Date: Sat, 6 Dec 2008 18:17:50 -0800 (PST)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: Second Time Around  Chapter Thirty

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Chapter Thirty:  Second Time Around


Sunday evening, I was sitting in my favorite chair taking a last minute
look through the paper.  The boys had already gone to bed and I was
enjoying my quiet time.  Part of the time I read what was in the paper, but
most of the time I thought about David.  Then, something else struck me.  I
had been thinking, ever since we moved into this house, that I wanted to
change the family room.  The furniture we used was from our house in New
York and consisted mostly of furniture that Kathy had picked out.  It was
nice furniture.  It was of good quality and the room looked nice.  There
was only one problem, it really wasn't us.

Like most husbands, I had taken the attitude that the house belonged to the
wife.  She was the one that spent most of her waking hours within its
confines, and should be the one that was happy with it.  When asked about a
particular piece, I was very good at giving a noncommittal answer.  If
Kathy liked it, then I was happy.  However, things had changed.  We were
three, now four or four and a half, single guys who weren't particularly
into the frilly or lacey décor.  Mother had given the boys a guys bedroom.
Now, I needed, and wanted, to change the rest of the house.

My favorite piece of furniture in the family room was my oversized,
overstuffed leather chair and ottoman.  It didn't take much digging around
to locate the manufacturer and style number.  Monday morning I made the
phone calls and discovered there was one place in town that should have
what I wanted in stock.  As luck would have it, the store was a design
studio.  It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that if I wanted
the furniture now, it was going to cost me.  When I talked to the designer,
she wouldn't commit to being able to deliver their floor sample.  The
non-commitment translated to 'we might if you add more to the order'.  The
appointment was made for her to come to the house that evening.
Interestingly, the designer never drew a floor plan or suggested an
arrangement.  I knew what I wanted and how I wanted to place the furniture.
The new leather sofa, with new tables, an oversized chair and two ottomans
matching the one I had, and lamps were delivered on Wednesday afternoon.

While I was in a spending mood I decided to go for the whole ball of wax
and, Tuesday evening, I was in the electronics store.  High-def televisions
had been popular for a while, but I was waiting for the novelty to wear off
and the prices to come down to a reasonable level.  In addition to
high-def, I wanted a flat screen and the ability to mount it on the wall.
Of course, once we chose the correct television, there was the matter of
accessories such as x-box and a few other items.  The television also
needed to be wired into a good surround sound system, and since I had that,
why not finish it all off with a stereo.  The installation was completed on
Thursday afternoon which gave us Thursday night to test everything.

The sofa was arranged to face the fireplace with the two club chairs facing
each other and at a right angle to the sofa and fireplace.  At either end
of the sofa were plants.  The three ottomans formed the coffee table or,
split apart, served as ottomans or sitting areas.  I had also picked up
four large overstuffed floor pillows and arranged them in front of the
hearth.  The new tables and lamps were arranged with some of the old chairs
to form one additional sitting area in the family room and another in the
entry foyer.  The only things I didn't keep were the old sofa and frilly
pillows.

The boys had a great time testing the new equipment.  The boys commented
that they had a new play pen.  I wasn't sure if they realized all the
connotations of that, but I squelched the name.  It took them about thirty
more seconds to come up with 'The Pit'.  I thought I was going to have to
hog tie them and carry them off to bed.  Whether they wanted to admit it or
not, they needed their sleep for school the next day.  What I didn't tell
anyone was that, while the boys were away, I was going to learn how to play
some of the games before I made an idiot of myself trying to play with
them.

                                           * * * *

Friday was a long, long day.  Shopping and arranging to have the new
furniture and electronic toys installed helped make the first four days of
the week go by fairly quickly.  David and I talked Monday evening and I
told him what I was doing.  We talked again Thursday evening when he
confirmed that he would be in around mid-afternoon and I gave him the code
to come in through the garage.  I was antsy all day Friday and had to laugh
at myself.  The boys did call Friday afternoon to let me know they had gone
home with Eric, as planned, and would see me Sunday.  They told me to have
a good time and from the sound of their voices, they were enjoying just the
thought of what they probably hoped would happen.  I kind of enjoyed the
thought myself.

When I pulled into the driveway it was almost, but not quite, dark.  It was
late February and, as the sun went down, it turned chilly.  I spotted the
silver Honda Accord coupe parked in the back of the driveway and my palms
began to sweat.  When I pushed the button for the garage door to open, it
moved in slooow motion.  My heart rate increased a little and I couldn't
help smiling, knowing he was inside waiting for me.  Entering the house, I
walked towards the family room.  The first thing I saw was a fire in the
fireplace; music was playing and there weren't any lights on.  The second
thing I saw caused me to stop dead in my tracks.  I think I stopped
breathing, also.

David was sitting, actually semi-reclining, in one of the oversized leather
chairs.  He was wearing loose fitting linen slacks in a bone color.  Around
his waist was a dark brown rope belt tied towards the side of his hip; the
ends hung down like a sash.  His shirt was also a light bone color, but
made of a light gauze material.  The shirt was unbuttoned most of the way
to his waist.  The shirt stood open, displaying his smooth olive colored
chest.  The material was so light I could see his skin through the shirt;
his dark nipples peaked between ripples, teasing anyone looking at him.
Barefoot, his feet were propped up on an ottoman and crossed at the ankles.
Taking a sip from his glass of wine, he gave me that unbelievable smile and
his eyes sparkled.

Somewhere, while taking in all this, I must have decided to walk over near
him.  As I approached him, he stood.  When he stood he didn't jump, it
wasn't jerky or quick, he was like a giselle.  I leaned over to greet him
and he grabbed my tie, pulling me into him.  I hadn't said a word; I don't
think I could.  The next thing I knew, his tongue was in my mouth.  I
tasted him and I needed more.  Inhaling deeply, his scent was intoxicating.
I dropped everything I was carrying and wrapped my arms around him.  We
broke the kiss just before passing out from a lack of oxygen.  His taste
and his scent were all it took.  My mind blocked everything else out.  I
began removing his shirt.  Actually, I tore at it.  It wouldn't come out of
his pants fast enough.  Pulling it apart, I pushed it over his shoulders
and down his arms.  My mouth and tongue followed the edge of the shirt.  I
needed to feel and taste every inch of his firm young body.  I couldn't
devour him fast enough.

He pulled at my clothes while I bathed his neck.  There was a slight sheen
of sweat on him; I needed more.  While he pulled at my clothes, I
frantically felt for the belt.  My hands ran all over him; his body
radiated heat.  He bit into my neck; I gasped and threw my head back as he
wrapped his arms around me.  My hands couldn't stop, I had to feel every
part of him.  As my hands roamed over his hips and legs, I realized he
wasn't wearing any underwear.  That was it!

Scooping him up in my arms, I laid him on the sofa and then straddled his
legs.  Sitting up, I looked down at his perfect body and then ran my
fingertips over his ribs and across his stomach.  His stomach moved up and
down rapidly; his breathing screamed lust.  For some reason I felt a need
to lean down and I blew a raspberry into his belly; we both laughed.  I
looked into his dark eyes just as he ran the tip of his tongue over his
upper lip.  I wanted to tear his pants off him so I could taste and smell
every inch of his being.  I couldn't do it.  I had to bend down and bury my
tongue in his mouth; I needed to taste him again.  As our tongues dueled,
he pulled at my clothes and I began pulling at his.  Soon, we were both
naked.  Gripping him on either side of his chest, I lifted him. I wanted to
feel his whole being pressing into me.  I lay on the floor and brought him
down on me.

We were in a world of our own.  A world where only passion, lust and a need
for one another held any meaning.  We stayed on the floor, rolling around,
changing positions, laughing, tasting and sweating.  The only sounds, the
only language of our world, were the grunts, moans and cries of pleasure as
we changed positions, giving and receiving wave upon wave of indescribable
bliss.  Our world ended only when we were both so exhausted, so spent, that
we lay facing one another, arms and legs intertwined, and slipped into the
restful state that our bodies demanded.

We awoke when one of us moved, still facing one another.  This awakening
kiss was more gentle, more passionate and tender than our first, and those
that followed.  We looked down at our naked bodies coated in sweat from the
heat of the fireplace, streaked in our mixed juices.  David ran a finger up
the front of my torso, scooping up the mixed fluids, and held his finger to
my mouth.  I gently sucked his finger in and ran my tongue around it.  I
repeated the process for him.

"You know, for an old guy, you make quite a lover," he teased, smiling.

"Careful, this old guy's liable to take you for a second round," I smiled
back.  "How was your trip?"

"Not nearly as good as after you got home."  He leaned in and lightly
kissed me on the lips.

"I think we may need to get a shower; then, maybe something to eat." I
looked at the clock.  "Would you believe that I've been home for almost
three hours?"  David just looked at me and grinned.

Our shower was long, hot, sensuous but not sexual, and relaxing.  When I
stepped out of the shower my legs felt like rubber and I was totally
relaxed.  We dried one another off, exchanging only a light kiss and a
laugh here and there.  After getting clean, it was definitely time to add
some fuel to the tank.

We scrambled some eggs, made some toast and poured each of us a fresh glass
of wine.  I sat on the floor and leaned against the sofa, facing the
fireplace.  David initially sat next to me, but soon turned and lay on his
back with his head in my lap.  He set his plate on his stomach and, without
even thinking about it, I began feeding him off my plate.  I gave him a
bite, then took a bite for myself.  When we finished my plate, I picked up
his plate and continued feeding us both.

When we finished both plates, I set them aside.  The only light came from
the fireplace, soft jazz continued to play.  The glow the fire gave to his
olive complexion was incredible.  I don't think there was any way the fire
could shine on him, or he could lay or sit, that he didn't look beautiful.
I lay my hand across his chest and absorbed the heat emanating from his
body.  His skin still felt soft and silky, but taught due to the firm
muscle just under the surface.  Sitting there, I was almost mesmerized by
the shadows caused by the flames jumping in the fireplace.  My hand slipped
to his cheek and I turned his head to look into his eyes.

"Thank you for coming this weekend.  If we just sit here like this for the
rest of the weekend, it will be one of my best ever."  He gave me that
incredible smile.

"Oh, I don't plan on just lying here, but I do plan on it being memorable."
He smiled and then turned his head to settle back down.

"I think we've already created some memories tonight."

"Hah!  Too bad we didn't have a recorder going.  Rick, I didn't know you
could be so lusty.  You should have heard yourself when I had you leaning
over that ottoman.  You pushed back on me as hard as I was pounding into
you.  You moaned and demanded more like you'd die if I didn't give you
more.  Those boys have any idea what kind of sex maniac you are?"

"You're exaggerating, and you know it," I told him.

"Think so?  All I heard was 'yeah . . .yeah fuck me . . .harder . . .pound
my ass . . .ohhh yeah . . .more . . .more'" He was about to roll over from
laughing so hard.

"No way!" I protested.

"Yes, way!  You know how many times I was on top of you?  As a matter of
fact, do you have any idea how many times you tossed me over and pounded my
ass?  That's not to count the number of times I swallowed that log.  I had
to give you my butt just to keep you from chewing my nipples raw.  You're a
sex crazed maniac."

"Poor baby.  You sure seemed to enjoy it.  I know I did."  We laughed and
then I turned serious.  "David, thank you.  I can't remember the last time
I was able to just let it all go and let myself enjoy being with someone
like that.  I wanted to at your place, but I wasn't quite ready.  Tonight,
you did it for me.  When I walked in here I thought you were the sexiest,
most beautiful sight I've seen in a long, long time."

He reached up and gave me a light kiss on the cheek.  The look in his eyes
made me want to melt.  He turned onto his side and propped himself on his
elbow.  He stroked my chest as he spoke.

"The boys told me the details on Sean.  How's he doing?"

"Physically, he's recovering faster than we expected; his youth probably
helps there.  Mentally, I think he's still on a roller coaster."

"Does he still plan on testifying against those guys?"

"As far as I know.  He hasn't told me any differently, yet."

"Good.  Do you think it would help if I talked with him?  I had a friend
that happened to once.  He refused to testify, afraid of what might happen.
A few weeks later he was attacked again, the second time it was so bad you
couldn't recognize him.  Most of the physical injuries healed; emotionally,
it destroyed him.  I don't want to see that happen to Sean."

"Hey, young man," I said, rubbing my fingers through his hair, "no
downers."  I slipped out from under him.  "Lay on your stomach."

I straddled his legs and began rubbing his back.  I told him to stay there
a moment and I retrieved a bottle of scented body oil.  He lay there and I
rubbed his back and massaged his back and his tight bubble butt and thighs
until I had all the oil rubbed in.  Naturally, with both of us being naked
and rubbing up and down his oiled back, I developed an erection.  I ignored
the erection; this was something more than sex.

Lying next to him, I lay a hand across his back.  He turned to face me and
moved closer.  He had the same problem as me; we ignored them.  David made
me feel young, truly young, again; I felt alive and didn't have a worry in
this world.  We didn't speak; to do so would have ruined the moment.  Words
could never do justice to what I was feeling.  All I could do was give him
a slight smile; he did the same for me.  He also gave me a look that said
everything anyone could ever hope for; I hoped that I did the same for him.

The music ended.  I stood and offered him a hand.  When he stood I wrapped
an arm around his waist and pulled him close.  Using the remote, I turned
the fire off and we walked to the bedroom.  In bed, I lay on my back, he
lay next to me with his body leaning on mine; his right leg lay over my
leg, his head lay on my chest.  I looked up and said a silent, but
heartfelt, 'thank you'.

                                           * * * *

"What's wrong?  Having trouble keeping up?"  David was being a bit of a
smart-ass.

Saturday morning he woke me at the break of dawn.  Here it was the weekend;
my time to sleep in, not to mention needing the rest to help recuperate
from the last evening's escapades.  His idea of waking me was to straddle
my stomach while he leaned over and played with my nipples.  I always
believed that the way one woke in the morning set the tone for the day.
Playing with my nipples was a whole new experience for waking for me; it
was definitely interesting.  The bad part was him bouncing on me, pushing
my morning erection into a very full bladder.  Of course, he had already
been up and handled his morning issues.

"Hey, we have to get up; can't sleep all day," David complained.

"I agree," I answered, "how about if we just sleep till the sun comes up.
By the way, you keep bouncing on me and there's going to be a very
unpleasant accident.  I haven't peed in the bed since I was potty trained."

"Oops.  Sorry.  I was going to get a shower and dress.  Then I thought a
nice bike ride would be good before breakfast." I felt him get off me and
go padding towards the bathroom.  "However, if you can't handle it . . ."

"Careful, young man.  This old man is still man enough to tan your
backside."  His response was to laugh.  "Think it's funny, do ya?"  I got
up and started for him.

"No.  What's funny is you just proved Frank right.  He told me you like a
warm butt.  I thought I was already hot enough for you."  God, I couldn't
believe it!

"Just how much have you been talking with my sons?"  He grinned again and
turned to the shower.

David rode one of the boys' mountain bikes.  I rode my bike, which the boys
had already decided was too 'old fogey' for their tastes.  David rode off
in a hurry, turned round and came back to taunt me.  It was always
interesting to me why the 'youngsters' thought everything had to be done in
a hurry.

"Hey, if you don't pick it up we won't get a good workout in before
sundown."

"Let me guess; you think I can't keep up the pace, right?"  His grin said
it all.

It was interesting that all these younger guys thought that, just because I
had a few years on them, they could out perform me in anything we did.
They failed to take into account the fact that age and experience often
translates to smarts.  They also didn't take into account the fact that the
new mountain bikes were five speed bikes built to withstand the pressure of
jumps, bumps and other rigors of rough terrain riding.  My bike was a
fifteen speed designed for long distance, high-speed riding.  It was time
to trim one young man down a peg or two.

David took off again.  I watched as he stood on the petals and pumped away.
As he rode ahead, I made a couple of quick shifts and, without any
additional effort, picked up speed.  As expected, he turned around and
headed back towards me.  Circling me twice, he grinned and took off again.
Ignoring him, I again shifted and picked up more speed.  This time he
didn't run out quite as far ahead as before.  He may have thought he did,
but my additional speed ate up part of the distance.  When he turned to
come towards me, I shifted two gears this time and the distance between us
quickly disappeared.  His smile wasn't quite as big as before and his face
looked a little red like he might be exerting himself.

David rode passed me, going in the opposite direction.  Smiling to myself,
I didn't say anything, but pumped a little harder.  When I had the speed I
wanted, I shifted to cruise mode.  When David caught up to me this time he
looked a little winded; he was definitely exerting himself.  Poor boy.

Fortunately, I looked at a map and had done a little reconnoitering through
the area and knew a route that would give us a good ride without wiping me
out.  We followed Mandarin Road around to Orange Pickers and then up to
Brady Road.  Brady took us back to Mandarin Road where we turned and headed
back to the house.  The further we rode, the less my young friend talked
and the redder his face became.  When I rode into the garage, I parked my
bike and walked back down the drive to find David walking his bike back to
the garage.  When he saw me, I just grinned and turned to go inside.  I was
good and didn't say anything; I didn't need to.

"Okay, go ahead and say it," David told me as he joined me in the shower.
He wasn't being sarcastic, well, maybe just a little, but at least he was
grinning.  He knew and that was enough.

Turning into the shower, I adjusted the head to a hard massage.  The warm,
almost hot, water beating against my chest felt good.  It felt better as
David gently wrapped his arms around me and stepped in close.  I could feel
his body touching the entire length of my back.  His youthful manhood
parked between my cheeks.  He had soap on his hands which he slowly rubbed
over my nipples.  I turned, and again, we were caught in a deep kiss.  He
pushed me back against the wall and gave me what had to be, up to that
time, the most sensuous cleaning I had ever had.

Dropping to his knees to bathe my legs, his hand slipped inside my thigh.
Slowly, he dragged his fingernails up my thigh.  I whimpered with lust.
His hand slipped behind my scrotum where he massaged my perineum and then
slipped two fingers inside me.  Gasping, I closed my eyes and leaned into
the wall.  I whimpered again when I felt his warmth surround my shaft. With
his other hand, he supported, and massaged, my testicles.  I became lost.
I was his to do as he pleased, anything he pleased.  What he did was take
me to a new sexual high filled with tenderness.  When I came, he had to
support me so my knees didn't buckle.

With my legs shaking, he stood and entwined his fingers with mine.  He
moved my hands to the small of my back as he held me. Nothing was said;
there was nothing to say.  He ran his tongue, lightly, over my lips.  I
needed to taste him.  I sucked his tongue into my mouth and kept on
sucking.  When I tried to reciprocate, he did something that I thought was
one of the most unselfish things anyone could do for me.

"No, not now . . . later.  That was a special gift, from me to you."

                                           * * * *

We reversed our positions from the previous evening.  We sat on the floor
of the pit, but this time I had my head in his lap as he fed me.  It was
mid-morning already.  I was surprised how much time was taken up by our
ride and shower.  It really didn't matter to me; I was where I wanted to
be.  David pressed the remote and we had a fire to warm us.

"I wanted to tell you something." David's voice was relaxed and comforting,
"I think you've done quite a job with your boys.  There's not many men who
would be as open and honest as you've been.  They know it, too, just in
case you don't realize it.  You have two boys that think you could walk on
water.  I know of one more that thinks you're the greatest thing to ever
come into his life.  The fourth, I imagine he has a pretty good opinion of
you, too."  He ran his fingers through my hair as he spoke.  Life could
freeze in that one moment and I would never complain.  I looked up and into
his eyes; they sparkled.

"They're good boys, but there is something else that's very important to
me."  I took his hand and kissed the palm before I continued.  "What about
the young man who has entered my life?"  He didn't answer immediately and I
looked up to see the smile in his eyes.

"Do you have to ask?"

"No."  I placed a hand behind his neck and pulled him down so our lips met.

"Before we get started where we both know this will lead, can I ask you a
question?"  I looked up to him and waited.

"It's not really ask, so much, as suggest something.  Your mother knows
that I'm here.  I think it would be rude if I didn't at least take the time
to say hello.  So, knowing the boys will be coming back tomorrow, why don't
we plan a little dinner and ask your mother and sister to join us?  I think
it would be nice if the two of us prepared a nice dinner."

"You're serious!" I stated.  He just smiled.  I thought for a moment.

"I'm not sure I have everything we need.  All I have for china is the set
Kathy bought and I'd planned on replacing that.  It's a little too frilly
to suit my taste."  I knew I was going to get that 'sooo' look.

"Okay," I said, giving in. "We'll go out and buy a new set.  I wanted to
get something that really isn't china, but nicer than our regular everyday
dishes.  Definitely something more masculine than what we have now."  I
looked at him and decided on a little tease.  "You know, you can really
damage a guy's ego.  Here I was, laying in your lap, ready to make mad,
passionate love to you, and you want to talk about cooking a dinner."

"I guessed what you wanted and decided I'd let you save up your strength;
and for me tonight."  He laughed and then all I saw was his bubble butt
bouncing towards the bedroom.

                                           * * * *

"I've never been in a car like this," David commented on my Mark II.
"Actually, this is the first one I've ever seen except in a magazine.  This
thing is made for pure luxury, isn't it?"

"Actually, it was listed as one of the ten best engineered cars in the
world back in its day.  This car was built to improve Ford's image for
quality.  They had exacting standards.  Every one built had to undergo
tests.  If it failed the tests, it was crushed.  I've heard that Ford lost
almost three thousand dollars on everyone they sold."

It took us longer to get away from the house than planned.  After we
dressed, we had to take inventory of what was in the house we could cook
for dinner Sunday afternoon.  The result was a list of items needed from
the grocery.  David wanted to do some kind of chicken roast with an orange
glaze.  I thought steaks would be fine, but his look said 'no way'.  I was
even accused of being crass; anyone could grill a steak.

We headed out to the regional mall which was about ten miles away.  It was
a good ride because it gave me the opportunity to put the car through some
paces.  Most people didn't realize the worst thing you can do to a car is
let it sit up.  A car is designed, and built, for driving.  Besides, a Mark
was designed and built for high speed cruising.  It felt good to drive the
car again.  I also enjoyed all the looks we got, or it got.

The first two stores we shopped in, the people could not get away from the
idea that I needed fine china.  The third store was Belk's.  When we
entered the department, a nice lady, that I would say was a little older
than me, and appeared much more refined than the people we had encountered
in the previous two stores, approached and asked if she could assist.  I
liked the way she presented herself and took the time to explain to her
what we were looking for.

Without hesitating, the lady took us over to a display that was almost the
farthest from where we were standing.  She told me it was china, but not
fine china.  The cost was about fifty percent more that regular dishes, but
the appearance was much higher.  The design was a dark blue band around
bone, trimmed with gold at the edges.  The plates should not be placed in a
dishwasher because it would cause the gold to peel.  However, it would take
a number of washings for that to occur and, given the low cost, it might be
worth it to me.  We walked out with a full set of new dishes, complete with
serving bowls, platter, and other accessories.

When we got home with the groceries we realized it was going to be a two
meal day.  The weather also looked as though it might turn on us and would
be a good night to stay inside.  I had planned on a dinner on the river
downtown, but if David was happy at home, I was happy.  He asked about
Mexican food and I knew of a place called La Nopalera on San Jose.  It
wasn't fancy, but it was clean and the food great.  We decided on an early
dinner after putting the new dishes in the dish washer.  Picking up a video
was also an option.

I made the call, and the family would gather at two to visit, followed by
dinner.

                                           * * * *

The weather did turn for the worse.  It wasn't too cold, but it was
raining.  After we ate, we stopped and picked up a couple of videos.  A
stop that I thought was interesting, given the number of videos I had in
the house.  David finally told me there was an old movie a number of his
friends talked about, but he hadn't seen.  We took home The Godfather.

The chill in the air was one of those that can just penetrate to the bone.
Sometimes cold weather did that to me, other times it didn't.  There is
only one way to warm up with that kind of chill, and that's to get a hot
bath.  Normally, I would have opted for the hot tub, but since everything
was still under construction, the only option was the tub or shower.

Standing in the shower, we made out some, but drew the line there.  He
bathed me and I bathed him.  I did take my time and enjoyed rubbing my
hands over his firm buttocks.  I even bent down and kissed each cheek, just
before I nibbled at them.  Tempted to play with him, wanting to feel him, I
reminded myself that we still had the evening to enjoy ourselves.

A warm shower, a fire in the fireplace, the lights out and the video
playing; we lay on the sofa.  We lay with him spooned into me.  I surprised
myself by not developing an erection.  Actually, I was glad that I didn't.
He felt so warm and soft where I had my arm draped over his chest.  His
head lay on my bicep, positioning him perfectly for me to inhale his
freshness with every breath.  I couldn't help but run my hand, gently, up
and down his torso.

He watched the video, or maybe he didn't.  I watched him.  To me, he and I
were the only ones in my universe.  Nothing else existed, nothing else was.
Finally, temptation got the best of me as I placed a hand to the side of
his head and turned him so I could nibble his ear.  He didn't resist me.
Again, I took a deep breath and smelled him.  His softness, his youth and
warmth, his scent, all were like aphrodisiacs.

Turning him, I kissed his cheek, a light kiss to his nose, and then a kiss
to each eyelid.  I bent over and buried my face in his neck My tongue
stroked his neck a few times before I pulled back and looked him in the
eye.  A deep passionate kiss and all I wanted was for the two of us to meld
together.  My right hand was wrapped around his shoulder; my left hand
squeezed a buttock.  My face buried in his neck, I branded him.  My puppy
whimpered and stretched out to give himself to my desires.

The video was forgotten.  I was alive.

End Ch Thirty.

To Be Continued

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