"Yes, I know babe. You told me that last week."
"Did I?"
I tried to keep from smiling because this behaviour was typical Michael - he was so forgetful. "Yes, babe - you did."
"Oh, I'm sorry, darling. My memory is terrible. But do you know why that is?"
"Yes, you're getting old, but without losing your good looks." I just looked at him, rather into him and actually smiled this time, with no need to suppress it.
"No, apart from that." A little chuckle escaped from Michael's cavernous throat and passed through the air like a butterfly. "It's because every time I look at you, my mind goes blank."
"Oh yeah?" I tried to sound cheeky, but it didn't work, we were having a `special moment' so it came out softly and with much inquisition.
"Yeah," Michael smiled, looked down at my hand as he stroked my knuckles gently as though could break them if he weren't careful. I knew it was within his power, he was a very strong man, so was I, of course, but not in the way that Michael was. "I look at you and all thought is replaced by a smile or a laugh or perhaps both - I look at you and it's almost like I go blind, but instead I lose my memory for a second. You know what I mean?"
"Uhuh - you're influenced psychologically by my beauty and your feelings for me, which I hope are strong, babe."
"They are, my darling. You are a lovely man, Iain." He kisses me with such tenderness that I feel myself shiver. He kisses like the man that he is.
"And you are absolutely wonderful, Michael, babe. You are wonderful and I love you."
"You do?" My face turned red as his eyes cast down, looking at neither me, nor my hand.
"I'm sorry, babe. That just popped out." I put my hand to my mouth in embarrassment and looked in the same direction that his eyes were looking.
"But is it true? Iain, do you really . . . love me?"
"Yes!" My eyes begin to well up and I take a deep breath, let it out slowly and calmly continue. "Yes, it's true, babe."
I reached out my hands for his, as they sat crossed upon his thigh. When I grab them he jumped slightly and wrapped his fingers upon mine with his usual affection. "Thank you. I'm really shocked but happy, too, darling."
"Okay. I'm happy and slightly embarrassed too." I wiped a tear away with one of my hands and smiled my happiness and love. My love for this special man: wonderful human being.
"I'm really not sure how to react, darling. I'm . . . stunned."
"Reaction doesn't require thought, Michael, it requires feeling." I closed my eyes for a small, yet everlasting, second before opening them and saying: "What do you feel?"
"I - I don't know. I care about you so much, darling, I do. But I don't know if you I love you or . . . if I adore you."
"Don't think about it! Just feel it!" Another tear fell from the well of my lower eyelid. But this one I left to run free. I let it be an example.
"Iain, I adore you, my darling - you are amazing. You are special to me. I feel, very fond of you."
"As I do you, my love. As I do you . . ."
"Oh, come here, you, give us a big hug."
I felt like I was flying as I moved into his arms, wrapping my own arms around his neck as though he were a lifeguard. I didn't want to let go of him. I loved him so much - I needed to make sure he knew it, without words all the time. As they say `Actions speak louder than words' and I tried to prove that by hugging him so tight.
I whispered into his ear during our long embrace words that I have seen spoken many times, but I have taken for granted. I said with all of my love: "I never want to lose you."
Then when I heard Michael whisper into my ears these words: " I don't want to lose you either, darling," I closed my eyes and felt the water that had filled up in there rush out, flood down my cheeks and wet Michael's polo shirt.
He didn't seem to mind this because he didn't say anything about it. But I still felt slightly embarrassed about crying on his shoulder for the first time.
"Oh, Iain, you big softie, I adore you, darling. But let's not make this the longest hug in the world, yeah?" The soft chuckle came forth again, this time right by my ear, but it still sounded so delicate.
We ended the hug slowly - Michael pulled away first. His eyes looked slightly red where he may have been about to cry. This made me smile inwardly.
"So I there anything I've forgotten about, darling?"
I laughed and just said: "How would I know, I'm not psychic, but I do think we'd better get some sleep now, babe."
"And you say you're not psychic, I was thinking the same thing."
I smiled. "No you weren't - that's just your dirty mind started working again."
"I'm a dirty old man, darling!"
"Yes, you are, honey. And I love it! Be dirty with me, babe!"
He moves one of his hands over my crotch and down my leg then back up again to my crotch where he rests it. A triumphant grin is spread right across his face like jam on toast, sweet and yummy. "Is this dirty enough, darling?"
In my sexy voice I say: "Not nearly sexy enough, babe. Take it out."
He unzips my trousers and sticks his hand in through the hole. He then plays with my cock through my pants, teasing, playing dirty, driving me up the wall and sending my cock up the flagpole.
"Oooh, you are a dirty old man, babe. Let's take this through to the bedroom." I looked at him with a half smile on my face, keeping his hand in my trousers with a look, but with my hand tugging on his shirt, pulling him towards me. I kissed him with sex written all over my lips and all over my mind.
With my lips I drew him onto his feet, off the couch and as I pulled my sexy, juicy lips away from him, I pulled him into the bedroom by his shirt collar.
As I pulled I was aware of him lifting the remote from the coffee table and pressing a button and then I heard the television as it went to sleep.
Michael then, after completing this task, threw the remote control in the direction of the sofa, somehow missed and the remote control then bounced off the sofa and landed on the floor, a sweaty handprint visible upon it's surface.
When we reached the bedroom I stopped tugging on his polo shirt and instead, with both hands, I lifted it from the bottom and pulled it up and over his head, then was discarded upon the floor.
Next, I unbuckled his belt and slipped it from the buckle with a clank. Then with a hand of experience I released his top button and simultaneously with my other hand slid his zip down. His jeans then collapsed, fell down his legs and landed in a pile on the floor around his ankles. I kiss him again, on his soft pink lips, then his cheek, then his jawbone and then his neck and Adam's apple before sliding my hand around his waist and pulling him into an embrace with his near naked body against my fully-clothed body.
I slid both my hands over his bum, underneath his boxers and lifted the underwear away from his pale skin, then slowly pulled them down over his large, firm buttocks and down his thighs. I then removed my hands let them drop to my side as his underwear slipped down below his knees to his ankles, where they lay on top of his jeans.
I take his hand as if to dance and let him step out of his boxers and jeans. He stepped into my arms, which I wrapped around his shoulder blades, moved them up over his shoulders and down his chest where I rested them on his nipples.
I looked deep into his eyes, seeing the lust burning therein and pushed with all my bodyweight, shoving him backwards, onto the bed where I then climbed on, right on top of him.
I kissed his lips once more and then continued to kiss around his mouth, down his throat, over his chest along his curving belly and stopping at his belly button, licking around it with all of my tongue.
I felt him relax as I began kissing again, down beyond his navel and down into his bushy crotch where his massive cock was resting. I wrapped my mouth around that beautiful thick, piece of flesh and started sucking him generously.
After a few minutes of non-reaction phallic ally, I heard a slight snore erupt from Michael's mouth. I remove my own mouth from around his cock and look up at his dozing face with yet another smile spreading across my mouth.
I stood up, undressed and let him sleep on, slipping deeper into his subconscious where I hoped in the back of mind that he was dreaming sex-filled dreams of me.
When I was undressed I shove him across to his side of the bed in as straight a position as I could manage, ignoring the occasional grunt as I did so. I climbed into bed, sliding under the covers and cuddled up next to my lovely man. I couldn't help but smile once more as I closed my eyes and though: `What a gift he has if he can make me smile, no wonder I love him so.'
I felt myself chuckle softly in my own way as I thought of fluffy clouds with sheep jumping over them. I was asleep before I could even count to . . .
THE END
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