New Life

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I was fed up. I was not happy at all with my life, as it was boring and everything except interesting. My job didn't give me any satisfaction and I didn't socialize with my colleagues. I had no family as I was an only child and both my parents were only children as well. Not even a remote family member that I knew of. Fortunately enough I had some good friends, because without them I would seriously have thought I was pure nuisance for the world and society.

Let me introduce myself. My name is Blake Edmonton. I am 44 years of age. I am about 1.80 meter tall and weight around 80 kg. I am neither handsome nor ugly. I'm just a normal guy that nobody notices. Brown hair, brown eyes, normal complexion, smooth with some hair on the appropriate places neither beard nor mustache. I work in an office and my keyboard and screen are my best friends from nine to five. My car is one of mass-production, meaning there are about thousands in the streets and you wouldn't know which one is mine. I rent a place because it is cheap and close to my work. I don't have a special hobby and my leisure time is spent watching television and surfing the net. I watch quite some gay porn and my right hand has a daily work. The last time I had sex it was with a total stranger and we never exchanged names. The sex was completely anonymous and everything was over in less than five minutes. That was more than 4 years ago. My parents both died of natural causes and didn't leave me a lot as they didn't have a lot.

So, here I was. Christmas and New Year were close and as I walked home after work, I could see all the windows of the shops highly decorated with bright colors. People walked in and out of them with hundreds of packets in colorful bags. They were preparing their "festivities". Unnecessary to tell you I was not in the mood to celebrate anything at all, as the cold was biting through my clothes and getting in my bones.

On the corner of my street there was a travel agency. I had never entered that shop, but they were hanging out a new sign and I just stopped for a moment to see what it was advertising.

The sun and the beach are just a few hours away! Get them before the winter cold gets you!

The girl, who tried to hang up the sign, saw me looking at it and gave me the thumbs-up and a big smile. My smile for her was as weak as the office's coffee. I thought it would be nice to forget the cold, and the rain and the early darkness. If I could afford it I would ... Wait a minute! ... I can afford it! I have been working for more than twenty years in the same office for fair wages. I haven't spent a dime on any fancy things. I got a nice bonus when I was just twenty years in the company and I hadn't touched it.

I almost ran home. I checked my bank account and saw I could more than afford it. I could actually quit my job and go wherever I wanted! There was a switch in my head and I thought that maybe it was the time to put it on "ON" and start to live. Nothing was preventing me to do anything. I ran out of my apartment and back to the corner of the street. I went into the travel agency and asked what that offer in the window was. The girl who had smiled at me earlier explained it wasn't a specific offer; it was more a slogan that would entice you to travel. She asked me what I was looking for and I had to admit I didn't have a clue. The only things I knew were that I wanted to get away from winter and from the grayness of the city. She asked me what my budget was and I told her that money didn't have any importance. It was as if she saw dollar-signs in my eyes.

About half an hour later, I stepped out with an airplane ticket in my pocket and a reservation in a nice hotel on an island I had never heard of. I had about three days to resign my job and get a passport. I decided I wouldn't need a real suitcase, but rather a travel bag with enough space for the basic necessities. To say my boss was flabbergasted would be an understatement. He even offered me to raise my salary, but there was no use at all. I had decided to live and not worry about tomorrow. Most of the people would call me a fool and I didn't care what people would call me or think about me. I was decided to be me and living accordingly.

To make a long story short, I was boarding a plane three days later and the next day I was greeted by a summer sunshine that gave me an unknown energy. In less than seventy-two hours I was free, jobless and happy! I didn't know what I was going to do, but I didn't care. To start with I was going to have real holidays, lying on the beach, swimming in the ocean, soaking up the sun and have nice meals without having to cook for them.

That first week I cruised the island from north to south and from east to west. I saw trees and plants and flowers that I didn't even know existed. I was surprised to see animals in freedom that were only to be seen in a zoo where I used to live. The people from that island were friendly and had permanent smiles on their faces. I entered local shops and bought appropriate clothing for the place and the climate. I looked like a tourist, yes, but then again I was one, at least for the moment. The hotel I stayed at was small but clean. It was run by only one family and they were all more than kind to me. When I asked them if I could stay longer than what the reservation said, they got even friendlier!

I didn't know what it was about that place, but I felt more at home there than in my rented place back home. "Back Home" suddenly sounded so strange to me. Home is where you feel at ease and at peace. I felt more at ease and at peace on this island than anywhere else in the world. After that first week I was decided to stay there. I went up to my room, took my return ticket and my cell phone and walked down the shore to some rocks that entered the sea. From the highest point that reached the farthest in the water, I ripped my ticket in pieces and let the wind blow them out of my hand and into the ocean. Then I looked at that cell phone that was more than ten years old and completely out of date and threw it as far as I could. I dropped with a "plop" in the water and disappeared. For me, I had just burned the bridges behind me. My past was gone and would not come back. It was the legendary "first day of the rest of my (new) life".

The hotel owners were Roberto and Maria. Roberto was managing the hotel and Maria was constantly in the kitchen. Their two daughters, Teresa and Veronica, were in charge of the cleaning of the hotel and the house. Their son, Jonay, was in charge of the garden and the plants and flowers. They were happy, you could see that. The hotel had only something like ten rooms and they did their very best to keep it all in perfect shape and inviting. I loved it there. I had mentioned I wanted to stay longer and when that morning Roberto asked me how much longer I told him "Months ... maybe years". He said he would have to recalculate his price then. About an hour later he came back with a ridiculous low price to my standards. For them it was probably a good price nonetheless. We sealed the deal by shaking our hands and I gave him the money for a month in advance.

Maria was a very good cook. I loved her cuisine because it was simple and healthy. I didn't know how she managed to have the smells of the kitchen overwhelm the entire hotel, as almost all the windows were open. But she did. I started to ask her things about her kitchen and her cooking skills. She was so proud about it and even told me a few of what she called her secrets. We connected real well. I was not a bad cook either and soon we were both busy in her kitchen. She showed me how to mix sweet and sour, sweet and spicy and the mix of other flavors I had never imagined putting together.

We tried out new things. I had to learn first which the local products were. A lot of fruit and vegetables were totally new to me. I tried them one by one and tried to remember each taste. It was not only a question of taste. Maria could tell me all about them. Some of them even had medicinal powers and some had a total different taste when cooking them or mixing them up with something else. My interest in cooking grew by the day and after a few weeks you could find me more in her kitchen than on the beach. Jonay showed me the many plants that they had in the garden and which were used in his Mama's kitchen. He surprised me with a total knowledge of every plant and flower that surrounded the hotel and even beyond. He could also tell me the properties of each plant and he even pointed one out saying "Don't touch that one!". It was a very exuberant plant with a big red flower. He said the flower came up every year and that there was a specific time to pick it as to have all of its power. If you picked it too early it had absolutely no effect and if you picked it too late it turned into venom. He told me that he didn't know yet exactly when to pick it and he left it to his Mama to decide of the time. When I asked him about the properties, Jonay didn't answer me. He just talked about something else.

Jonay was going to turn eighteen in a few month time. On this island it seemed a very important event in every man's life. Eighteen meant you were an adult and that you were responsible for yourself and for what you were doing. In their family, Jonay's birthday was to be celebrated according to the traditions and rites. I didn't know what they were, but the whole family seemed really involved with the event. Teresa and Veronica were both older than Jonay and were considered qualified enough to have their opinion about the ceremony.

Jonay was a fine specimen of mankind. He was tall and didn't have an ounce of fat on him. His skin was nicely tanned as most of the day he ran around shirtless. He had black wavy hair and piercing green eyes. His jaw was square and he already had to shave daily. When he smiled he showed a perfect set of white teeth. He had some hair on his chest and a nice treasure trail. His legs were strong and he had the most beautiful feet. Yes, he was gorgeous and handsome. I enjoyed looking at him.

I had noticed that he was looking at me as well and most when he thought I was not watching him. If I caught him watching me, he turned his look towards somewhere else. He was always a joyful youth but strangely enough he was quiet when close to me. I guessed it was the age difference that did it; the respect for your elders.

As I was helping Maria so much in the kitchen, I soon sat at the family table instead of the lonely little table in the hotel's restaurant. With Maria I not only started to be a good cook, but I also learned the language and after about two month's time, they at least couldn't fool me anymore. I still had some problems to express myself though. The first things I learned were of kitchen terminology and before long I knew the exact terms to use when working alongside Maria. The bookings at the hotel were good and the occupancy was constantly over the 95%. The restaurant was always full booked as people from outside the hotel came to eat there, too. Maria and I started to offer new dishes that were a combination of occidental and oriental food, with the personal touch of Maria and sometimes even with my personal touch. Maria always mentioned my name on the blackboard at the entrance of the restaurant when I had prepared something.

Every single morning Maria went to the fresh market. She didn't have a driver's license and so Roberto took her, but he didn't like driving. I suggested I could drive Maria and the relief on Roberto's face was worth millions. That's how I started to know even more people and speak their language better and better. I became a familiar figure at the market and everybody knew I was Maria's protŽgŽe and not "another tourist". I loved it to go to the fresh market. It was not big but every stand was filled with fresh products. Maria taught me to make the difference between "not ripe enough" and "too ripe", but most of all "just ripe". She used the English word ripe as if it was the only one she knew. She even said a dish was ripe when she just meant it was ready.

I was so happy! In less than three months time I had learned a new language, met fantastic people, moved to the other side of the world and started a brand new life. I didn't regret one single thing of my old life. I had discovered a real passion for the kitchen and the cooking, thanks to Maria who was a fantastic teacher. I couldn't ask for more ... or maybe I could, but I had resigned myself that I would be alone for the rest of my life. I didn't look for anything or anybody. Nobody asked about where I came from or what my life was. They showed respect for me and I gave it back to them as much as I could. They seemed to have a golden rule: don't ask ... if someone wants you to have some information, let him give it to you out of his free will.

Nonetheless, the sisters Teresa and Veronica were a little bit nosier. They didn't ask things that really were indiscreet, but from time to time they had questions about me. I thought that maybe one of them was falling for me, but as they were both married, so I didn't think it was the case. I thought it was just women's curiosity.

Then came the fatal day where Maria fell in the stairs and broke her wrist and her ankle. We drove her to the hospital and about two hours later she came out with both broken parts in a cast. The first days she was in a lot of pain and even the painkillers didn't help a lot. I took over the kitchen and Jonay was of great help. The restaurant didn't suffer under Maria's absence. I had been a good pupil. When I was not really sure about something I asked Jonay and if he didn't know it either, he went to ask his Mama. The customers never knew she was not at the stove.

In the morning it was again Jonay who went with me to the fresh market. Most of the people there knew him. Mama was not there, but they all knew that with Jonay and I they'd better do business as if it was Mama herself. Jonay was of great help when I came across something I didn't know, or if I needed a translation. A lot of the locals didn't speak a word of English!

As we were about to leave the market, we were met by a group of five or six guys, all approximatively Jonay's age. They seemed to have a lot of fun, but Jonay's face was dead serious. He just tried to avoid them but they followed us. They were quite noisy and even if I didn't understand what they were saying, it sounded rude and unpleasant. I saw that Jonay was stepping faster to reach the van. As I said, I didn't understand a lot of what they were now yelling, but I recognized it clearly as bullying, even if Jonay was almost eighteen years. I wasn't going to face them as long as I didn't know what it was all about. I just got to the van, got in and drove away. Once we were on the road I just asked Jonay what had happened and when I looked at him I saw a tear coming out of his eye and going down on his cheek. That simple tear astounded me. I stopped the van, turned off the engine and looked at Jonay. I had learned to not ask and wait till the other person started to talk. I was prepared to wait. Jonay stared through the front window. After a few minutes he slowly turned his head towards me. I tried to manage a smile full of confidence and trust.

• The guy that was yelling the loudest used to be my best friend, Juan. We were inseparable. We grew together, went to school together, and went on holiday together ... well, you get the picture, don't you? I trusted him completely and I thought he trusted me equally. When about six months ago I told him I had feelings for him, he said he had the same ones. I supposed I had been quite clear with him, but when I tried to kiss him he just went ballistic. He pushed me back really hard and yelled at me as if I had killed his parents. He told me to get out of his sight and to never speak to him again. I did as he said, but apparently that was not enough. As soon as he would see me, he would yell at me and calling me names. It all hurt so much inside after all those years of friendship. I can't stand it anymore. Why do you think I dedicate my time to the family, the garden and all those things? I do it just because I don't have to face him and his friends.

Jonay was sobbing in earnest now. I put my arm around his shoulder and tried to comfort him in a tender silence. He literally cried on my shoulder and wet my shirt. I let him cry out and kept my hold on him. Once he calmed down he said we'd better get back to the hotel as we had work to do. I respected him and turned on the engine.

I didn't mention anything to anyone. If Jonay wanted to tell his parents or his sisters it was up to him, not to me. But when his sister Veronica came into the kitchen and saw his face, she didn't need any explanation. She went over to him and hugged him. Then she turned to me and asked if we had met Juan. I just nodded.

• Ok, Jonay, I told you I would stay out of this, but it is going too far. I will handle this my way.

And as a whirlwind she left the kitchen. I couldn't do much more than going on cutting the onions in pieces. What I realized was that Veronica knew what was going on. She probably knew as well that Jonay was gay. There was such a bond in this family that in less than five minutes everybody would know about the facts of that morning.

It broke my heart to see Jonay crying. He had the build of a grown-up man, but his heart was still pure and innocent. With his body he could easily face Juan and his friends and floor them in a twist, but his heart didn't allow him to do so. I wanted so much to alleviate his pain, but I didn't know how. I wanted to take him in my arms and tell him I would protect him, but I didn't have the guts to do so. I was suddenly feeling like the dirty old man trying to seduce the eighteen year young son of the family. They didn't deserve that after "adopting" me like they had.

The next morning we had to go to the market again and I could see that Jonay was reticent to join me. I told him I could go on my own if he didn't want to come, but that he would have to face his demons one day or another, that he wanted or not.

He got into the van.

We bought all the necessary for the kitchen. We hadn't seen Juan and I was kind of happy for that, but I had made up my mind to stand up for my friend Jonay. I didn't know how, but I would. I had not much time to think about it as Juan and his friends were leaning against our van. I dropped everything I had in my hands and walked over to Juan. Without any warning I grabbed him by his balls and squeezed really hard. Juan screamed out in pain. Every time one of his friends wanted to come to his rescue, I squeezed even harder. Juan couldn't move. My grip on him was unforgivable. I leaned in and said:

• Now you have the choice. Or you leave my boyfriend alone and you start to mind your own business, or next time I won't be that gentle squeezing your balls softly. Have I made myself clear? By the way, he loved you and you just rejected him. You don't have the slightest clue of what you are losing.

Juan nodded as I still kept a firm grip on his balls. I let him lose and he stumbled towards his friends and left. I looked over at Jonay who was standing there petrified and stunned. I was satisfied with myself that I had been able to defend and protect him, but at the same time I was shaking like a leaf. I would have preferred if he had done it himself, but a little help is always welcome, no? I took our bags and put them in the van and we were on our way to the hotel once again, just like the day before. This time however, Jonay was looking at me still in disbelief of what he had seen happening in front of his eyes.

• You realize you called me your boyfriend? Jonay asked.

• Yes, I answered, did that bother you?

• Are you gay? he then asked.

• As a matter of fact I am, I said, but does it really matter? I just wanted Juan to know that he was not the only one knowing you are. Plus, I wanted to intimidate him and with my grip on his balls, I did. I don't think he will ever bother you again, but if he does, you just have to show him you are not afraid of him. Use the arms he is using, against himself.

I stopped the van in front of the kitchen door and believe it or not, Veronica already knew what had happened near the fresh market. I didn't think news would travel so fast. She had a big smile on her face, but didn't say anything at all. She just gave me a peck on the cheek when I passed her on my way to the kitchen and then hugged her brother. He had a smile on his face and even winked at his sister.

I was a little bothered. I had called Jonay my boyfriend without asking his permission. Our age difference was huge and I didn't know how he would react, but what bothered me more was how his parents of sister would react. On a first sight, veronica was ok with it, but nonetheless ...

Days past and we never saw Juan again at the fresh market. Maria was getting better and even if she couldn't stand on her feet for a long time, she was sitting on a high chair, watching closely what I was doing. She often nodded when she saw me doing something she didn't expect but approved of. She even joked about the fact she could retire if I was there. It was a nice compliment and I thanked her. Maria was a nice woman and together with her husband she had done a very good job with the hotel and its restaurant, but also in raising her children like she had done.

One day, without any warning, she blatantly asked if I fancied Jonay. I don't remember what I had in my hands, but I know I dropped it. I felt the blood leave my face and didn't know how to react. Despite of that, Maria was still smiling and told me that Jonay fancied me. I looked at her in total awe. Her smile was still on her face.

• Haven't you understand yet that we have a very open mind? We talk about any and everything with our children. Roberto and I have never avoided answering any question of our three children. In that aspect we have treated them like adults at a very early age. Of course, we tried to find words they understood so that our answers were clear to them. Jonay, at the early age of nine years old, asked us what a "gay" is and we explained it to him. He has always been smart and never took anything for granted. I have never seen a boy who asked so many intelligent questions. But apart from him, we are all like that, open-minded I mean. We are neither afraid to ask a question nor to receive the answer. I didn't have to ask you if you were gay, I knew it from the first step you set in this house. Seems like I have a sixth sense for it, as Roberto says. And I knew, almost at the same time, that my son fancied you. If he hasn't mentioned it to you it is not because he is shy or because he is afraid or anything like that. It is the first time I see him having a prejudice: he thinks he is too young for you.

• I know it sounds like a clichŽ, I said, but age is not a question of numbers, but a question of state of mind. We haven't talked about it yet, but before I came here I was only the shadow of myself. I didn't really live. Since I am here I feel much younger because I have the sensation of starting my life all over again. It seems destiny has given me a second chance. I feel much younger than ten or fifteen years ago.

• I am glad to hear that Blake, Maria said, because that brings the two of you closer together. Jonay is more mature than his eighteen years of age! For me, the most important thing is that he is happy, and if his heart says he wants to be with you, Roberto and I will support him in every way possible. The only thing we would like to ask you is to not promise something you can't respect. If you feel there is no possibility between the two of you, then don't start anything. He will be unhappy, but he will get over it. I just know for sure he would have a big problem if you say yes and afterwards you act no.

With that, she left the kitchen.

I was standing there, alone, with my thoughts. I was actually receiving the blessing of Jonay's Mama to start a relationship with her son. Yes, indeed, I had looked at him and found him very attractive. Yes, indeed, I had learnt to know him better and was pleasantly surprised by his maturity and intelligence. Yes, indeed, I had thought about him more than once in a sexual way. What happened is that I had respect for the whole family and I had built that protection wall around me as to not get in trouble. Jonay's Mama had just caused a breach in that wall. I really didn't know what to do. He was about to be eighteen and I was almost forty-five! Even if I felt younger and he was more mature, it still left a serious gap of age between the two of us. I had like a thousand questions in my head, but the most important one was if I was in love with Jonay.

That day I finished the work in the kitchen and left immediately after it to go for a long walk. Walking all by my own would help me sorting my thoughts out. At least that was what I was convinced of. I went back to those rocks where I had shred my flight ticket and thrown my cell into the ocean. That day I had turned my back to my past life and started a new one. New it was! But with the new life, came also the new feelings and Jonay was certainly provoking those new emotions. I sat on the rocks, watching the waves coming in and out. Although the view was spectacular, I closed my eyes and concentrated on the sounds of the waves. I felt myself slipping in a kind of a trance. I felt weightless. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears and its pace slowed down. I noticed as well that my breathing got slower. Although I had those thousand questions in my head, I felt an incredible inner peace. When I opened my eyes, I could see the blue of the sky a lot brighter and the turquoise color of the sea much more intense. Looking back over my shoulder, the green of the trees more penetrating and the rustle of the leaves seemed like a choreographed dance to the sound of the ocean. I was completely relaxed.

I tried to take one question at the time, searching for the answers in my heart and in my soul. I didn't try to go to the next question before I found an answer to the previous one. I made a mental list of my values and principles. I banned my former life out of me. I was here, in what I already considered my new home. Not a hair on my head was thinking about flying back from where I came. I deleted voluntarily from my head the old ideas and opinions. I tried to picture what I wanted for my future. In each of those pictures, Jonay's smiley face came up. I took that as an omen from Destiny. Yes, that good old fate brought pictures in my head as if they were answers to my questions. I knew for sure that Jonay was going to be a big part of my life although I didn't know yet how.

It was the sun setting down at the horizon that made me realize I had been sitting there for several hours. It was the ache in my muscles that told me I had not moved an inch in all that time. I came out of my trance and got up slowly, allowing the blood flowing through my veins again and started my way back to the hotel. One thing was clear in my mind: I had to have a serious talk with Jonay. I hurried back as I knew the evening meals had to be prepared and Mama was still not in condition to do so. Reaching the kitchen Maria was starting the first preparations and after putting on an apron I took the knife out of her hands. I didn't have to look at the board to see what she intended to offer to the clients. All the ingredients were there and I knew what to do.

• You are a very special man, she said, I saw you on the Holly Rock or should I say "above" the Holly Rock.

I looked at her quizzically.

• Yes, you were actually floating in the air Blake. You were levitating. And doing it where you did, I know you were in a deep meditation and in connection with the Universe. Not everybody can reach that point. I am so happy for you, but also for us. You are truly part of this family, you know?

I had no idea what she was talking about. Holly Rock? Levitating? Connection with the Universe? It was neither the time nor the place to go deeper into that. We had people coming in already into the restaurant of the hotel. It seemed we would have a full house once again and probably even a second service. Roberto was doing his job as ma"tre d'. The three children were serving the guests and Maria helped me with the presentation of the plates. We started to have a real good fame in this little town.

When the service was over and the last customers were sipping coffee and liquors, Maria asked me to help her out on the terrace. We sat down next to the exuberant plantations, just under the tree Jonay had been so mysterious about. The big red flower that he said never to touch was fully open. I looked at it and had the sensation it was glowing. Maria followed my gaze and said:

• You see it glow? That means that you are allowed to pick it up and that in the future you will always know when you can do it. I told you are a special man and now I know that you are gifted. The Universe has sent you here and to our house. Pick-up the flower Blake!

I reached out and took the flower in my hand. I was immediately overflown by an extraordinary energy. I could feel my blood running through my veins and my heart beating peacefully. I didn't have to do any effort to have the flower off the tree. The glow it had surrounded me and I saw Maria smiling at me. Although her mouth didn't open, I could hear her giving me instructions. She told me to take out the pistil and put it in my mouth. I did as I was told. The taste was sweet and strong at the same time. She said not to chew it, that it would dissolve by itself. It did! I could feel it mix with my saliva and go down my throat. A huge sensation of warmth overwhelmed me and I had never felt so good in my life. It was as if every muscle in my body got stronger and healthier. I closed my eyes and concentrated on that feeling. When I opened my eyes again, I could see the petals of the flower in my hand. Slowly they were disintegrating to finally just disappear. I couldn't possibly explain what had happened, but Maria apparently did. She had such a bright smile on her face and in her eyes that radiated happiness.

• You are truly gifted Blake. I have seen this happen only twice in my life. In both occasions the persons received the gifts of the Universe. You haven't received them right now because you already had them. Follow your heart and your intuitions and you will never in your life make a mistake.

At that precise moment, I saw a second flower starting to glow. I followed Maria's advice and followed my intuition. I picked up the flower, put the pistil on Maria's tongue and before it was dissolved, I put the petals on her wrist and ankle. I just knew that the following morning the casts could come off. Maria got up and could walk to the house. As she had just left, Jonay came towards me. I took him by the hand and we went for a walk. During that walk I talked a lot. Jonay was just listening and when he agreed to something, he just squeezed my hand. When we reached what his Mama had called the Holly Rock, we climbed on it. We stood there for a few minutes in a total and comfortable silence. Then I turned to Jonay, put my arms around his waist as he wrapped his around my neck. It was a magic moment when our lips met. The kiss was electrifying although it was tender. I could feel Jonay's love flown into me and I just hoped my feelings were entering him the same way. Although it was night, we were surrounded by hot air. While Jonay was unbuttoning my shirt, I pulled his T-shirt over his head. I had seen him bare-chested but the skin-to-skin contact was even better. We pressed our chests together and our kiss became passionate. I could have kissed him like that for hours.

The full moon gave us a little light. The rock was still warm from the sun it had soaked up during the day. I undid Jonay's shorts that fell around his ankles. He had loosened my pants that fell off as well. We lay down on the warm rock and pulled ourselves together as to have a full body contact. Wherever my hands roamed over Jonay's body, they could feel the blood rushing through his veins. Our chests were so closely pressed together that we could feel the other's heartbeat. Our rock hard cocks were dueling together as our tongues did in our mouths. There was no rush, but en enormous heat emanated from us. We discovered each other with an uncommon hunger. We did it with our hands as none of us wanted to break the kiss. Jonay, with his youthful ardor, was the first to travel down my body. He started by nibbling at my earlobes and washing out my ears with his tongue. He then bit softly on my tender flesh between my ears and my collarbone, but his hunger was for my nipples. I had never been very sensitive in my nipples, but when his tongue twirled around them I could feel a direct connection with my cock as it was throbbing in frenzy. He pinched one nipple while sucking on the other and I was gasping for air.

Jonay traveled even more downwards, following my meager treasure trail towards my genitals. He didn't touch my cock. He passed it and kissed my balls, but went down even more, licking my inner thighs. I was wriggling beneath him. I knew if I let him go on, I would soon reach a premature ejaculation. I focused on the sensations he was wakening in me. I had had my share of anonymous and unsatisfying sex in the past. This was totally different. My whole body was alive under his touch. Jonay, for being so young, knew perfectly how to use his body to give me total satisfaction. He came back up and kissed my shaft till he reached the head of it. He held my cock in his hand and squeezed it softly while running his tongue over my mushroom. His breath was ragged but calmed down once he wrapped his lips around my manhood. He pushed his head down, letting my cock invade his mouth and pushing down his throat. He slowly came back up, produced more spit and went down again. His lips felt so soft on my shaft and I opened my legs a bit to give more comfort to my balls. He took the opportunity to cup them with his other hand and to massage them with tender loving care. He bobbed up and down on my cock and I had to refrain him if I didn't want to shoot my load. He seemed to understand and came back up to kiss me again with his adorable fever.

We rolled over and I found myself on top of him. I wanted to give him the same treatment he had given me and found an equal satisfaction in giving as in receiving. Jonay moaned out loud and even shouted my name in the night air. When I wrapped my lips around his cock he couldn't restrain himself and spurted various powerful jets of his semen into my mouth. He tasted very good and I sucked till the last drop before swallowing his load. His cock didn't lose any of its hardness, so I kept on sucking him. Each passage of my tongue over his sensitive cock-head made his whole body shiver. I kept my grip on him and didn't allow him to withdraw. I nursed his cock in my mouth for what seemed eternity. However, I felt him spread his legs wide. That would give me full access to his balls and even his crack. I let go of his cock and managed to have both his balls in my mouth. I let them roll over my tongue and even pulled on them but not to the point of hurting him. I licked and munched on his tender flesh between his balls and his ass and he seemed to enjoy that very much as he spread his legs even wider. My tongue found its way to his puckered hole. It turned in circles around the hole itself, decreasing the size of the circles as to reach the hole itself. Jonay knew how to relax his sphincter muscle as my tongue could dive in with ease. I pushed my mouth on his ass and French kissed it. Jonay was one nerve bundle. He squirmed and swirled beneath me, opening his legs as much as he could and stretching them high in the air. I went several times from his ass to his cockhead with my tongue licking everything on the way. Jonay was gasping for air. I went up to his face and kissed him with renewed passion.

As I was kissing him, my cock found its natural way and pointed at its target. The ample oozing out of pre-cum made it all wet and slippery. I had only to push softly to have my cock-head plop into his hole. Jonay stopped breathing when I entered him and I stayed as still as possible to let his ass get used to my invasion. Once he breathed again I pushed forward and my cock disappeared slowly into his bowels. It seemed an eternity before my pubic hair tickled his ass-cheeks, but once I was completely in, he wrapped his arms around my neck and held on to me as if his life depended on it. He also wrapped his legs around my waist, letting me know he didn't want me to leave. I had no intention of getting out of there before I deposited my load. I just controlled my hip movements and slowly went in and out of him. My cock-head entered a real furnace. He was so tight and used his ass-muscles real well, contracting them when I was on the out movement and releasing them when I pushed inwards. Our mouth were sealed together. Our arms and legs were forcefully holding the other. No force on earth would tear us apart, except a tremendous orgasm that we were reaching far too fast to our liking. I wanted to stay like that forever. Jonay was desiring the same. Our bodies were pressed together and his cock was trapped between our bellies. The rubbing of both our bodies were sending jolts of pleasure through his whole being.

I couldn't prevent of increasing my pumping speed. This was all too good to me and to Jonay as well. I felt my juice boiling in my balls, searching a way out. I tried to prevent coming so soon, but my body had other ideas. I lifted myself and took hold of Jonay's ankles. I brought one of his feet closer to my mouth and sucked in his big toe. He screamed out with this new sensation and shot his load. Doing that he contracted his ass-muscles even more and that sent me over the edge. I pushed into him with one powerful thrust and deposited my seed in him. His ass-muscles were doing their magic on my cock and this orgasm was an absolute bliss. I let go of his ankles that locked themselves around my waist. I collapsed on Jonay and we were once again in a very passionate kiss.

We were sweating profusely and the moonlight shone on our skins. This was not sex. It was pure lovemaking. If I had any doubts only a few hours earlier, those were gone and I realized I was not only in love with Jonay. I dearly and deeply loved him.

He was returning my feelings of love in such a strong way that tears got out of my eyes. They were tears of pure happiness. I had never felt something like that before. We lay there for the longest time. I didn't want to leave his arms and he didn't want me to get out of him. Despite our desires, my cock deflated and popped out of his ass. We were still kissing.

It seemed an eternity before we got up and walked back to the hotel. I had my arm around his shoulder while he had his around my waist. We walked back without saying a word. Our hearts were connected and we didn't need speech to express that feeling. When we reached the hotel I wanted Jonay to come with me to my room and spend the night, but he said no. He said that my place from now on was in his room in the family house. I didn't argue his decision and followed his to his room. We took off our clothes and lay down on his bed with only a sheet over us. We naturally spooned and were wandering off in dreamland in no time.

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