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:
Robert E. Lee Balser
Denny (Dennis Andrew Miggs), 20
Robert F. Balser, Rob's dad
Donna Balser, Rob's mom.
Nana, The balser's housekeeper
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
James Miggs, Denny's dad
Carol Miggs, Denny's mom,
Ray, Denny's dad's Deputy D.A. friend
Tad Newliegh, the new roomie
Jacob Smith, Rob's former "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 5:
"Denny," Jim said, "We know about you and Rob."
"Know what?" He said, sounding pretty confused again.
"Denny, do you remember Garth?" I asked.
"Oh yeah. I really loved him!"
"Do you remember what happened to him?"
"Sure -- he -- uh -- he killed himself." He started to cry. "What's all this got to do with Garth. Man, I loved him!"
"Denny -- do you know why you're living with Rob now?"
"Sure!" He looked at me. "You're Garths cousin!" He said as if just making the connection. "And I am now living with you, huh? How come?" He again looked between his dad and me. "Do I -- do I have amnesia or something?"
"Something like that." I answered. "Is it -- is it okay with you that you are living with me?" I asked -- afraid of the answer.
Denny looked from me to his dad and then back to me again.
What must be going through my poor baby's mind?
Chapter 6
"I -- I - " Denny looked all around the cubicle we were in, as if looking for something that was missing. "But -- where is Randy? And Tad. Do they live with us too? Why aren't we living in the Dorm."
"Denny -- why don't you lay back on that table for a few minutes. We'll be right back." Denny's dad took my arm and pulled me out. When we were out of earshot, Jim said, "He's just too confused right now. I think it all will come back to him, but I'm somewhat worried about the timing -- when it might happen."
"I know."
"Rob -- It was my intention to apologize to Denny, but -- it would only further confuse him right now."
"Yeah." I was at a loss for what to say.
"I also want to apologize to you, Rob." He looked very uncomfortable. I felt about the same as he looked. "Rob, I wish I could excuse myself by saying that I had amnesia or something. That would make it easier. I actually saw my son curled up in bed with your cousin. I can remember my reaction. It was at first revulsion. Then I did a quick switch, and told myself that it was innocent. That they were just friends.
"Then when he told us that he loved Garth, I pretty much did the same thing. At first the hair stood on end on the back of my neck, then a voice inside said, `hey -- of course he loves him! He's his best friend'. I was in deep denial, I guess."
"Then, the day that you guys came over for dinner, some of the guys at the office were really bad mouthing queers -- er -- sorry."
"It's okay, Mr. -- er -- Jim. I understand it's okay to call us that again." I smiled.
"Well, anyway, I actually got defensive -- not outwardly -- but I was bristling, because -- well now I realize it was because I was feeling paranoid -- as if they were accusing my son of being -- one -- and that they were razzing me for it. Of course they weren't. But by the time I got home that night, I was really uptight. On the outside I KNEW that Denny wasn't gay -- but on the inside I knew he was. It was tearing me up!
"so -- when you guys actually made it clear that you were a couple -- and then his roommates declared they were also gay -- well -- something cracked inside of me. I am very ashamed. I really am. I am the one who always sticks up for acceptance and sensitivity. I just didn't realize that I had such feelings stored up inside me -- until I had to deal with the reality the my own son was -- that way."
"Gay!" I affirmed.
"Yeah -- sorry!" he put his hands up to his face and pressed hard into it with his fingers. "It's not so easy. Well, anyway - "
He sounded near to a breakdown. "Jim -- I understand. I really do." I started. "I -- I had a terrible time -- I mean -- I was so much in denial -- when I finally admitted that I was gay. I couldn't say it either!"
HE looked up at me with relief and gratitude in his eyes as he let loose a huge sigh. His eyes got glassy as he said, "Thank you for making this a little easier for me."
Then he hugged me! He stepped back and said, "The other thing I wanted to discuss is -- maybe Denny should come back home. He is so confused -- and when things start to fall into place -- it may be good if someone -- his mother -- is there to help him through it. I assume you will be working - - ?"
That stopped me cold. I wanted him with me -- especially when he was so -- confused. But Jim was right. I couldn't be there all the time. His mom could. I started to say something but he interrupted. "Well, you guys are both adults. I can't -- "
"No, Jim, It's not -- I mean -- I think you're right. I just feel so -- out of control -- of my life right now. I usually am IN control!"
"Rob, My wife really -- well we BOTH really -- like you! We've discussed this, and we are convinced that Denny is gay. We both also like that he has found you. We will not do anything to -- to -- come between you and Denny. As a matter of fact -- HEY! I have an idea -- if Carol is in agreement -- maybe she can come to your place and -- baby-sit -- or `nurse' him back to health. That way, she will be there while you are at work, then she can leave when you get home."
"You -- you think -- she might be willing to do that?"
"We can ask her. But I think I know her well enough to know what she will say." He walked back to Denny's cubicle and peeked in. "Are you all right, son? We'll be just a minute -- we need to talk to your mom."
"I'll stay with him, so you can ask her in private, Jim. That would be better -- don't you think?"
"You're right." He went out to the waiting room. I returned to Denny's side.
"Hi Rob!" He said as if he was surprised I was there. He was smiling innocently. I wanted to cry inside. I had such overwhelming feeling for this boy, and yet I could see in his eyes that he had no recollection of feeling this way about me. I forced back any thoughts of tears, and smiled.
"How are you feeling, Swee -- uh, Denny?"
"You - " he started, wide eyed, "You called me Sweetie a couple times before? Why? I mean -- it's okay -- I liked it. I like you! Are you -- ummmm - "
"Am I -- gay?"
"Yeah -- are you?"
"Yes, Denny I am." I smiled again.
"Wow! So am I!" he whispered. "SHhh! My parents don't know -- yet."
Should I tell him? "Denny, do you -- do you know why we're here?"
"You mean here -- as in -- here in the hospital?"
"Yeah. Why are we here?"
"I -- guess -- I had an accident. I'm not to clear."
"How do you feel?"
"I feel pretty good, You?"
"I'm fine." I smiled again.
"Did you know that the doctor is going to break my nose again? It's way out of place."
"When is that going to happen?" I asked him -- to see if he remembered that.
"Tomorrow morning! Are you going to be here?"
"No -- I have to go to work. New job and all."
"Oh. Yeah. Well, hey -- thanks for coming tonight, hey?"
"Denny, don't you remember? You live with me now."
He looked like he was really trying hard to concentrate. "Oh, yeah! And -- Randy and Tad -- they don't live with us -- do they?"
"No."
"And Roddy? Does he live with us?"
"Nope -- just you and me."
"I have amnesia, you know! You're Garth's cousin! Did he tell us to live together? I sure miss Garth."
"I miss him too, Sw -- er -- Denny."
"You can call me Sweetie if you want. I like it. It somehow just sounds righ -- wait -- he again looked like he had a splitting headache. He put his hand on his ears. Then he looked back at me. "What else?"
"What else?" I repeated.
"Are you - - were we -- like -- together -- or something?"
What could I say? "Ummm -- yes -- we were -- ARE!"
"Oh! Wow!" he said. He gave me the sweetest smile. "I think I like this dream! I hope I don't wake up! I have to tell you -- Even at the funeral -- isn't that where we met -- yessss! I remember! You were there and -- Randy -- and Roddy! And when you walked in the room, it -- well everything came to a halt! For me! I even felt guilty! I remember that!"
"Denny -- this isn't a dream. And for the record, I felt the same about you at the funeral. And I too felt guilty. After all Garth was not even in the ground yet and - "
"YESS! That's exactly how I felt!"
"Denny -- your mom is - "
"So -- erm -- we are a number?"
"Yeah." I smiled.
"COOL!" He exclaimed. My smile turned into a grin -- ear to ear!
"Anyway -- your mom will be staying with you during the day while I am gone to work."
"My mom. Really?" he thought for a moment. "SHIT! They don't KNOW about us do they?"
"Yes, they do." I replied. He got a horrified look on his face. "But it's okay! They're okay with it!"
"How can that be? They threw me out for being -- WAIT! Oh SHIT! They threw us BOTH out! I remember it! And Randy and Tad, too! O GOD! Now I -- Oh, Rob -- We really ARE a couple! But my dad -- he was so okay with it then he went ballistic and now you say he's okay with it -- how can that be? I mean - "
"Denny -- Sweetie -- slow down. It's coming back to you. Are you okay with -- us?"
"Okay? OKAY??" Robbie, I love you -- how can you ask that!!??"
Tears sprang into my eyes. I was smiling so wide it hurt my jaw. "Welcome back, sweetheart!"
"What's all the commotion in here." Dr. Valentine peeked in.
"He's back, Doc! He remembers almost everything." I looked at Denny. The bandages must have been strained to the max with the huge grin on his face.
"Ready for tomorrow morning?"
"Ready? I'm ready for anything!" Denny said. "Did you know I'm in love with this hunk here?"
"I got that impression." The doc said, grinning. "So, let me get your parents in here, so we can discuss tomorrow's schedule."
The nurse went out to get them. Denny looked all of a sudden very worried. "It's okay, Sweetie -- really! I'll explain later, but it's totally okay. Okay?"
"If -- of you say so. Damn you are hot!" He exclaimed, as his parents walked back in. I could feel the blood rising to my face and ears! Jim looked at me, then at Denny -- then back at me. He picked something up from our expressions, I guess.
"What's up, guys?" He asked, smiling.
"Denny's - " I started.
"I -- my -- my memory is coning back. WOW! It is so weird! When it started to come back, it was like a puzzle suddenly sprang from nowhere and was all of a sudden done. I felt almost like I was being filled up with memories -- like they were being downloaded from a server or something! Totally bizarre!
"Denny -- I wanted to -- um explain to you -- more private -- or -- I mean - " Jim started.
"It's okay, Dad. Rob told me it's all right. So I know it must be. He said he would explain it later. I'm just so glad to have my memory back. I can even remember how it felt to be so confused." His words tumbled over each other! "It wasn't a bad feeling exactly -- but sort of empty -- like -- wow -- what am I missing -- or something. I felt this almost overwhelmingly good feeling toward Rob -- but I didn't know why. That was confusing. And -- Dad -- I felt fear -- every time you were in the room with me. Even when you were being so -- sweet -- a few minutes ago? I still felt this underlying fear."
"Oh, Denny, I'm so sor - "
"No -- it's okay, Dad! Really. I wasn't saying that to make you feel bad. I was just trying to tell you how -- weird it is -- was -- not knowing why I felt these things. It was as if my subconscious knew things it wasn't telling me."
"That's exactly what it is, Denny." Dr. Valentine said. And there will probably be other revelations in the coming days -- more mundane things that you will all of a sudden remember that you remember."
"Doc!" Denny said. "OH! Yeah! Oh, Wow!"
"What is it, honey?" Mrs. Miggs said.
"I just remembered -- why -- er -- how -- I got hurt! Stupid! Stupid!"
"It someone going to be with him for a few days?" Dr. Valentine asked.
"Yes, I will be there during the days, when Rob is working, Doctor." Mrs. Miggs said.
"Good. It's not good to be alone when these things come flooding back. Denny needs us here to talk to -- to kind of sort it out -- out loud. Otherwise it can lead to suppressing it back into the subconscious."
"Wow!" Denny said. Are you a psychologist?"
"No." he smiled. "But I have taken extensive psychology in my schooling. I was fascinated by it. Probably trying to figure out my own screwed up life! Anyway -- I promise -- there will be other revelations and insights he remembers he remembers."
"Maybe we should get our boy home now?" Jim said.
"Yes -- so we'll see you back here tomorrow morning at 8:30?"
"Oh. Okay." Denny said. "What for?"
"You see -- he's not out of deep water yet." The doc said to the rest of us. "He may do that periodically for awhile."
"Denny - You're coming back in the morning, and I'm gonna reset your nose."
"Oh. What do you have to do?"
"Well, basically I have to break it again to set it correctly."
"No SHIT!!??" He said, then "Oops! Sorry Mom! So -- is it going to hurt?"
"Probably no worse than the first time. Probably a lot less, actually -- because infection will be at a minimum."
"See you tomorrow, Doc."
I asked, "Will this be an outpatient procedure or will you be keeping Denny overnight?"
"Kind of a combination." Dr. Valentine said. "We actually have special rooms that the patient recovers from the surgery in, and we observe and monitor closely. He will probably be able to go home tomorrow afternoon. I'd say, about 4:30 -- or so."
"I'll be here!" I said.
"Well, if his temp is too high -- indicating more infection than it's safe to send him home with, we will of course keep him. But that's not likely."
We said our good-byes to the Miggs's. His mom said she would be at my place at 7:00 AM. I went to get my car, and was met at the entrance by an aide pushing Denny in a wheel chair. He looked right past me. When I pulled right in front of him and stopped, his eyes got big and round.
"SHIT! Is this YOU'RE car??" Well, I'm glad the doc forewarned us!
I grinned. The car was still new enough to me that I was pleased at his reaction. I got out and opened his door, and helped him in. I stowed his jacket behind the seats and ran and jumped in my side. I decided to put the top up. He was disappointed , but I was afraid of too much wind for him.
When we arrived home, he said, "This is where you live?" I felt like laughing and crying at the same time. I parked, helped him in the house, and when he got in the door, he looked around and said, "Nice place!" He didn't see my head shaking.
"Are you hungry?" I asked him.
"Not really." He said, as he yawned.
"Yeah, me too! It's been a long day." And then I yawned.
"Can we go to bed now?" Denny asked.
"You're mom's coming pretty early in the morning. So we better get you showered tonight."
"K. Why's mom coming over?" he asked.
"(sigh!) She's taking you to the hospital to get your nose reset."
"Oh yeah! The doc has to break it, huh?"
"Yeah! Let's hit the shower."
I helped him take his clothes off and we took our shower. I washed him first, then dried him off and he said he could get himself to bed. Then I showered and came to bed. He was facing the window, looking out over the shimmering pond. In the distance airplanes were jockeying in and out of their approach patterns to the airport. "I love to go to sleep watching that." I said.
He turned over and looked at me for the longest time. Finally he said, "Who are you?"
I almost panicked. Then he said, "Just kidding, Rob!" I was feeling angry, but I couldn't be mad at him. Then he added. But - - - why am I in your bed?"
He couldn't see my tears. I just moved up closer, gently pushed him back over and spooned him, holding him close. "Be cause I love you more than life itself. And," I paused for effect -- and hoped some recollection for him. "You love me!"
"I do! Don't ever let me forget it!" he pleaded, snuggling back into my body.
The doorbell woke us up. I knew it was Denny's mom. I threw on some of my tighty-whiteys and answered the door.
"Did you just wake up?" She said sweeping past me. Before I could answer, she stopped cold and swept over me with her eyes, stopping almost imperceptibly at my package. I blushed. "I'm glad you boys were able to sleep. I can see why anyone would find you attractive!" By now my ears and face were burning up!"
Denny was by this time standing in the doorway. "MOM! Do you have to do that?" He had forgotten something again. He was standing totally nude! "I SWEAR!" he exclaimed. "She hits on all my boyfriends!" I was nonplussed, and wanted to crawl in a hole. These people had it all over the Smiths!
"Denny -- your pants - -?" She said. He looked down.
"OH! SHIT! -- Sorry Mom!"
I looked at her and she said to Denny, "Well, get dressed." Then she checked out my package again! I don't think she meant to, because she then quickly turned and headed for the kitchen. "Can I fix you boys something for breakfast?"
"There are eggs and bacon in the fridge -- and --well, everything's pretty easy to find." I said as I closed the bedroom door."
"Well," I said, "at least you remembered I was your boyfriend!" And I gave him a hug. He squeezed my butt, and even wriggled a couple fingers between the cheeks! It was like a shot of lightening shot through me, and my dick jumped up even inside my tight briefs.
"OOO! I guess there's some life in that thing after all! My mom sure didn't get a rise out of you like that!"
"You're really full of it today, young man!" I said as I kissed his eagerly waiting mouth.
"What I WANT is to be full of YOU!" He said. The thought disgusted me -- while at the same time made my dick jump again, thumping Denny's tummy."
"Hee hee! I guess I know how to get a `RISE' out of you, huh. Robbie?!"
We ate a good breakfast. She somehow found the butter, bread -- for toast --and the juice -- and all the plates, etc., to eat and serve it with. I felt extremely left out as they went out the door. I watched them get in the car and then watched the car until it was out of sight. I went to work full of breakfast, but feeling strangely empty.
After work, I pulled up to the Hospital. Jim was waiting at the curb. He looked almost out of control. "We have been trying to find you!" He said. "Your dad doesn't know where you work!"
"I -- uh -- It's a new job -- and - " I looked at my cell phone -- dead! "Any -- wh -- what's wrong!?"
"Leave you car here! they'll take care of it -- follow me!"
On the way to the floor where the O.R. is, he explained that Denny had some kind of reaction to either the procedure -- or maybe the medication. "He had a cardiac arrest. They revived him, but he is in a coma now." I could hear the slow, beep-beep-beep-beep just before we stepped into the room. Then I heard,
Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
The doctor was crying, as were my mom and someone else I didn't recognize. Then the doctor pulled the sheet over his head.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooo!" I cried! I ran to him, threw the sheet aside and pounded on his chest. No response. I then shook his shoulders for everything I was worth! "Denny! Wake UP! DENNNNYYYY!"
"Rob! ROB! Don't! Your hurting me!" It was very hazy, as I opened my eyes in the dark room and stared down at my sweetheart, looking shaken, on our bed. I collapsed on the bed and just started to shake and sob violently. "It's okay, Robbie! It was a dream. It was a dream!"
"But -- but -- but -- it seemed so real." I looked at the clock. It was 3:33AM. "What day is it?"
"It's Thursday night. Mom is picking me up to take me to get my nose broke in 3 ½ hours!"
"Oh my GOD, my Sweet Denny!" I cried. "I was so sure you were -- you were -- Are you okay? I was trying to bring you back to life!" I started to cry again, wanting to hug him for all he was worth, but afraid of hurting him further.
"Let's get back to sleep." Denny said.
In the morning, Mrs. Miggs was there right on time. she had brought locks, bagels, cream cheese and Orange juice. We were ready before she got there. I didn't sleep the rest of the night. I woke Denny up at 6:15. By seven we were ready for Denny's mom.
We ate and I hugged them both good-bye. I made sure she had my work and cell number, then we went our separate ways.
After work I ran out to my car and broke every speed limit getting to the hospital. When I pulled up at 4:30 on the nose, there was my sweetie sitting in a wheel chair, smiling as he saw my Vette roll up in front of him. The nurse opened the door and his mom kissed him. "I'll see you in the morning, Honey." She said.
When we pulled out of the parking lot I asked, "When is she coming -- in the morning?"
"`Bout ten." He said. He saw my surprised look. "I convinced her that I would NOT wake up till then -- at the earliest." He looked over at me and grinned underneath his new bandages. I gave him a "what's up?" look. "I feel great! I hope you weren't planning to sleep very much tonight!"
"Hold on there, Cowboy! Put that lariat back on the horn! No strenuous stuff for now, please. After my dream last night, I don't think I could take much more excitement like that."
He stuck out his lower lip and pouted, "Aw -- geez! You're gonna be worse than My dad!"
"I hope so!" I quipped. "But then he wouldn't do this!" I reached over and grabbed the protruding bulge in his loose shorts. I did have the top up and the windows were darkened, so I fondled him some more, as he lay back as far as the seat would go. That left even more looseness in his shorts legs, so I slipped my hand up his shorts and the first thing I found was the loose skin of his ball sack. His breath sucked in. I glanced over and his head was back, and his mouth partly opened, his eyes closed.
He licked his lips and then moaned. I pulled over on the shoulder -- it was across from LAX, which I lived -- well, WE lived -- just over a mile from. I reclined my own seat and then leaned over and kissed him deeply. I was aware of someone approaching the car, so I sat back up and finished driving us home. He was asleep by the time I pulled into the garage. I closed the garage door and then reclined the seat once again.
I undid his fly and then thrust my hand down his boxers. There was the prize -- my prize, soft and pliable. As soon as my fingers touched it, another moan came from Denny's lips, and the soft flesh in my hand started to take form. I kissed him again. "God, I love you, Rob!" He said, sleepily.
"Yeah, but will you respect me in the morning?" I joked.
"According to Dr. Valentine, I may not even remember you in the morning!" He said. "But somehow, you have a way of reminding me who you are!" He smiled and flexed his now rock hard piece, forcing my fingers outward.
"You got one strong pee pee -- for such a wimpy guy!" I joked.
"When I get my strength back, I'll make you eat those words!" He threatened, thrusting his tongue up into my eagerly waiting mouth.
"Only the words?" I joked. Then I kissed him deep, and unlatched his door and pushed it open. I pushed him up and out, then climbed out and joined him on his side of the car. He put his arm up around my shoulder. I picked him up, and carried him into the house. I lay him on the couch, then went into the kitchen.
I got out some frozen burritos and put them into the microwave to thaw them. Then I got out the lettuce and shredded some. I cut up a tomato, then put the burritos in a fry pan. When they were fried up a golden brown, I put some salsa, grated cheese and the shredded lettuce and tomatoes on top of each burrito. I added some sour cream and then some more salsa.
I brought the two plates to the couch and we watched "So Graham Norton", laughed and ate dinner. After I put the dishes in the dishwasher, I came back and sat by him, as "Coupling" came on. We laughed some more, then he fell asleep on my chest. I carried him to the bed, undressed and got him situated under the covers. Then I climbed in and spooned behind him. I nuzzled the fine hair on the back of his neck. He giggled sleepily. And that was the last I knew before the radio came on, telling us it was morning.
I looked at the time in the clock radio: 6:15. Shoot! "Sorry, Sweetie," I said, "I forgot to reset it from yesterday."
"That's okay." He said. "I'm glad you don't have to go immediately."
"How's your nose feeling?" I asked.
"It's a little tender. OUCH! No -- it's a LOT tender!" He answered. Then, "Oh, that feels a LOT better. YEAHHhhhh! I like the feel of that!" I was gently stroking the hair between his upper legs.
"You like that, huh?" I grinned. Then I carefully kissed him. He flinched a little as our noses touched. "Oh! I'm so sorry!" I said.
"It's -- it's okay. I'll be glad when -- when -- I can -- damn! I am so horny! I want you in me so bad!"
"What?!" I exclaimed.
"Sorry, it just slipped out. I know you are not hot on anal stuff."
I didn't answer. I just kissed him again, then moved down to his nipples. I teased at them with my tongue, sucking and teasing each one as they grew erect and hard. I nosed my way down to his navel again. He was ticklish there, for sure, because he started to giggle. I hugged his torso, my face on his tummy, looking directly into the eye of his manhood. I watched in wonder as it opened up and watery white fluid started to slowly seep out.
I grabbed the shaft low, pulling it up and milking more out as I craned my neck down and slurped it into my mouth. It still tasted pretty bad, but I somehow loved it, as my lover was moaning and purring. I swished it around in my mouth, thinking, how dearly I loved the man it came from. The more I thought about it, the better it tasted.
I surrounded the head with my mouth and sucked it like a straw, then started a slow bobbing motion, while stroking under my mouth with one hand, and fondling his balls with the other. I could taste his steady flow oozing out into my mouth. I swallowed it and I was so turned on by this time, I was loving every taste and smell coming from this wonderful boy under me.
I stroked the fine hair under his balls and he moaned appreciatively. I felt my finger graze the bunched up tissue at the opening of his anus. I pulled back quickly, then told myself that this was part of the man I loved. I wet my finger with some of the slippery mixture that was accumulating in my mouth, and started to massage the outside of his anus. I was still intermittently stroking his throbbing shaft with my mouth. I was completely new to this, so as I "thought" about one thing, I would forget to do another. He was patient with me.
As I continued to rub his anus, adding emulsion from my mouth as necessary, it began to soften. I pushed gently inward and my finger slipped inside. It met with some resistance, so I pulled it out again and added all the mixture of juices that were in my mouth, to my hand, then slipped my middle finger back in. It slid easily in as far as it would go. I felt around for his prostate. I thought I found it. A grunt and a loud, "Oh YESSS!" told me I hit the jackpot.
I had forgotten to keep stroking with my mouth. So I started that up again, all the time massaging his prostate. He was rubbing my head and ears all the while, but when I started to do these things together, he grabbed my head more firmly and pushed it more forcefully down on his shaft. I thought, "Man, there's too much to remember all at once!" He started to moan louder and breathe a lot faster. As he grew closer to climax, he began gasping and bucking his hips. His dick was going deeper into my mouth, almost touching the back of my throat.
Then he lost all control! He grabbed my head and forced himself as deep as he would go, jamming my head down into his crotch, with a fury I didn't suppose he could have in his condition. He cried out, as the first hot spurt of juice filled my throat. He started yelling in sync with his thrusting, and as the thrusting subsided, and the erupting slowed down, so did his screams turn to moans.
When it was all over, I couldn't remember even tasting his cum as it was happening. I lay there, my head on his tummy, staring at his softening manhood. It glistened from the mixture of saliva and cum that was still on it. My finger was still buried deep in his anus. I slowly pulled it out, evoking another small moan from him. I looked at my finger. I was afraid of what I might see. No brown! I brought it up to my nose. A slight smell of ass. It definitely smelled like crap, but it was faint and again, my love for Denny, turned it into something I started that night to love.
I let my hand rest between my legs. There was something wet there on the sheet. I felt around. I don't even remember cumming! But obviously I did! I was so engrossed by my desire to show my love for Denny, I didn't even care about whether I came or not! But I had!
I looked up and Denny's face was slack, his mouth open and his tongue was hanging out. His breathing was almost back to normal.
"You okay?" I asked. I watched and there was absolutely no change in his expression. "Denny?"
"O, Robbie!" He whispered. "I have never -- I mean -- really -- I - " He just started weeping like a baby.
"What's wrong, baby?" I cried. "Did I go too far? I'm sorry -- I've never -- will I ever seem to get this stuff right!"
He was now stroking my head almost wildly. "NOOooo! It's not that. I was just -- so -- overwhelmed by this feeling of love for you! I couldn't seem to -- express it -- any other way!"
I climbed back up so our faces were even and laid on my back. "I -- I don't want to hurt you, Denny. You position yourself however you want -- so it's comfortable -- as long as it's ON me!"
He climbed completely on top of me, kissed me deeply. "MMmmm, tastes pretty good!" But you gotta do something about that breath! It smells like pure sex! I started to squirm -- to get out from under him. "NO! Just kidding! I love it!" He said. He again kissed me deeply, running his tongue around the inside of my mouth. Then he moved a little lower, resting his head on my chest.
It was still pretty dark in the room, with my room darkening shades, but I could vaguely see the ceiling. My own breathing was getting slower and slower. I was very aware as his heart beat slower and slower. I suddenly was in the air. I was flying. Denny was right beside me, as we soared through the air like super-heroes. He looked over at me and grinned. I took hold of his hand. He pulled me into a flying embrace. We were flying naked! As we embraced, we tumbled over and over, the wind whipping up our hair and the feeling of falling was something indescribably wonderful -- as if we were so high that we could free fall forever and never hit bottom.
I woke up to the second alarm. I had a half hour to get to work. I looked over and Denny was again by my side. He was asleep and looked like he was somewhere the other side of heaven. I slipped out of bed and had a quick shower. I tasted the sour leftovers of our love, and loved it. I reluctantly brushed my teeth, so I would not give myself away at work. He was right -- it smelled strongly of sex.
I quietly left the room, looking back at my sleeping angel, feeling such a powerful surge of love, as I had never before felt.
Notes: Dang -- I want to find someone to love now! Count yourself lucky if you have someone! Comments are welcome, to Steve at s4d@hotmail.com. Please put "rob" in the subject line, so I don't delete it. Thanks, and love, Steve
Bottom line: Love will Rule in the end.