Date: Fri, 17 Apr 2009 08:32:20 -0700 From: StoryDad Subject: Love on the Net (part 7) ============================= Love on the Net ============================ Copyright: 2009; All rights reserved. Comments: Email can be sent to StoryDad@gmail.com Flames, hate mail, and similar things will be ignored. ========================================================================== Dedicated to a beautiful loving boy whose man doesn't appreciate what he has and is unknowningly throwing away. ========================================================================== CHAPTER 7 ========================================================================== The morning dawned all too early for both of us. We had only gone to sleep a few scant hours earlier. Since it was to be our only night together we had wanted to spend as much of it as possible awake and creating beautiful memories for each other. But sleep had finally overtaken us. I woke quickly when the alarm next to me sounded. I reached over to the nightstand and turned it off trying to not disturb Ricky who snuggled back against me trying to maintain contact as I moved. I turned and looked at the sleeping angel laying next to me and ran my fingers gently through his now tangled hair. What had I done to be so lucky? To have found such a wonderful boy online and then moreover to have had fate allow us to actually meet in person. Despite only a few hours of sleep I felt refreshed and deeply happy inside. I also knew that the reason for my happiness was asleep cuddled against my side. Ricky had one leg thrown over me and I could feel my boy's morning hardness pressing against me and I marvelled at the recuperative powers of youth. I had thought that Ricky's seemingly endless desire had been completed satiated the previous night but it was clear that he had become reinvigorated while we slept. I let my hand travel down under the blankets and ran my fingers over that most incredible part of my boy knowing that it would be the last time that I would ever be able to touch him like this. The last time that I would ever be able to feel his hardness pressed against me. The end was wet, so was my skin where it was touching me, and I felt honoured once again that Ricky had leaked onto me. Instinctively marking me as his man, his property. I ran the tip of my finger through the wetness and then brought it to my lips. I had sampled my boy's most private inner self the previous night but as I touched my finger to my tongue I once again knew that for however long I might have left to live I wou "We must get up now my love," I said softly. "You have to go back home and to school. I have to go to the conference." Ricky stretched his arms and legs, yawned, and snuggled against me one last time. My boy slid his hands over me and then grasped me making me moan with appreciation. As he gently explored me with his fingers I ran my hand over his smooth skin one last time. Ricky opened his eyes and looked at me. "I wish I could wake up and see you beside me every morning, feel you laying against me," said Ricky dreamily. "That would be such a wonderful way to start the day." "I'm grateful that I got to wake up next to you at least once," I said. "It's been a dream come true to be with you Ricky. It's never been as good as it's been with you. I never imagined that we could be together but somehow I felt if it ever did happen it would have to be like this." After one final beautiful moment together Ricky let go of me and reached for the light on the nightstand on his side of the bed and turned it on. He lifted the blankets and slipped out from underneath their warmth and stood up. He then stretched his arms and legs wide to limber up his muscles from sleep but I knew he was also doing it as much for my viewing pleasure as for practical reasons. I loved looking at Ricky, he was without question a vision for my eyes. My boy might not have made the cover of a magazine, but to me he was perfection itself. "You go ahead first," said Ricky after lingering for a moment and allowing me to enjoy looking at him. "I don't have to worry about shaving so it won't take me as long to get ready." I slid out of the bed also and walked around to where Ricky was standing and held my boy against me one last time. Skin to skin and boy to man. Knowing that it was the last time I would ever get to feel my boy touching me hurt but I knew I had to get ready for the day ahead of me. I ran my hands down Ricky's back and over the curve of his glorious backside. So soft and yet so firm all at the same time. I let go of Ricky and quickly turned away and walked to the bathroom. I knew that if I delayed any longer or looked back at him I would be lost and not be able to go through with what we both knew had to be done. I closed the bathroom door and busied myself with shaving and showering. Anything to get my mind off of the turmoil that was now going on inside me. I had found the love of my life. Against the improbable odds of the universe I had found him and now I had to let him go. I got out of the shower and began to dry myself off and moments later found myself leaning against the wall with my head buried in the towel and tears coming to my eyes. It was not fair. His man was planning to use Ricky to satisfy his base desires for lust and power. He planned to exhibit Ricky to a friend as an object for entertainment. To be used and then eventually tossed aside when their lust had subsided. I found myself getting angry with this man that I had never met. To be fortunate enough to be blessed with a boy such as Ricky and then for this man to nevertheless find such a prize insufficient was something I could not comprehend. I shook myself out of my anguished torment and stood up. My boy needed me to be strong now. I was only going to be going home. Ricky was going to be facing much greater fears and I knew that I could not let him see me falter. He needed to gain strength from me and not find new reasons for worry. I splashed water over my face and dried it. I dressed. I looked in the mirror, took a deep breath, and squared my shoulders. I came out of the bathroom and found that Ricky had tidied the room while I had been cleaning up and had slipped on his underwear. I could sense that my boy was not happy either but he was putting on a strong exterior in the face of what we both knew must happen shortly. I also knew that if either of us hesitated now neither of us would be able to make it through what we needed to do, what we had to do. Ricky went into the bathroom silently and closed the door behind him. I sat on a chair and waited. It was the longest and most painful wait in my life. Twenty minutes later Ricky emerged from the bathroom, washed, combed, and dressed. When we had woken up my sweet boy with the tangled hair had looked like an angel without a care in the world. Ricky's face now was drawn and white as a sheet. The time we had both dreaded and had avoided thinking about had finally arrived. "I think I'd better go now," said Ricky huskily. "It's going to take a couple of hours to get back so I can be at school on time." "Do you need any money for trains or taxis or whatever?" I asked. "No," said Ricky. "I know you mean well. But it would feel too much like him saying that I'd get paid." "You're right of course," I said quickly. "I hope you know that's not what I was suggesting. Money can't buy what we have between us or what we had together last night." "No it can't," said Ricky shakily and I knew that he was on the verge of loosing his control. "There are some things in life that are beyond money." "We can talk on the phone if you like in the evenings or I also brought my laptop with me and we can still connect that way if you want while I'm here," I said quickly walking towards Ricky and pulling him against me for a final hug. I could feel my boy shaking, desperately trying to hold himself together. I was starting to loose control myself and had to swallow hard. I took a step back and placed my hand over Ricky's heart. "Always remember my love," I began. "No one can take from you what you do not give them. And no one can make you into something that you aren't without your permission. They might be able to do things to you physically but they cannot change what is inside you. I have seen what is inside you and it is beautiful and pure." Ricky placed his hand over my heart and I saw his mouth form the word 'Always' but no sound came out. My boy was desperately fighting the tears that were welling up in his eyes and could not make his voice work. Suddenly he grabbed me in a final bear hug and then he turned and ran out the door. After the door closed behind Ricky I stood motionless in the room for a minute unable to move and then sat down again. The room was so silent now, so empty. Less than an hour ago there had been happiness and life in this room and now it seemed like an empty tomb. I stood up, walked out, and went down to the restaurant to eat breakfast. I was not hungry but I knew that I needed to get out of the room. The room where Ricky and I had been together sharing our love and ourselves. I could not bear to stay in it for a moment longer. The food in the restaurant was probably good. I did not even taste it. I was an automaton just going through the motions. I paid the bill and found my way to the meeting rooms that the conference was taking place in. I signed in, picked up the stack of manuals that were handed to me, and sat down at a table off to the side. I did not want to partake in the usual meet and greet that always formed a part of these gatherings. There was a great void inside me. A fifteen year old void. And I knew that nothing and no one could ever take its place. Halfway through the morning sessions of the conference I looked down at the pad of paper that was in front of me and suddenly noticed that it was covered in writing. The letter 'R' was repeated on the paper over and over. I had not even been aware that I was doing it. I looked up at the speaker standing on the podium and I realized that I did not have the faintest idea what he was talking about. I looked through the materials that I had been handed when I signed in and discovered what the topic of the presentation was and tried to concentrate. The words were going into my head but they were barely registering. Where before I had had a joyful beating heart now I could only feel a great gaping wound. Lunch came and lunch went. The afternoon break came and went. The conference finally finished for the day and I picked up my things and went back up to my room. While I had been away the room had been cleaned and tidied giving the illusion now that perhaps I had only dreamed that Ricky had been with me. I looked over the room carefully but there was not a trace, not a single sign that my boy had ever been here with me. Nothing to show the unbridled joy and love that had been shared in this room. Only the pain in my heart told me that it had been real and that I had not dreamt everything. I went down to the restaurant to eat dinner. I was handling myself a bit better than I had earlier in the day at breakfast and I could taste the food this time. Nevertheless it still seemed bland, the sparkle that had made my dinner the night before so delightful was gone and it was never to return. I went back up to my room, connected up my laptop, and started the IRC client program. I did not really expect to see Ricky come online but just in case I left it running. I tried to read some of the material that I had been handed at the conference in order to occupy my mind but I was only partially registering what was written on the pages. The light had come into my life for one glorious incredible night and now it was gone and I was lost. At midnight I finally shut off my laptop, got into bed, and fell into a restless sleep.