I watched Mike's naked form as he walked down to the lake, lit by the yellow light of the back porch and the moonlight streaming down, and fought the tide of emotions that threatened to overwhelm me. Not for the first time did I wonder about how my life had changed since I had met this incredible guy!
I stirred up the embers, added some wood, and watched as Mike splashed water over himself and dipped his head to rinse his hair. He walked up and out, with the water streaming off of him and gleaming in the mixed lights. He looked like some kind of water god emerging from the lake!
I fought back the tears that threatened to well up. My emotions were all mixed up and I needed to get them squared away, and discuss them with Mike, before they got even more messed up.
Mike shook the water from his hair, grabbed a towel and dried off. He spread the towel on the beach and sat down next to me and the fire. "What's up?" he said, looking me in the face.
"Mike, I, ah, ...." And then words failed me.
He put a hand on my shoulder and said, "Go ahead. Whatever it is, just say it. It won't get any easier holding it in." He was smiling at me as he rubbed my shoulder again.
"Mike, this day has been wild and sexy and terrifying and scary and, and," I stopped and looked at him.
"Mike, you have shown me so much, and so fast, and pushed me and tested me and tried me and had me do things I never imagined. But that session with Howie was too much for me. I was afraid for you, and excited at the same time." I swallowed and took a deep breath and looked him in the eyes.
"When I thought he was going to apply that hot poker to your chest, I nearly screamed. And then when you were going to let him do it, I didn't know what to do, and Howie said it would be okay." I looked down and tried to get my words together.
"Mike, I like you. In fact, I think it is more than like. I have never felt this way about anyone. I don't want to lose you. I can't imagine not being with you. But I do know that I have to get my head on straight and get some school work done. I have to graduate."
He stayed quiet, letting me get it all out, but with a look of concern on his face.
"I want to try things with you and for you, but all the emotions today were very mixed up. I was jealous of you and Howie on the dock with those 2 guys. I was scared shitless of what Howie was doing to you. I was so turned on fucking you, and having Howie's cock next to mine in you." I stopped again and breathed. "And the whole piss thing - I don't know what to think about that.
"I sort of like being "marked" by you, but the drinking and swapping piss and everything is just a lot to handle all at once." I took another deep breath and let it out slowly.
"Mike, do you understand what I am trying to say?" He looked at me and said nothing for a moment, and then as he started to open his mouth, I added, "Mike, it is almost as if I can't live without you, but it is very difficult to live with you."
He was quiet for a bit, so I added quietly, "Mike, is this what love is like?"
He smiled, and I saw his eyes well up, and though,t this is where he tells me he just wants to be good friends and have a fuck buddy. And I couldn't bear to hear that. I was going to really lose it if he said that. I actually wondered how far the walk would be back to the university, because I couldn't bear to be around him if he said something like that.
He was still and quiet and looking at me, which only made my anxiety grow. Then I saw his Adam's apple move up and down, and realized he was swallowing emotion as well. Was that a hopeful sign?
"Tim," he said, and it came out as a catch in his throat, rather husky. He cleared his throat, and then said it again, "Tim." It came out better that time.
"Tim," he said again, and then smiled, "I am going to get this out," he said, and cleared his throat again. Oh shit! I thought, here it comes.
"Tim, I am so sorry that you are freaking out, and that the session with Howie had such an impact on you. But most of all, I am happy that you have shared this." He smiled, and moved his hand up to my head, and ran his fingers through my hair, rather than ruffle it.
"Tim, I have never felt the way I do about you, with anyone else. So I sure hope that it is love." He smiled, and a tear rolled down his face, and then mine let go and rolled down my cheek.
He wiped it away and smiled again. "Look at us, crying like school girls." He tried to lighten the moment.
I tried to smile, but it was not easy.
"Ever since I saw you hurt in the hospital, I have felt very possessive of you. I wanted you all to myself, but I also wanted to share everything with you. I wanted you to experience everything I have, because I didn't want to deny you anything." He stopped again, put his hand on my chin, and held it.
Then he shook it and said, "And jealous! I was so jealous when you went over to that guy's room without me. I was afraid you were going to find out you liked him more than me." He smiled again, and another tear rolled down his face, glistening in the moonlight.
"I probably did push you too fast through too much, but I so cared about you that I wanted it all for you." He tilted my face towards his and added, "Do you understand?"
I could only nod and reach for him. We wrapped our arms around one another and squeezed and rocked and cried and sighed and everything. I tried to pass every feeling I was having through my arms and body to him, and it felt like he was doing the same. He had his head buried between my neck and my shoulder, and I was in the same position with him.
After a moment or two, he raised his head and brought his lips to mine and kissed me. It started out gentle and moved to very passionate and included his tongue. I was lost in the kiss. At last it broke, and he opened his eyes as he moved back from me, and I studied the smile on his face.
"Tim, how about tomorrow, we take it easy and just spend time together. I don't think that Howie will mind. He seems like the kind of guy that can take care of himself." I smiled as I thought about Howie sitting on the back porch and jerking off. Yes, I could imagine him doing that.
"That sounds great!" I said very enthusiastically. I scooted over a bit and sat closer to him. He put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me in close. I leaned my head on his shoulder and he put his head against the top of mine, and we just sat like that for a while, watching the fire, not saying a word. I moved a bit and put my arm around his waist and just held onto him. It felt so wonderful. I could stay like this forever.
But after what seemed like hours, I realized I had dozed off on his shoulder. I woke with a start and Mike laughed. He squeezed me and then said, "I think it is time for bed." The fire had died down to embers. We scooped sand over the coals to bury them, and then headed back up to the porch, arm in arm. I laughed at the mental image of us.
When we got inside, Howie had set up a bed for himself in front of the fireplace. He looked up from reading as we walked in. "I looked outside at you two and decided that you two might like to have the bed to yourselves tonight."
I squeezed Mike's side with my arm and he replied in kind.
"But I don't want to be kept awake all night hearing the bed springs squeak," Howie said, and then laughed at his own joke.
Why, I don't know, but I blushed and looked at Mike, who was smiling.
We went into the bedroom and climbed in under the covers. Mike had me lay on my side and he spooned up behind me wrapping an arm around me. It felt so wonderful and so natural to have his warmth next to me. I felt his cock, laying against my ass and smiled. That felt natural as well. Then I thought about how hot it had been to fuck Mike, and Timmy swelled a bit at that.
Mike must have sensed the change because he said, "What?"
"Memories of you!" I whispered back, emphatically.
He chuckled against my back and squeezed me again, and I drifted off to sleep with a smile on my face, holding onto Mike's arm tightly.
My hands were tied to the beam in the ceiling and my feet were tied to the bolts in the floor. I couldn't see, and there was something in my mouth. I felt a burning sensation on my balls and dick and knew Bengay had been applied. I tried to scream, but couldn't. The heat continued to swell.
I felt weight pulling on my balls, and then my nipples felt like they were being ripped off. I heard muffled laughter and pulled against my restraints, which only provoked more laughter.
"You are all mine now! Mike left and said for me to have fun. So let's see what we can do next?" I heard, and it was followed by an evil laugh. I didn't recognize the voice. Mike was gone? Why would he leave me? What had I done wrong? That hurt as much as the pain that was coursing through my body.
I was breathing rapidly through my nose and I smelled the scent of hot metal and shivered. I tried to fight my bonds and hardly moved at all. My muscles tensed and I went rigid as I first felt and then smelled the searing of my flesh on my chest by my right nipple. I screamed and screamed and then cried from the pain. Why were they doing this to me? Where was Mike? Why had he abandoned me?
"Shh! It's okay. It's just a bad dream." Mike was shaking me and holding me tightly. I thrashed against him trying to free myself. I didn't want to be held down and hurt. He held on and again said, "It's okay, Tim! I am right here! You are having a bad dream!"
He squeezed me tightly and I fought a bit more as the fog of the dream cleared and I focused on what he was saying. When I realized it was a dream and that it was his arms that imprisoned me, I relaxed a bit. I was still shaking as I opened my eyes, and, in the moonlit room, turned my head and saw Mike's worried look.
I turned a bit more in his loosening arms and wrapped my arms around him and squeezed him tightly. "I thought you had left me and someone was torturing me and I couldn't take it," I said in a trembling voice.
"Shh, it was just a dream, and I am right here and no one is going to torture you." He paused and smiled, "At least not unless I am there controlling it!" He grinned, and I punched his arms, not thinking that was very funny at the moment. It seemed too real to me right then; I couldn't joke about it.
He chuckled, and then held me close and said, "Shh. It's okay. Now let's go back to sleep." I snuggled into him and, with my head lying on his arm and inhaling his scent, drifted back to sleep.
It was light when I next opened my eyes, and Mike was looking at me. He had his head propped up one hand. He smiled, reached over and wiped my chin. "I keep telling you, this drool thing you have is cute!" I turned and looked at the sheet and saw the wet spot from my drool.
He laughed. "That is not the kind of wet spot I am used to finding in a bed!" I was too asleep to get it right away, and then got it and smiled. I closed my eyes and lay back down reaching for him. This was so nice being in bed with a man, and not just any man, but Mike.
Man, I thought again, my whole outlook sure has changed in the last couple of weeks! Timmy made his presence known, and Mike noticed as well. But I knew I had to pee. Mike took my hard cock in his hand and squeezed.
"Uhmmmmm! That feels good, but I have to pee!" I said, throwing the covers off of me.
"Go! I have already gone, but hurry back!"
I ran out onto the back porch and stood on the back steps and let the piss go. It arched out of my still nearly hard cock onto the sand, and I smiled, shivered, and though,t this is awesome! Naked, pissing on the beach in the forest, and a hot guy is waiting for me in bed. How much better could life get?
Note from Tim:
Harry has done a pretty good job of getting down my story, or I should say our story. Mike and I have been together now for 5 years. We graduated, and I am in medical school and he is in law school. So he got me back on track with studies, and we had lots of fun: fun with his brothers, Howie's bunk mates, various guys around campus, including Dave - the blond from the men's room. And there was the whole thing on the soccer field - playing naked soccer with a bunch of the dorm guys, which was wild. But I have asked Harry to cut off the story here. I need to get into my studies, yet again, and thought that he got the beginning, which was the important part for me.
I have given Harry the name of a friend of mine. His story is similar, but different from mine. I talked with him, and he is interested in having Harry put his story in writing. So Harry should be working on the story of Kile and his roommate, Hank. I think his working title is, "How Hank made me come out!"
So as Harry says, have fun, and enjoy yourself!
Tim
Thanks for letting me share their story and all of your feedback. Hank and Kile's story is in the works and the first chapter should be out soon.
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