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It was not something we had talked about extensively, but Mike was more at my house than anywhere else. The very few times he was at his place was to work on his laptop. I told hime I had optic fiber connection and Wi-Fi and that he could bring his laptop. He also started to bring over some clothes. It was not really necessary as we had the same sizes in trousers, shirts and shoes. Neither he, nor I, saw the need to ask any permission to do so. In fact I was happy to see that he was moving in with me little by little. Just as his apartment was his, my house was mine and our mortgages were completely paid. He went on paying electricity and water and so on at his place as I paid mine. The financial arrangements he had with Darren were none of my business. The only thing we did was split the supermarket bills.
With time, we entered a certain routine. You know what they say about routine, don't you? It is something very dangerous and can destroy any good functioning relationship. We tried to avoid that routine at all costs. Mike could arrive home with tickets for a theatre play, or I could surprise him with an unexpected dinner invitation in a nice restaurant. I even started to drag him with me to go swimming or going to a SPA for a complete relaxation with full body massage. But we never planned those things. They were every time an impulse of the moment.
From time to time we also did some city-trips to places we didn't know, discovering other surroundings and breathing other air. These short trips were always for 2 or 3 days, nothing more. We wanted to expand our horizons and visit other places, but as I was always quite busy and Mike most of the time as well, it was a bit more complicated to organize a real holiday.
We also loved to entertain friends at home. Mike and I would then be quite busy in the kitchen to have great dinners ready to be served. I was more in charge of the kitchen, but Mike had the art to dress a table better than in a 5stars restaurant. He had an impressive collection of tablecloths with matching napkins and candles. He was a real artist when he created beautiful centerpieces for the dinning table. We enjoyed all the visits we had, being them announced or not.
But, I am running ahead of our story. The unannounced visits we had, were mostly of Laura or Darren and about two weeks after our dinner party at Laura's, the doorbell rang around 8pm. We didn't expect anybody and Mike went to open the door. We had the happy surprise visit of Darren, but he was not alone. He came in, holding hands with Markus. It was beautiful to see. We were all crossing our fingers that it would happen and it did! Of course, this was only the beginning but we had good hope it would become something more permanent. Darren was beaming and Markus couldn't get his eyes off of him. If it wasn't for their age, I would have said it was a wonderful teenage puppy-love. They told us that while we were at Laura's, washing the dishes they had their first tentative kiss and exchanged phone numbers. Since then they had been in contact every day. Sometimes it was a bit difficult with their work schedules. Darren working as a receptionist in a hotel had hectic hours and were almost never the same two days in a row. For Markus it was a little easier working as an accountant in a supermarket and had a regular 9 to 5 job, but living in another town wasn't making it easy for them to meet as much as they would have liked. They were working on it. The supermarket Markus was working for, was part of a chain of shops and he had already looked if there was a possibility to have a transfer here. For Darren it was a lot more difficult as the hotel was one of a kind and family run.
Darren loved his job and was not keen to abandon it. Ok, the working hours were hectic, but apart form that he loved the contact he had with the clients. A lot of them were repeaters and loved to find Darren at the desk as he knew what they were expecting from the hotel. Markus was more confined to his office and didn't see that many people although the supermarket was almost always full of them. For them it was a question now to be patient and see if Markus could get the transfer he wanted. Darren was looking at Mike.
-I wondered if you would have any objection, if Markus receives his transfer, that he comes and live with me at the apartment?
-Darren, Mike said, I don't see why I would have any objection. As you know, I am more here in this house than at my own place. I was even worried you would be alone so much. I would be happy if you two can find it together and build up a life together. I am sure Markus will be able to give you what I was not capable of. So, you have my approval and my blessing, but you didn't have to ask it in the first place. Even if I was a lot more at the apartment, I would still had said yes. We are best friends Darren and friends only want the best for each other.
Even though Darren had a bright smile on is face, a single tear rolled down his cheek and Markus wiped it away with his thumb, very carefully, showing us he cared already so much for Darren.
-Does Laura already knows about this?
-Yes, we went to see her before coming to see you guys. She suggested we would come and announce it to you in person. She looked genuinely happy for us.
-She should! She is the one behind your meeting. Her instinct is going strong, as always.
-Yes, said Markus, but the only thing is that she finds ways to make other people happy but as you know, she stays alone and that is worrying me a bit. We all know she is a very independent woman, but even the most independent people need someone to love. I have never known her to date anyone. Have you?
-No, I answered, I have never seen or heard anybody of importance to her. I even asked her several times, but she always said that her happiness comes from seeing happy people around her. I know she has a lot of friends and she is never really alone, but as you say, there is not that one special person in her life for as far that I know of. She is such a good matchmaker that she forgets herself! Being the matchmaker that she is, I am sure that when she will find her second half, she won't let him go.
The conversation made me think about her. She was always available for everyone and I didn't remember her refusing any invitation at all. She was the person most of us turned to when there was a problem or a doubt and she would always analyze the situation and give advise to the best of her abilities. But who was there to help her when she needed it? It was true that she never asked for any help, but that didn't mean she didn't need any. Laura was the kind of woman who would think that others had enough problems of their own as to not impose on them. Maybe she was seeing someone, but she wouldn't talk about it. As we were moving more in the gay-world, the chances of meeting someone for her were seriously reduced, but I promised myself to keep an eye open for her.
Darren and Mike left us in the living room to go to the kitchen. I guessed Darren wanted to talk about the arrangements they had at the apartment and to see if they had to adapt a few things if Markus was going to move-in with him. Knowing Mike and seeing how much he cared about Darren, I didn't think he would charge them anything more because they were two instead of one. Anyway, it was none of my business. Meanwhile I was with Markus and he talked non-stop about this new relationship he had with Darren. That guy was madly in love with Darren, there was no doubt about that at all. It was not only that he loved him, he adored him. He expressed himself in a very similar way as Mike did, explaining me that in the very short time he was with Darren, he had found an inner peace, happy to be with who he was and actually not wanting anything more. I was so glad for them because I knew Darren had very similar feelings. I could just read it on his face.
Love is something magical. The more love you give, the more love you receive. It is not because you give your love that you have less of it, on the contrary. Love and smiles are identical in that aspect. You can give it freely without ever being without it. Loving someone and being loved by that person, gives a new dimension to your life, a new meaning. Some people think that being in a relationship, takes your freedom away. I think that being in a committed and meaningful relationships broadens your freedom. It allows you to express whatever there is in your heart, without being judged or condemned. If your partner in life condemns you, he is not in love with you. It is not a question of: "I love you if..." Love is unconditional and if it is conditional, it is not love. It is not even friendship as that feeling is unconditional as well.
Anyway... Once Darren and Markus had left, Mike came back to the living room and dropped his gorgeous body next to me, taking my hand in his and kissing it softly.
-I am so happy for Darren ... and for Markus as well of course. It seems to be that they found each other and I have a very good feeling that they will do whatever it takes to make their relationship a success. A single look at their faces and you know they are in love with each other. Knowing how romantic Darren is, I wouldn't be surprised that he asks the divorce in a very short while, because he will want to marry Markus. I can see them organizing a wonderful wedding party.
-Maybe we could make it a double wedding then...
-Would you like that? You know that I don't need a paper to love you...
-I know you don't and you prove it to me every single day since we are together. It's just that it would be a nice celebration and as Darren's friends are our friends... it wouldn't be so hard financially on him as we would split the costs. But you are right, we don't need that paper.
-Wait a minute... You mean you would do it, partly to help them to pay for the wedding?
-Well... you know that as a receptionist and an accountant in a supermarket, their incomes are probably not really high and a wedding is not really cheap when you think about it. It would be a nice way to help them without being too obvious.
-You are a wonderful man. You know that, don't you? I hadn't thought about that this way and it would be a nice gesture. We are not that far yet my love, but we will surely think about it when the moment is there. I'd love it to be husbands because we love each other and not out of necessity like it was with Darren.
Mike bent over and kissed me softly on my lips and as usual, I answered his kiss that became more passionate. Mike stood up and began switching off the lights, making me understand it was time for us to move to the bedroom. Once there, he lit a few candles and that was the best indication for me that he was in for some serious lovemaking. I undressed as quickly as I could and jumped on the bed, laying on my back with my legs wide apart. When Mike saw me like that, he started to undress as well, but teasingly slow, almost like a striptease, showing me parts of his body one by one. As each piece of clothing came off, I got more and more excited and even if he had not touched me yet, I started to produce quite some precum. I stroke my cock slowly and that prompted him to undress a little faster. He got on the bed by its end, meeting my feet first. He had never been a big fan of feet, but tonight he started by sucking my toes. It can seem insignificant, but it is a very erotic feeling and the perfect way to wake up all the nerve endings of the body. He sucked them one by one, pushing his tongue between them and softly tickling my feet by licking their sole. Up till then I had never imagined my feet being so sensitive and directly connected to my sexual desires. I could feel my cock getting harder and my balls getting close to my body with my scrotum shrinking as if it was on ice.
Mike came up so slowly, licking my feet and my ankles, leaving a trail of spit till he reached my knees. He opened my legs wide licking, kissing and softly biting my inner thighs till he reached my balls. He took them in his mouth before going down on my other thigh giving it the same treatment. Coming up again he took once again my shaved balls in his mouth, making them roll in their sack and twirling his tongue around them, while his hands caressed my legs. He was driving me crazy. I was wriggling under his ministrations and thought I was going to shoot my load there and then, but I knew there was more to come and tried to control myself by grasping the sheets till my knuckles were white.
When Mike finally touched my cock for the first time, he did it with open mouth, engulfing my manhood till it was in his throat. HIs moist warmth made me wriggle even more and I grabbed his head to push it down even more. I could feel his throat muscles move on my cock-head. It seemed he didn't swallow my precum as he left a glistening trail from my cock to my chin and even had enough to share with me in a passionate kiss. I wanted to return the favors he had given me and flipped him over so that he was on his back. I first kissed his entire face before going down passing by his tender neck on my way to his nipples that I pinched softly first, but a little harder when I felt he could take it. After giving both his nipples a serious spit bath, I travelled south, licking out his navel. I was not as patient as Mike and I just needed to feel his cock in my mouth and lick it like a lollipop, sucking on it and collect his precum that I swallowed with gusto, while playing with his balls. I pulled on them alternating softness and harder pulls. Mike was screaming out loud. I knew he liked that and I was determined to give him as much pleasure as I could. I munched on his taint and separated his legs as wide as possible, lifting them slowly till his puckered hole was visible. I couldn't resist and dove in, French kissing his hole. It was his turn to grab the sheets to maintain a semblance of control.
Mike had his ass-muscles under control and I could feel them relax. I pushed in one finger and glided in too easily. I introduced another in and then even three, moving them around inside of him, touching and massaging his prostate. Even with his ragged breathing he made me understand, begging me to put my cock in him. I wanted to tease him and make him wait, but I couldn't. I pointed my cock-head at his entrance, mixing my precum with the spit I had left and slowly began to push. I entered him like a hot knife in butter till my pubes were against his ass-cheeks. I stayed there for a moment, letting him get used to my invasion and enjoying the heat of his insides. It was not easy to stay still like that and my hips had a mind of their own, starting to withdraw till just my cock-head was gripped by his muscles to avoid me getting out completely. With a small pull I got out anyway and pushed again in one thrust till I couldn't get any further. I repeated that action several times, pulling out and pushing back in. I looked down and saw that Mike's cock-head was purple by its hardness and leaking precum as to form a little pool in his navel.
I pushed in again and started a slow in and out movement, long, slow and deep strokes, but increasing the speed almost involuntarily till I was almost getting cramps in my hips. Mike used his ass-muscles trying to follow the rhythm of my hips and I couldn't control myself anymore. I could feel my balls retracting into my nether regions and knew I was going to deposit a huge load in my lover. He must have felt it, too, as I suddenly felt the stronger spasms in his cock telling me he was ejaculating between our bellies. That, of course, sent me over the edge and began to empty my fluids into him. After our last spurts, I just collapsed on him while he wrapped his arms around my neck and his legs around my waist. Mike hated it if I left his ass immediately. He wanted me to stay in till it deflated and slipped out by itself. I obliged and even gave him a few small thrusts as to be sure he had till the last drop of semen in him.
It took us time to come back to normal breathing and heartbeat. We were both exhausted but oh so happy. We had once more expressed physically what we felt in our hearts. I reluctantly got out of bed to get a wet towel from the bathroom to clean my lover and myself. Mind you, I loved drinking his cum and he loved to lick it off me, but after a simultaneous climax it was different. I snuggled up to my lover and we kissed till we fell asleep without even realizing it.
A few weeks later, Mike started to complain about throat-aches. We both hate taking pills or any other medicine and if we go to the doctor it is really because we realize there is no other way. When the pain didn't go away with hot tea and honey, it was time to make an appointment. I went with him as moral support, but also because he started to have problems talking. The doctor examined him thoroughly and even went in his throat with a tube with a camera on it. He warned Mike that his gag-reflex could kick in. If that good doctor had known how much of my cock went in Mike's throat, he wouldn't have worried about any gag-reflex. I could follow the examination on a monitor next to the examination table. The doctor pointed to a few things and explained what we could see. The result was that Mike had a serious infection in his throat but also some small nodules on his vocal cords. He had to extract small pieces of the nodules to examine them more in depth and be sure the nodules were benign. He would prescribe antibiotics , anti-inflammatories and send the extracts to a laboratory to be examined. He assured that the pain would go within a day or two, but insisted to not abandon the treatment till he said so. We were to go back to see him in a week time. Meanwhile, the doctor told Mike that he could not use his voice in any way at all. For at least a month, Mike would have to use pen and paper if he had anything to say. On the way home, we stopped at the pharmacy for the medication and in a stationary store for a pad.
The first week it was really strange to have Mike sitting next to me, not able to speak. He had used the pen and paper a few days, but realized it was a lot quicker to use his iPad or even if his iPhone to write messages. The doctor had not need a lot of explanation to know we were a couple and had advised against any oral sex. Anyway, with the pain during the first days and the medication, Mike was not really up to have sex. We kissed a lot and cuddled a lot and that was, for us, an equal form of making love.
Mike had sent messages and e-mails to the people he was professionally connected with, explaining his problem of not being able to talk and asked them to use Whatsapp or Telegram, and even e-mail to communicate. I had no clue whatsoever that he had so many calls as now there was a beep each time a message came in. I was jealous to see at which speed he wrote his messages on his iPhone. I was still typing on mine with one finger!
When the next week we were sitting in the doctor's office again, he had good news for Mike. The analysis showed the nodules were benign and that he was not to be afraid of the ugly "C" disease (=cancer), but that under no circumstances he could stop the medication. Mike had to lay down on the examination table again and the tube with camera went in again. Even though I am no doctor I could see when the doctor pointed out that the infection was already receding. We, once again, received an appointment for the following week.
Despite Mike's throat problems, life went on almost normally. I went on writing for the magazines, respecting their deadlines. Mike had reduced his activities a little as most of them were done by phone and confirmed by e-mail. I heard quite a lot of his conversations previous to his problem and now he made me read some of the messages, but I still didn't have a clue about what he was doing. When one day he came into the kitchen with a big smile and with his fist in the air, pulling it down several times, I guessed he was happy about something. He wrote on his iPhone.
"The big deal I was working on is a sealed deal !!!"
I didn't know what he was talking about but was nonetheless happy for him, took him in my arms and kissed him softly on the lips. He typed again on his iPhone.
"I know you don't know what it is all about, just know I have a commission on a million dollar deal!"
Wow! That sounded good although I didn't know what kind of commission he would have, but even if it was only 1% it would be a nice 10.000 more in his bank account.
"So that you don't worry, it is all about stock market, all legal stuff!"
-I didn't think you were doing something illegal Mike, but I never knew what it was that you do exactly.
"Just as I don't know who you are writing for"
He was right. We were both busy on our computers, trusting that the other was doing what he had to do, without questioning each other. It was then that we realized that our mutual trust was complete. We didn't keep our activities secret, we just trusted each other enough to know everything was as it should be. We loved, respected and trusted each other. It just confirmed that the foundations we had laid from the beginning, were solid.
It was during that period of forced silence that Mike and I developed a way of communication that wasn't really common. We had already reached the point, early in our relationship, where we finished each others sentences. It was not really extraordinary and we knew quite some couples who did that. We discovered that the communication of the eyes was important to us. I wouldn't call it telepathy, but it was sure something similar. It was not a question of sending and receiving thoughts, no, it was more a kind of silent communication when we looked intently in each other's eyes. We understood each other just by looking intensely to each other. As Mike was not allowed to speak, he would look at me and I would then say out loud what I thought he wanted me to understand. At the start it was just a game. Bit by bit the game became a more serious matter when we discovered that about half the time I understood him and with the days passing by that ratio increased. As it increased we tried it more and more.
In the beginning of that silent talking, we did it only when we were alone. Once the right guesses reached almost a hundred percent, we tried it when we were in conversation with other people. First with Darren and Markus who didn't realize what was going on. With Laura it was different as she soon realized what was happening. She is a clever woman. She started to ask about it and I told her. She wasn't surprised at all and even said she thought it would have happened earlier. She had felt that our connection was really strong. We even tried to see if it worked with her, but it didn't at all. It was really something between Mike and I, nobody else.
We exercised this new way of communication every day and even included it in our daily routines and very quickly we reached the hundred percent hits. That was getting a positive side of a negative situation. I had always thought that nothing happened just like that. Everything that happens in life has a purpose and I was convinced that the nodules on Mike's vocal cords had come to oblige us to understand each other even better.
Just before we had our fourth appointment with the doctor and that we hoped he would allow Mike to use his voice again, Laura stormed in early one day. We had never seen her so excited. She asked us if she could use one of our computers to show us something she came across the night before. She typed furiously on the keyboard till a webpage appeared on the screen. At first we had to laugh as the images on that site were showing what could be described as a giant rock in the middle of nowhere. That rock looked like a giant penis with two rocks at its base. You didn't even have to have a twisted mind to see it. The rest of the vegetation around the rock and the balls really looked like pubic hair. We teased her a bit about what seemed a lack of sex and her looking on the internet to find a substitute. She laughed with us, but insisted strongly that we would read the texts on that page.
The place was called "Snowway" and we could read it was actually not that far from where we lived. I didn't know why, but wrote down the coordinates of the place. One of the first particularities of that place was that you couldn't reach it by car. The closest you could get was about ten miles and then you had to walk to the location of the rock. There were no nicely made paths or anything. You needed a compass and knowing how to use it. I remembered my time I had been with the boy-scouts and using a compass is like riding a bike: once you know it, you never forget it. We kept on reading and got captivated by the website. Laura said she had things to do and left us with this intriguing page. We read on.
There was no geological or natural explanation, if you had to believe the person who had made the webpage, as to how that rock came there. It was also almost impossible that humans had put it there. In the wake of its discovery, some scientists evaluated its total weight over several tons. How it got there was a mystery and it had not really importance to us. Reading on, the author pretended that the rock radiated a special kind of energy. The words that were used were "cure", "excitement", "aphrodisiac" and so on. The guy who had written all this was careful by saying that not everybody could or would feel the vibes coming from Snowway. He pretended that you had to have a very receptive mind and even "special powers" to feel the effects of that giant rock. He specified that if you could feel it, you could consider yourself as a "gifted" person, but he didn't explain what kind of gift you had.
The other strange thing he was describing was the existence of a small river about half a mile south from the rock that, despite a polluted area, had the clearest and purest water you could find miles around. He pretended that he had drunk the water of the river and immediately felt like new. The site had surely piqued our attention and interest.
We had more thing to do and Mike did the necessary to keep the site in his favorites on his browser. When about an hour later we wanted to open the page again, strangely enough we couldn't. We constantly received a 404 message from the browser that what we were looking for, was not available or didn't exist. Mike didn't understand as he had put the site in his favorites. He did a search with the only information we remembered but there were no results. We even did a search with the coordinates I had written down but there was no mention of the rock at all. I called Laura to know how she had reached the page and followed her instructions but didn't get any further. It was like the webpage had vanished. She confirmed she couldn't open the webpage again. Now we were REALLY intrigued. We tried again in the evening but there was no improvement at all.
The next morning we were drawn to the computer to try once again, but had no positive result either. I looked at Mike. He just nodded. We dressed and put on our best walking boots. We took a little backpack, prepared some sandwiches and took some bottles of water and were on the road in no time. I had put the put the coordinates of the place in the GPS of the car. About ten miles from where the GPS would say that we reached our destination, there were no more roads to get closer. The webpage we had seen had mentioned there were no roads close to the rock. The only thing we could see on the GPS-map was the river we read about. I made some precise calculations to know which directions to follow with the compass. We parked the car and started our hike towards the place that the rock was supposed to be.
The sky was as blue as you can have it and the sun was giving us its warmth. A cool breeze avoided us to be sweating profusely and we walked, most of the time hand in hand. After about a three hours walk, we sat down to rest a bit and to drink some water. Mike had an idea of a genius, introducing the coordinates we had in his iPhone. If we could believe the map that appeared on the screen, we had to be very close to where we were supposed to be. We were literally in the middle of nowhere, but it was so peaceful and silent around us. In that incredible silence we heard the sound of running water. The river! We found it nearby and indeed, the water was crystal clear. If our memory was correct, that river was south of the rock and so we had to go north to find it. The only thing was that north we could only see what looked like a dense forest. Despite that we couldn't see anything, we followed the compass and headed north. The majestic trees that surrounded us were absolutely beautiful and we were submerged in a sensation of peace we had seldom experienced. In front of us, between the trees we could see there was a clearing, and it seemed to be huge and suddenly we could see the giant rock in front of us.
We were impressed. It was as if that rock was imposing respect. We stood still, admiring it. We didn't know what to do. Normally seen we would walk towards it but it was like we were glued to the ground. I felt intimidated and took Mike's hand to find some strength and felt and heard an electric spark going from me to him or vice versa. It was difficult to say. Nonetheless, once our hands and fingers were entwined, we felt like we could move again and we approached the rock slowly, making no noise whatsoever as to not disturb the peace of the place. The closer we got to Snowway, the more we felt attracted to it like iron to a magnet, till we could actually touch it.
That simple touch was just magical. What I felt was very difficult to describe and I didn't have to ask Mike. He felt the same and wasn't able to describe it either. The more we touched the stone, the more our hands were more caressing it than just touch it. We had never experienced such a feeling of peace, but as well of strength. Our bodies were filled with so much positive energy that we had trouble believing what went through us. I didn't know why but I pressed my whole body, chest first, against the rock. I could feel my peaceful heartbeat and even heard my blood running in my veins. I turned around and pressed my back to the stone, but it still didn't feel enough. I couldn't resist and undressed as quickly as I could and pressed my naked body to the rock. The sensations were amplified by thousand. I looked at Mike and he understood immediately that he had to follow my lead. He pressed his body to mine and I was transmitting the energy I received from the rock to him. We were both hard in seconds. Hadn't I read the word "aphrodisiac" on that page that mysteriously disappeared? We kissed.
WOW! That kiss was far beyond everything we had ever lived. It was passionate, electrifying, nerve wrecking, toe curling and full of love. God knows we already had very intense kisses but that was really something else. It was not only lips sealed together and tongues dancing in each tother's mouths. It was the perfect union of our souls, a communion of our love, a pure sharing of mutual feelings. We had gone to heaven and certainly didn't want to come back to earth. Our chests were pressed together and we could feel our hearts beating in perfect unison. We shared our breathing and our heads were spinning from pure ecstasy. I had my arms wrapped around Mike's neck and when he put his hands on the rock, a new flow of energy travelled through our bodies. We were one.
Mike broke our kiss for an instant and looked in my eyes. Yes, he was right, it was a mind-blowing kiss like we never had before. It was as if we were sealing a deal to be together for the rest of our lives and we were convinced it would be like that. The rock felt really warm against my back and combined perfectly with the warmth of the sun. The sky seemed to be a more intense blue. Mike turned around and pressed his back against my chest and pulled his arms backwards as to be able to maintain the contact with the rock. I wrapped my arms around his chest, squeezing him into me. My steel-hard cock found its way between Mike's buttocks without any help of my hands, and pushed itself against Mike's puckered hole. When he felt it, he pushed backwards and I entered him so easily although I didn't coat his ass with spit. It was a wonderful and painless penetration. Once I was completely in him, he didn't move and neither did I. We were so connected and forming one entity. There was nothing that could separate us. We were just standing there, without moving, receiving a totally new energy. I had my right hand on Mike's heart and my left on his cock. I didn't even stroke him and suddenly, simultaneously we orgasmed and our fluids came out of our cocks with an uncommon strength.
Mike turned me around and made me hug the rock. My left hand was still full of his seed and I caressed the rock with it. Our manhoods didn't deflate an inch. Mike entered me with the same ease I had entered him. He mimicked how I had been holding him, entering me slowly and keeping a hand on my heart and the other one on my cock. Once again, without moving, we reached our second orgasm. Just like I had done, Mike collected my seed in his hand and then caressed the rock with it. Both our seeds were glistening on the surface of the stone. I turned around once more and we kissed again, more softly but still very passionate.
As we saw that the sun was starting to go down, we dressed and had to leave, although we didn't want to. That rock had us completely under its spell. We wanted to stay in this magical clearing in the forest, next to that very special rock. As we walked away we often turned around and looked at that rock. We had the feeling we had received a very special message of eternal love. When we reached the river, we emptied the bottles we had of what was remaining in them and filled them with the crystal clear water running at our feet. We also cupped some water in our hands and drank it. Mike drank a lot more than me and before swallowing the water he rinsed his mouth more than once.
When we reached the car, it was already dark. On the way back to the house, we didn't say anything. What had happened to us next to Snowway was far too special and we wanted to let it get to each and every corner of our bodies, hearts and minds! The day had truly been magical and certainly unexpected. We just knew we would be back there as often as we could. Mike was at the wheel of the car and cautiously registered the road that lead us to the best parking spot when we would come back.
Once at home, we transferred the water form the river from the plastic bottles to glass bottles. It seemed an aberration to us to keep it in plastic. We didn't shower before going to bed as if we were afraid we would wash off what the rock had given us. We just cuddled in bed and gently kissed each other goodnight, wrapped in each other's arms.
To be continued...
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