My Only Love Part 5
Author's notes:
Hey everyone! I hope that all is going well in your lives. Everything is great here. I want to thank all the people who have sent me e-mails. Keep them coming! I love to hear what you all think.
You know the rules: under 18, leave; disgusted by homosexuality, leave; etc. Everyone else, read on, dudes! (lol)
I want to dedicate this chapter to my two best friends. They've really helped me with this story, and are in fact the inspiration, although their relationship has nothing to do with Chris and Eric.
Well, on to the story. This part has taken me longer to write because I want to make it longer, but not too much longer.
I hope you like this next part in the continuing saga of Chris and Eric. Let me know what you think at gibsongirl101@hotmail.com.
Chris:
The next four weeks of my life were incredible. Eric and I got closer everyday. I would go to his house after football practice, or he would come to mine. WE would talk, or watch a movie, or make-out. Neither of us was ready for more, and we both wanted to take it slow. I forced myself to forget about the disturbing phone call I had received on the night of our first date. I chalked it up to over active teenagers, just playing prank calls. God knew, Kyle and I had done our share of pranks in middle school.
It was Friday, two weeks to the day since Eric and I had confessed our love for one another. I wanted to plan a really romantic date, one that would rival our first.
I smiled wistfully as I remembered that night. It had been simple magical. I had picked him up at 5:00 on the dot, and we had driven the 45 minutes to Dallas talking non-stop. We decided that instead of going to a movie, we would go to dinner and then just walk around the town for a while.
Over dinner, Eric and I had talked about everything, but spent a lot of time looking into each other's eyes. My grandmother had always said that the eyes were the windows to the soul. I never really knew what she meant, until I saw the love reflecting from my love's eyes. I knew that Eric and I were meant to be together. We were soul mates.
After dinner, we had gone for a walk around the nicer part of town. I know that not many people consider Dallas, Texas to be one of the world's most romantic spots, but that night, with Eric, I would have sworn differently.
When I dropped Eric off that night, and torched my lips to his, I knew that I had found the person I was meant to be with for the rest of my life. As we pulled apart, I looked into his deep green eyes and said, "I love you."
Eric smiled softly and hugged me tight. Before he went in for the night, Eric whispered back, "I love you more than there are stars in the heavens." I had to blink back tears. I had never known that he was such a romantic person.
"Senor Anderson, que es la palabra?" my Spanish teacher asked, pulling me from my memories.
I stared at her blankly. I had no idea what topic we were even discussing, much less what the palabra was. Hell, I didn't even know what palabra meant. I searched for an answer, but had nothing. "No se, Senora Alberton."
The old crone moved on to her next victim, and I went back to trying to figure out what to do for our I month anniversary. I was glad that there was no game tonight, so I could spend all night with my boyfriend.
By the end of class, I had our whole night planned. My parents would be gone for the weekend, so Eric and I would have the whole night to ourselves. I wasn't sure if I wanted anything to happen, but who knew. I loved the guy, and knew that he loved me, so who knew where fate would take us.
After school, I did have football practice, so after the last class of the day, I asked Eric to meet me at my house around 7. He looked at me oddly, and asked what was going on, but I refused to tell him anything.
"Babe, it's a secret."
"Ok, but it had better be a good one. Tonight is a special night!"
I laughed and looked around. The hallway was deserted, except for me, Eric and Kyle. And since I knew that Kyle was perfectly comfortable with us as a couple, I leaned down and quickly kissed Eric.
He blushed, and so did Kyle. I laughed at them both, and then Kyle and I headed in the direction of the locker room.
Things had gotten better around school in the last month. It seemed that the whole school had completely forgotten about the Incident, (as I now called it) and went on to more juicy goings on. "Hiya, Captain, Kyle," Robby Macintyre greeted us when we walked into the locker room. He was a wiry fellow, just a little under 6 feet, with curly red hair, brown eyes and thousands of freckles. If I didn't know for a fact that he was completely heterosexual, and I wasn't involved with Eric, I would have done him.
"Hey Mac. How's it going?"
"Pretty great." He replied.
"So, Captain, how psyched are you about the game tomorrow night. If we win, we are off to states!" exclaimed one of the linebackers, Jimmy.
"I am very confident that we can beat the team down. I mean, they're good, but we're better!" I said, stripping off my clothes. Tomorrow was the last game before states. If we won, we'd be off to states, and if we lost, well, the season would be done.
Now, even thought I was involved, and completely in love with my boyfriend, I couldn't help up sneak some glances at the hot bodies around me. I mean, I was a healthy guy, and could appreciate a nice piece of flesh as much as the next person.
Kyle caught me checking out Mac, and leered comically. I blushed slightly, and resumed getting ready for practice.
Practice that afternoon went smoothly, and as coach didn't want us to over do ourselves, he let us go at 4:30, instead of 5.
"Hey, Chris, do you want to grab a bite to eat with us?" Kyle asked after we had all showered and gotten dressed.
I thought about the romantic dinner I planned to make for Eric, and politely backed out. Kyle understood and gave me a wink, as he, Mac and Robby headed for the local pizza palace.
When I got home, I avoided the living room, where I was sure that my father was, watching the news. While the situation at school had improved, my home life still sucked. Family dinners were the worst. We would all just sit there, not speaking, except for the occasional "Pass the salt, please."
It really depressed me, because I had always been close to my parents, and had always thought that I could share anything with them. But I now knew that I had been wrong. I didn't know how to get my parents back, and I didn't even know if I wanted to try. Which made me even sadder.
"At least Eric's parents like me," I muttered to myself. And it was true. Since they now knew that Eric and I were serious, they had made more of an effort to get to know me, and I found that I really like them too.
Eric's dad was funny, and wise and his mother was like one from on of those old sitcoms on Nick at Night. I adored his younger sister, 8 year old twins, and found that I had a lot in common with is older brother, who is a sophomore in college.
I just wished that my own family would be as receptive to Eric and I as a couple. But I knew that they would never accept me, so I kept my feelings for Eric a secret.
"Chris, is that you?" my mother called from the kitchen.
"Yes."
"Oh. You know that your father and I are going away for the weekend right?"
"Yes. I hope you have a good time." I said politely, as I would to a stranger.
My mother came into the hall, and looked kind of sad. I wished I could go over and give her a hug, but somehow knew that she wouldn't welcome it.
"Well, I left some money so you could order a pizza tomorrow night."
I was quiet for a minute before I replied, "Umm, tomorrow is the final game in the playoffs. I won't be home for supper." I looked away from her, too hurt that she had forgotten, and was going away.
"Oh, I forgot."
"I know. But, don't worry about it, Mother. It's not a big deal." I tried to smile, and managed to get a small one out. But it felt more like a grimace, than a smile. "You and Father deserve a weekend alone. I mean, you have been to practically every game of mine since I was 5. You can't be expected to make them all. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to get ready. I have a date tonight."
I turned away, and raced towards the stairs. I didn't want my mother to see me cry. As I flung open the door to my room, the floodgates opened, and I collapsed on my bed and sobbed into the pillow.
My mother came up the stairs, and just stood outside my door, and before she went away, I heard her whisper, "What have we done?"
About 20 minutes later, I heard the door slam shut, and their car roar to life. They were gone. I was exhausted from my crying jag, but it was already 5:30, and Eric would be here at 7, so I had to get ready.
I knew I wasn't up to cooking, so I called the gormet take out place, and ordered a full course meal for two. Then, after making them promise to be here by 6:30, I set the dining room table with my mother's best china, set candles all around the house, and went to take a shower.
The food arrived precisely at 6:30, and after paying the outrageous bill of $200.00, I brought the food into the kitchen. Then, I raced around the house to light all the candles, grabbed Eric's gift from my room, and waited breathlessly for him to arrive.
The doorbell rang at exactly 7:00. I raced to the door, slowing down just inches before I ran head first into it. I checked my appearance in the mirror beside the door. I was wearing dark slacks, a white shirt and a tie. Thinking I looked too formal, I took off the tie, threw it in the hall closet, rolled up the sleeves of my shirt, and unbuttoned a few buttons on my shirt. Satisfied, I opened to door, to find Eric standing there, with two small packages in his hands.
I pulled him inside, helped him take off his jacket, and then jumped him. He giggled, and snuggled closer as I kissed him hello.
"Hi, baby. I missed you," I whispered against his lips.
"I missed you too, stud." He deepened the kiss, and I gladly gave him my tongue.
We kissed for like, 10 minutes, until my stomach growled. Eric giggled, and pulled away.
"I think that my stud is hungry!" he laughed.
I swatted his ass, and growled, "Yeah, but not for food!"
"Come on stud, and feed your lover!"
I led Eric to the dining room, and he gasped in delight. Looking at all the candles, the fine china, and expensive bottle of wine chilling in the middle of the table, I couldn't help but be pleased with the results.
"You did all this for me?" Eric asked quietly.
"I wanted to show you how much I love you, and to let you know how much better my life has been since finding you."
Eric's eyes filled with tears, and pulled me down for a long, soulful kiss. After a few minutes of tender kissing, I gently pulled away, and pulled out a chair for him. Eric sat, and I told him I would be right back.
Soon, we were both eating quickly. It was as if we didn't want to spend too much time away from each other, not even to eat. We were both done eating in like, 10 minutes, and after hurridly throwing the dishes in the dishwasher, we headed for the living room.
"Let's exchange gifts now," I said.
"Ok. You go first. I've already got what I want. You." Eric said.
I blushed with pleasure, and handed him the present I had bought the week before. "I want you to go first. I can't wait any longer for you to have your present."
Eric looked at me suspiciously, but slowly opened his present. After tearing off the wrapping, we stared at the little black box for a long time, before slowly opening it to reveal a silver ring.
He looked at me, with tears in his eyes, and just leaned over to kiss me. "It's a promise ring," I said. "Do you like it?"
Eric didn't answer, just slipped it on his left finger and handed me my two presents. One was the same size as the box I had given him. I eagerly tore open the paper, and saw an identical black box waiting for me. Sure enough, there was a ring inside. The same ring that I had given Eric.
I laughed, and put the ring on. "Great minds think alike, huh?" Eric asked me. I nodded. He added, "I think we should wear them on chains under our clothes, until we are ready for the world to know about us."
"I think that that would be best, baby." I said. "But for tonight, I want to wear it proudly on my finger."
"Me too. Open the other present."
I did so, and was amazed to see a box of condoms in the palm of my hand. Not sure what to think, I looked at Eric. He blushed and said, "Just so we are prepared when we DO want to go further than kissing."
"Eric, babe, I don't want to rush you, but I am ready for more."
Eric was quiet for a minute, before he said, "So am I. I want you so bad, Chris. I have for a long time."
"Let's go upstairs." I said, taking my hand. He followed me up the stairs and into my room.
Once there, we kissed slowly, our passion growing with every second, as was our antcipation. I grasped the bottom of Eric's shirt, and threw it over his head. I went to work on his pants, as he quickly got me out of my shirt.
Soon we were lying naked on my bed, kissing passionately, out sweat slicked chests rubbing together. I pressed closer and moaned as our erect penises rubbed together. I pressed against Eric harder, and started humping my hips. Soon, Eric was arching against me, silent pleas for more coming form his eyes.
I kiss the side of his neck, sucking gently. He tilted his head to the side, so I could have better access. I made my way down to his nipples, and licked them. He moaned and writhed around on the bed.
I kissed and licked and sucked my way down to his navel, and spent a little time licking it. He really liked that, and I could feel a bit of wetness on my thigh. It was his precum.
Feeling his precum on my made me hornier than hell. I had been lightly stroking his cock while kissing is body, but wanted to taste him and soon. So I replaced my hand with my mouth.
I ran my tongue all around the base, paying special attention to the head. Eric moaned loudly and tangled his hands in my hair. Soon, his entire 7 inches was down my throat, and I was sucking hard.
"Oh... CHRIS! That feels so good!" panted Eric. I smiled slightly, and increased my pace on his cock. "Oh... oh... I'm coming! I'm coming!" he screamed.
I wasn't sure if I wanted him to come in my mouth, but before I had a chance to pull away, Eric exploded on my tongue. He tasted slightly salty, and it was very warm. But I found myself enjoying the taste, and I swallowed it all.
When Eric was spent, I climbed up his body and kissed him fiercely. He kissed me back and I found myself on my back, with Eric on top. He reached down and took my hard-on into his soft hands. I moaned and lay back to enjoy is ministrations.
Eric spent much more time kissing my chest and naval than I had on his. By the time he reached my cock, I was sure I was going to die. He slowly drew me into his mouth, and I groaned with pleasure.
Finally, he sucked me for all he was worth, and soon, I exploded into his mouth. I must have shot 8 times into his mouth, and he drank it all down. Afterward, we kissed lazily for a while, and then fell into a sated sleep, holding one another close.
Thanks for reading the 5th installment of My Only Love. This was my first attempt at a love scene of any kind. Please let me know how I did. (gibsongirl101@hotmail.com). I would like to know if it was believable, or forced. Please let me know. Thanks!