -- asking my to -- uh -- go with you?"
"I guess I am, aren't I?" He smiled at the thought.
"Wow!" I said. "I just don't know what to say!"
He looked a little frustrated. I hated myself for saying that. He gave me another chance. "Well -- (SIGH!) if you did know what to say -- what would you say?"
"I think I'd say, YESSSSSS!"
He relaxed on his side beside me and put his had on the back of my head and pulled me into another very passionate kiss. I started to say something. "SHhhh!" he said, as he gently grabbed my woody and started to pump it. He kept my gaze the whole time. I started to whimper when my time came. "It's okay -- the walls have been sound-proofed. Let it go!" he said.
I started to moan louder and then a high pitched yell, as I got off in the most powerful orgasm I could ever remember. Never once did I take my eyes from his. When it was finished, I grabbed his and started to wank. He protested. I said, "That's not fair!"
"But you've already finished. And I KNOW you don't feel like doing this."
"Rob -- this is like a sealing to our -- agreement. K?"
"You're right." He said. I pumped him to a very huge completion. Apparently size also translated into more -- well, much more -- jizzum. When it was finished, I brought my wet, frothy hand up to my face and smelled it. Then I started to lick it off. As I did this, tears started streaming from his eyes. They weren't tears of remorse -- they were tears of gratitude and love. I sensed that Rob had risen to a higher plane.
"Good morning, Denny." He said almost gravely. I l -- l -- love you -- I think." Then my eyes started flowing over. We hugged again, our slippery bodies caressing each other. We then grabbed towels and headed for the shower.
Notes: As many of you know, Rob has been very special to me. I won't spoil this sweet ending (to the chapter!) with any more, except as always, Please write if you feel inspired to. Put "Denny" in the subject line. Thanks, and Love! Steve s4d@hotmail.com