Date: Mon, 2 Sep 2002 11:08:51 EDT
From: AmateurishWriter@aol.com
Subject: My Little Star Gazer - Part Two

Warning: The following story is a work of fiction.  It is a fantasy.  It
never happened, except in the author's imagination.  This story may contain
sex between a legal aged teenage boy and a man.  The author does not
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Special recognition -

To my little star gazer for his contribution to the writing of the dream
sequence.

			   My Little Star Gazer

Recap of Part One -

One of my younger readers, a 16 year old boy from Fiji, wrote to me about
my story "M.A.R.C." and we began regular correspondence.  Soon we began to
have feelings for one another.  Not withstanding the great distance between
us, our relationship grew and Tosh and I fell in love.

After many months of correspondence and a couple of long-distance phone
calls he surprised me with his arrival in America.  Toshiya, Tosh for
short, and his mother were here to look at a university near me that he was
planning to attend.  I went into the city to meet them for dinner.  Today,
they are visiting the university and then coming to my home for dinner.
Afterwards, Tosh will spend the weekend with me while his mother returns to
the city to shop and see a show.


Part Two - A Weekend In The Country Begins
Chapter Four - Tosh and His Mum Come to Dinner

My kitchen activities were interrupted by the sound of a big car coming up
the drive.  I looked out the window over the sink where I had been washing
some lettuce and saw the dark blue Lincoln Towncar.  Then the neatly
dressed driver got out and, opening the back door, my Tosh enthusiastically
jumped out followed more gracefully by his Mum.  Having been to interviews
at the university, they were both rather overly dressed for a barbecue on
my porch.

As I do for all visiting friends, I came out on the porch and, looking down
on the driveway below, called out a hearty greeting.  "Hello!  Hello and
welcome!"  All three looked up.

"John!"  Tosh, waving excitedly, burst into a grin from ear to ear.

The stairs down were on the side of the house.  I bounced down them two at
a time to eagerly greet my guests.  Tosh met me at a run and just managed
to restrain himself before bowling me over.  He was clearly thrilled to be
here.  He gave me a brief hug and, as I hugged him back, I noticed a tired
but pleased and proud smile from Sachiko, his mother.

"They accepted me John!  After the final interview this afternoon!  I start
next Fall!"  Tosh exclaimed as he looked up at me.  He had a hand on each
shoulder and he was so happy that I was sure he was going to kiss me right
here in front of his Mum and the driver.  He stopped and burst into gleeful
giggles.

Sachiko expression dissolved to a bothered motherly look. "I'm afraid that
my Toshiya can be rather enthusiastic sometimes."

I smiled back at her and laughed.  "Yes, I can see that."  I looked down at
him.  "But he's a breath of fresh air in this old bachelor's home ... you
both are."

I reached past Tosh and gently took his mother's hand.  "Come up on the
porch for some iced tea and tell me all about the interview."

Tosh headed back to the car and retrieved a small overnight bag and a
package.  The driver headed back toward the limousine to leave.
"Mrs. Bartlett?  When should we send someone back?"

Sachiko looked thoughtful for a moment.  "I would like to be back at the
hotel by 10:00 or 10:30 p.m. at the latest."

"Yes Ma'am.  Then someone will be here at 8:30 p.m. sharp."

Tosh's Mum moved to hand the man a tip but he held up his hand.  "No, thank
you ma'am.  Gratuities are not permitted."

How refreshing, I thought.  Then I spoke up, "Would you like to join us for
an iced tea?"

The driver looked surprised and pleased.  "Thank you sir, you are very kind
but I must get along to my next client.

As the large car drove out I guided Tosh and his Mum up onto the porch and
served the iced tea.  They both were taken by the variety of the views.  A
grassy yard with flowering shrubs and plants with a small pine grove on one
side and water and beach views in the distance on the other side.  "Oh
John."  Tosh sighed.  "It is so pretty and different here."

"The air is so light." Sachiko added.  "In Fiji it is hot and humid,
particularly in the rain forested areas where we are."

"Well, we do have our hot steamy days here but we also have snowstorms."  I
laughed.  "It will be interesting to see how Tosh reacts to those."

Tosh had wandered down the porch.  "John!  Is this the hot tub?"  He was
unlatching the thermal cover and peering inside as a cloud of steam rose up
from the 105 degree water.

"Yup, that's it."  I snuck a sideways peek at Sachiko to see her reaction.

She didn't bat an eyelash but asked. "I wonder if I might wash my hands
John?"

"Oh yes.  I'm sorry."  I blushed.  "Let me show you the powder room and
while you are freshening up I'll show Tosh his room."

We went inside and Sachiko disappeared into the powder room.  Tosh gave me
a cute grin and we headed for the stairs.  Once we were alone upstairs Tosh
grabbed my hand, pulled me to him and into a very warm tight hug.  He stuck
his chin in my lower chest and looked up at me with a happy smile. "Oh
John!  This is so wonderful!"

I chuckled and kissed his forehead.  "I'm glad you like my home."

"And you."  He stretched up on tiptoe and brushed my lips with his.  They
were warm and soft.

I laughed again. "And me."

"Okay."  I stepped back and grandly gestured.  "This is your room my
Prince."

He giggled and went in, plopping his overnight bag on the bed.  "Wow!  It's
great John."

"Well, we have to add a desk and a good comfortable chair for reading but
it is a nice room.  It used to be mine before I built a new one."

"Oh?  Can I see please?"

We crossed the hall.  "Here it is."

"Cool!"  Tosh exclaimed.  "What a view!"  The balcony overlooked the
neighbor's lawn, the rocky coast and the sea beyond.

I beamed.  "There is always something of interest to see out there, day or
night."

As I turned to look at his reaction again, he was standing there holding
out the package that he had carried up from the limousine.  "Here John."

I gently took it from him.  "What's this?"

He smiled up at me.  "Just a little something of thanks."

A lump grew in my throat and I could not speak.

"Go on then.  Open it."

I gulped and cleared my throat. "Shouldn't we go down so your Mum can see?"

"Oh no.  She knows what it is.  She helped me pick it out."

I untied the string with trembling hands and pulled back the wrapping.  It
was a silky fabric.  As I held one edge it slipped and unfolded with a rush
of silky sound.  It was shades of dark to medium blue with gold geometric
patterns.  I found the label and held it up straight.  It was a mid-length
Japanese Kimono, something that Tosh and I had talked about.  It was so
incredibly beautiful.

I looked at Tosh with tears in my eyes.  "Oh Tosh.  It's wonderful.  Thank
you."

He looked lovingly up at me and I bent down and kissed him softly on the
lips.  We lingered and the kiss went on and became more, more than just a
kiss.  The kimono slid to the floor and my arms enwrapped him as his found
my waste and pulled me close.  We stood like that for what seemed like
seconds and ages.  Finally my mind slipped back to reality and the vague
memory of his Mum downstairs.

It took a moment or two to regain our composure.  Finally, with a chuckle,
I suggested we not take any longer to get back downstairs.

Tosh stopped at the top of the stairs.  "Would it be okay if I changed
clothes?"

"Sure.  I'll let your Mum know."  He went into his room and I returned to
the porch with Sachiko.

"My apologies Sachiko, for taking so long.  Tosh surprised me with a
gorgeous kimono.  Thank you.  That was too kind."

She blushed a little. "You are most welcome John.  Tosh had told me of your
interest in one and asked me to help him pick it out.  Your friendship has
been very good for him you know."

Now it was my turn to blush.  "Well, being able to be his friend means a
great deal to me as well.  I have a family full of wonderful nieces but it
is special to have a young man to be a friend or Uncle to."

"Or a father."  She added.

"I would never presume that but it is a very kind thought."

At that, the porch door swung open and a very dashing Tosh came out dressed
in a red T-shirt, black surf shorts and sandals.  They, combined with his
golden looks, set my heart on fire.  He was handsome beyond words.
Suddenly I was very sure that his Mum had seen my mouth hanging open.  I
blushed a red deeper than his T-shirt.

"Well!"  I coughed.  "Now that we're all here, why don't I start up the
grill?"

Dinner was very enjoyable.  I politely declined Sachiko's offers to help
but did put Tosh to work making the salad as I had learned, in our e-mails,
that he was an expert at it.  We chatted and got further acquainted as I
grilled and as we devoured the feast out in the fresh evening air.

Sachiko seemed to relax and become less formal with me as she saw that that
was my style.  Eventually she broached her concerns for Tosh being so far
from home with only a recently made friend to fall back on when needed.  I
reassured her that when Tosh came to the university, phone calls whenever,
would be fine, that way she could "mother" him all she wanted and visiting,
even though it was a long distance, was always welcome.

Not having been a father, much less a mother, I could only guess at what
she was feeling as we finally walked down to the waiting car and Sachiko
and Tosh said their good-byes.  But, I did remind them that it was only for
two days.

They both looked at me like I was from another planet and then giggled in
unison.

Then suddenly, Sachiko straightened up, her refined dignity returned.  She
shook my hand, kissed Tosh on both cheeks and entered the limousine.

With her slight smile and brief wave, she had the driver pull away.


Chapter Five - Walking in the Moonlight and ...

We watched the tail lights of the limousine move off slowly down the lane
and disappear around the bend.  As the lights vanished, I felt Tosh's warm
hand move lightly down my arm and take hold of mine.  He gave me a playful
tug.  "Show me the beach John?"

We strolled hand in hand down the lane in the moon lit night air.  As we
moved beyond the trees, the fresh breeze, laden with warm sea smells, came
in over the beach.  The moonlight sparkled on the small wavelets as they
slowly progressed toward the sand and broke with a rush of gentle lapping
sounds.  It was so peaceful.

Even though it was warm, I shivered as the breeze passed over my bare arms.
Tosh slipped his arm around my waist and I brought mine over his shoulders.
He shivered as well.  "Cold?"  I was concerned.

He giggled softly.  "No, excited.  Can we walk through the pine trees?  Is
there a soft patch of grass?"

I turned him to face me.  He looked up and then rose to tip toes.  We
kissed softly.  Sweetly.  "And what have you got in mind for this little
soft patch of grass that we might find?"  I asked with feigned innocence.

Another shy little giggle.  "Maybe a warm cuddle under these beautiful
northern stars of yours."

Again he took me by the hand and led me back towards the house.  We found
our way to a section of lush lawn by the small stand of pines.  It was
protected from the sea breeze and as we lay down on the grass, the stars
spread out above us.  We lay there on our backs, our shoulders just
touching.  Tosh started a guided tour of the stars that he had only seen in
books and on his computer at home.  His home was so far south that he saw
an almost totally different sky.

He was amazing.  I had no idea that he knew my night sky so well.  I was
whisked away on a tour of the universe and as he directed our flight, his
hand found mine and then his leg found my leg.  We made up our own
constellations and laughed softly with each other.  As the precious moments
slipped by, we moved closer and soon he was snuggled up to my side with my
left arm around him, holding him close.

His hand glided over my chest and played with the buttons on my shirt.  His
head rested on my shoulder.  He softly kissed my chin.  I wanted to tell
him that I loved him but I was shy.  It felt like it was the first time for
me.

Then he yawned and that caused me to yawn.

My yawn convulsed into laughter and almost instantly, so did Tosh's.  "I
know."  His laughter became a shy giggle.  "Yawning's not very romantic."

I gave him a gentle squeeze.  "Oh, I don't know, I think it's kinda cute."
I knew that if I could see my golden young man, he would be blushing.
"You've had a long busy day.  Maybe we should go in."

"Mmmmmm, but it is so nice out here."  He wrapped his leg around me and
pressed himself tighter to me.  I could feel the firmness of his love
against my hip.  It was my turn to giggle.  "What?"  He sounded playfully
indignant.

"I was thinking.  I can just see us falling asleep and being awakened in
the bright morning sunlight by a concerned neighbor."  Then I started to
giggle again.  "Besides, I thought it might be nice to have a soak in the
hot tub before going to bed."

Tosh sat bolt upright.  "Oh yes!  What a delicious thought.  I nearly
forgot it.  Let's go have a hot soak!"

His emphasis on the word hot ran a shiver of anticipation through me.  We
had enjoyed some nice online fantasies about my hot tub.  Tosh eagerly
leapt to his feet and pulled at my arm.  With some stiffness and a
struggle, I got my 50-plus year old body vertical and we headed for the
house.

The hot tub is located up on the porch which looks down on the lane and the
neighborhood.  This wasn't too early to go naked, 10 p.m. was my usual time
but 9:15 p.m. was safe, I hoped.  Besides, that's how I preferred to go.
Someone would have to be intentionally looking to see anything.  It was
very dark.  Anyhow, if it meant that much to them, who was I to deprive
them of an eyeful.

There was barely enough moonlight to see where we walked.  Otherwise, there
was only the soft blue light reflecting from the bottom of the tub up on
the ceiling and that was on it's dimmest setting.

The pumps made a gentle whir as the water began to bubble.  We had talked
of this so often online that no conversation was necessary.  Facing each
other we each reached for the other's buttons and began.  I felt Tosh's
fingers tremble and I leaned forward and kissed his forehead.  I was
rewarded with a little giggle and more steady and urgent fingers.  We each
slipped off the other's shirt.  Then, pausing, we kicked off our shoes and
sandals.

A tentative finger touched my left nipple and it rose.  There was a soft
sigh.  I reached out and did the same as Tosh's fingers trickled down over
my belly to my belt.  He tugged at it as my hand roamed over his soft
smoothness and found his pants as well.  I knew that there would be just a
snap and a zipper and quickly heard the satiny sound of his surf shorts
sliding down his legs.  My pants soon joined his on the porch floor.

Despite the darkness, I could tell that Tosh was as nervous as I.  Our
hands trembled as we each tried to find the waist band of other's under
shorts.  I couldn't help it, I giggled.  "Now what?"  He giggled back.

"I'm sorry." I chuckled some more.  "I must not have mentioned it but I
don't wear under shorts."

"Oh."  He sounded disappointed and, I could tell how his silhouette moved
in the moonlight, that he had let his hands drop to his side.

I was about to apologize when the back of my hand brushed him in front and
pleasantly distracted me.  I now knew that he was indeed as eagerly
attracted to me as I was to him.  Just as my thumbs found his waistband and
were occupied by a new task, I felt the back of his hand brush my likewise,
very erect penis.  I moaned softly as I eased his briefs over his and down.
I was rewarded with a returned happy sigh.

"Okay Tosh?"

"Yes."

We leaned over the edge of the hot tub and I noticed that he, as did I,
glanced sideways first to see what he could see.  His curiosity was
charming and I suppressed a giggle with difficulty.  "Okay, see the seats
here and there and the recliner platform for one person there and the one
for two over there?"  I pointed at the various accommodations.

"Yes but how do I get in?"  He sounded a little tentative.

"Oh, you can just sit on the edge and swing your legs over and in.  Then
slowly sit down in the water where ever you like."

I watched as his strong young body moved effortlessly.  I caught a glimpse
of his delightful hardness as he disappeared into the frothing waters and
settled on the far side of the recliner for two.  His beauty, in the soft
blue light, stirred my passions to greater heights than they had seen in
sometime.  I felt honored and blessed to have both his love and ardor so
completely directed towards me in my advanced years.

He watched with clear interest as I sat on the edge, swung my feet around
and slid down into the swirling and soothing heat.  Before I could sit he
reached out to me and drew me to his side.  There was just enough light so
that we could gaze into each other's eyes.  The depth of the love and the
passion that I saw there made my heart leap with both joy and worry.

The source of joy was clear but the worry concerned me.  I was afraid that
I would not be able to satisfy his needs.  Not so much sexual but his
emotional needs.  So many times in our discussions in e-mail and instant
messages I was worried that I had come up short of his expectations of a
relationship, that I could not provide what he was looking for, that I had,
or would, let him down.

Once again I tried and failed to tell him how much I loved him.  It was far
easier to do with letters on a screen.  I wondered if that way was perhaps
too easy.  Then I admonished myself as I knew my true feelings for this
wonderful young man.

Just as I turned off the pumps to let the waters calm, I felt his finger
tips dance over my chest and stomach.  The delicateness of which reminded
me of minnows nibbling at my toes as I waded as a young boy in the quiet
water at the beach.  They did not nip but tickled.  I giggled and turned
towards him.  His arm reached behind me and we moved together and hugged.
I felt the soft stiffness of his love move next to mine and our lips
brushed.  Then brushed again and lingered.  Finally, they parted and our
tongues met and stoked the fires of each other's passions and love.

Our embrace and kiss tightened with urgency.  Our bodies pressed together
and moved in a complementing tempo.  For many minutes our hands sought out
and caressed all the soft curvy places that enflamed our burning pleasures.
We skyrocketed towards our crescendo.  Tosh tensed, trembled and then
groaned out into my throat, a series of deep straining grunts.  The
intensity of his pleasure sent me reeling into my own wild orgasm that had
been building for six long months.

Moments later, as we broke our kiss to catch our breath, we watched and
giggled with silliness, happiness and love as strings of white pearls
slowly swirled around us in the warm crystal clear waters.

Whatever feeling of doubt that I had was gone.  "Tosh, I love you.  I'm
here for you for as much or as little you need, for as long or as short a
time as you wish.  All you need do is reach out for me."

"John, I love you too but I don't want you to be hurt."

"Oh Tosh.  You dear sweet boy.  If you were to vanish at this very moment,
the happiness of our short time together would more than out weight any
pain."

He held onto me and buried his face in my neck.  We both held on to what we
had and waited.  Nothing happened.  Tosh did not vanish.  Soon the
intensity of our feelings washed away in the warm water and Tosh's
breathing slowed and evened out.  He was asleep.  My heart filled with
tenderness.  This precious boy, my gentle loving star gazer, was safe and
asleep in my arms.  Oh what a wonderful feeling.

We lay there for a few minutes as I soaked up the special moment and
thought, with a quiet chuckle, about how I was going to get this dear sweet
sleeping boy into his bed.  Eventually, I had to move as the two of us were
going to be wrinkled beyond belief.  I stood, being very careful that Tosh
didn't slip below the water, and lifted him up onto the edge of the tub.
As I turned him around and planted his feet on the porch floor, he seemed
to awaken a little.

"Tosh sweetie.  I need you to help me a little."

He looked up at me with a silly little sleepy grin.  "You can touch me
John."

"Huh?"  He was half asleep.  "Well, we need to get you dried off.  Can you
help me?  Here's a towel."

He took the towel and, with that sleepy headed look that only a boy can
have, he stood and awkwardly started to dry himself.  Once I had to stop
drying myself to steady him as he almost sat down and would have fallen
back into the tub.

"You can touch me you know."  He mumbled again.  "While I'm asleep, I
mean."

"Huh?"  I figured he was half dreaming.  "That wouldn't be right, it would
be sneaky."

He finished drying and was about to sit down again.  "Sneaky?  I think
sneaky would be fun.  It would be hot."  Then he yawned as I stopped him
from sitting, again.

"Well, we'll see."  I chuckled to myself.  Here I was humoring a half
asleep 16 year old.  "Let's head upstairs Tosh."

We got just to the top of the stairs when he stopped and put his arms
around my neck and just stood there.  Now Tosh, at 5' 5", is not a little
boy but I threw caution to the wind and, bad back and all, scooped him up
into my arms.  I was surprised at how light he seemed.  He tightened his
arms around me, nuzzling his nose into the crook of my neck.

It was easy to carry such a soft and warm burden ... no, he was no burden,
not at all.  When I got to the guest room I turned down the spread and top
sheet with one hand and gently placed my sweet Tosh on the cool bottom
sheet, he sighed, rolled onto his side and mumbled, "Thank you my Ursa
Major."

I chuckled, kissed him on the ear and whispered; "Your big bear will just
go close up the hot tub and the house and come right back up.  Do you want
to brush your teeth?"

"Uhhh hhuuuuhhhh."

I chuckled and affectionately patted his shoulder.


Chapter Six - It Started With a Dream

When I returned from closing up I went to check on my little sleeping angel
but he wasn't there.  I checked the guest bathroom but he wasn't there
either.  Finally, I check in my own room and I almost laughed out loud.
There he was, fast asleep in my big bed.  I bent to kiss him again and
could smell toothpaste on his breath.  Perhaps he had been more awake than
he let on.  He did say it was fun to be a little sneaky.

Somehow, brushing my teeth at night is like a signal to my brain.  Often,
moments later I'm overcome with yawns and sleep descends quickly.  Tonight
was not an exception and no sooner than I lay down next to my young house
guest, I slipped into a peaceful sleep.

Strangely, I found myself standing in the upstairs hall holding Tosh in my
arms as though I have been carrying him some where.  He seems to be asleep
but, even though he is dressed, I can clearly see that telltale part of him
that tells me he is aroused.  I stand and think a moment.  Hadn't we just
come from the hot tube and weren't we both naked?

I shake my head and carry him into the bedroom and place him tenderly on
the bed.  His arms slip and fall, bending at the elbows like he is
surrendering.  His legs fold awkwardly so I kneel beside him and arrange
them more comfortably.  I know he doesn't sleep with any cloths on as he
has explained this in his e-mails.  So, I have to figure out how to deal
with that.  As I think, Tosh moves as if he isn't comfortable and an
incredibly cute little frown crosses his face.

I decide to remove his sandals from his sockless feet first.  I am tempted
to and do, caress his toes.  Looking at him again I see that his erection
clearly gives away his continued arousal.  I wonder for a moment if he is
just a little bit awake.  My temptations grow but I must be strong and
resist.  Then I decide to pull off his red T-shirt.  I place my hands on
his side being careful as I remember Tosh telling me that he is incredibly
ticklish.  I notice that he has goose bumps and flops a little when I pull
the shirt over his head.  I decide that if he were really awake he would be
having the same problems controlling his breathing that I'm having.  My
heart is pounding.  I look at him and think that he looks so sexy.  He is
the most beautiful boy in the whole universe.

I bring his arms along his sides and touch his palms, tracing the lines
with my index finger.  I wonder about the origin of the scar on the left
one.  I examine his fingers, one by one.  My emotions are in turmoil.  I
sigh and bend back to the task at hand.  My fingers ever so gently open the
silver button of his black surf shorts and pull the zipper down over his
erection pumped up under his red undies.  I wonder again, this time, if he
is faking.  But, instead, just look at his innocent beauty.  How did I
manage not to bend down and kiss him?

Again, I return to undressing him and slip my trembling fingers under the
elastic of his undies.  There is a muffled mumble from Tosh and he turns
his head to the side and breathes out a deep sigh.  I gently remove the
boy's shorts without disturbing him down there but see that his penis is
throbbing and bobbing.  He takes a hold of it mumbling something in his
sleep.  Words in French under his breath which I do not understand.  I just
fold the sheet and roll him over so as to cover him.

"Sleep tight my sweet young friend.  You are safe here."  I didn't realize
he would seem so defenseless.  I softly caress his shoulders and give him a
quick kiss on the neck.  My breath must have been warm on him and he opens
his eyes and grabs me around the neck with both arms and kisses me.
"Whoa!" I gasp and loose my balance, falling across his nude body.

Do you know how, when you're dreaming and you start waking up in the middle
of it, it seems so real when you finally do wake up?  Well, this is just
what happened to me ...

Slowly I opened my eyes and regained my sense of reality.  In the dim light
I could see that, as usual I was on my left side.  Tosh was just an inch or
so away and on his back just slightly rolled so that he partly faced me.
The moon had moved to the other side of the house and was now shining in
just enough that I could see the slight smile on his handsome face.  His
arms were draped comfortably, his left coming down across him just above
his stomach and his right laid out across the bed with his upturned hand
and fingertips nearly touching me.

So as not to disturb him, I rose up slowly on my left elbow and propped my
head with my hand.  The dream had left me very aroused.  I moved my gaze
over him from head to toe and back again, just drinking in his beauty.  He
looked so sweet and peaceful.  Then his words came back to me; "You can
touch me while I'm asleep."

I didn't dare ... did I?  But my desire overcame my inhibitions.  Ever so
softly I reached over and gently brushed his soft black hair from his
forehead.  As I pulled my hand back I let my fingers trail down his soft
cheek.  I could smell his scent and my hardness throbbed.  My hand
continued it's caress down over his shoulder and along his arm.  When I got
to the point where it bent and draped down over his stomach I moved to his
side being careful not to tickle him as I was sure that that would awaken
him.

The intensity of my arousal now caused my hand to tremble but I had to
touch him more.  I had to see as well as feel my fingertips on his soft
smooth golden skin.  I turned my hand over and with the backs of my fingers
I glided over the gentle roundness of his stomach and lower.  I hesitated
as I reached the point where his limp penis lay over the top of his leg.  I
was ashamed.  I was sneaking, stealing.  My hand lingered on his abdomen.

As I pondered my dilemma, Tosh's senses began to aid in my decision.  His
limp hooded penis began to lengthen and swell.  As I watched, it slowly
rose up from his leg and sought out it full size.  Finally, as it stretched
up along his belly, its crimson head began to appear from inside its
protective fold of skin.  I stared at its incredible beauty.  After a few
moments and an occasional gentle throb, a glistening jewel of liquid
appeared at its tip.

With a finger, trembling now with lust instead of guilt, I lifted that
single drop and brought its gleaming essence to my lips.  It was
unimaginably sweet.  I smiled to myself and let my gaze drift up to Tosh's
face.  His eyes were open, as I somehow expected that they would be, and he
too smiled.  It was a smile filled with love.

Next: Part Three - A Weekend In The Country Continues