Date: Thu, 26 Jun 2008 14:50:43 -0700 (PDT) From: D One Subject: The Lone Times Away from the house full of doting relatives, far from the school yard and classrooms and in the middle of summer, Chris found himself at the favorite place. He had come here before to be by himself. He lay there sometimes half naked and at other times totally bareassed letting the sun bake one side while the grass ticked the other. Sometimes he read and imagined. At other times he slept and dreamed. As the summers came and went, Chris returned to his spot away from highways and human noises to muse, think, grow and hold his blood filled penis fondling until his body demanded more. And more he gave it, often enjoying twice manipulated orgasms and at other times three time ejaculating on himself and the grass in this very natural act. He grew odler and lay there feeling the sun bake the puddles on day until they dried on his skin. Chris didn't hear the steps until the breath flowed on him from the thick smiling lips. The man was older, similar to his Grandfather or Uncle. His eyes twinkled and wide opened reveale the steel blue grey color that mesmerized Chris the first time he had seen such eyes elsewhere. The thoughts communicated, there were no words. "You ok?" Chris nodded. "Trust me?" Chris moaned and nodded again. The large hands crabgled his ankles as they lifted them back until Chris knees touched his smooth body. Chris breathed out in a long breath and inhaled just as deeply. "Just relax" the thought words said. The man's naked chest was hairy, gold rings dangled from his nipples. Chris knew the man had experience where he had none. He wanted that experience. "Breath" the thoughts said and Chris, anxious to learn all he could, did as he was told. There was no pain, only warmth. Chris felt his butthole dialated as this hard cock rubbed against his belly. He closed his eyes feeling the warmth inside him move about, go deeper then withdraw only to moved back again like the easy flowing rocking sensation of his Uncle's boat. Chris rocked as the man moved forward and back. "It won't take long" Chris wanted it to take long, so long, to feel inside him the rubbing, the thickness, the love that would charge his body again, renew his need to release, to massage his prostate full of sperm. "Shit" it was Chris time time and his words were out loud. The man chuckled knowing Chris was out of control. And he kept rocking, thrusting, withdrawing and thrusting again. When Chris orgasmed it was draingin, as if someone had reached inside him and with their fist grabbed his organs and pulled them out leaving him empty. He lay there for more then a few moments trying to regain his knowledge of the world around him. Chris lay there letting the sun heat and dry the sperm that had escaped him. He hoped that there was even more sperm inside him left by the mysterious man who had disappeared. "Shit" he said again out loud half expecting to hear the warm chuckle again, But the man had gone...disappeared with the final orgasm of that summer day. Chris weakly dressed himself and reached for his things, the book, the tupperware that had held his lunch, the dildo, the cloth he used to wipe himself of any undried remnants of his afternoon. Years later Chris Donovan, now a Doctor, returned to his house. It was sold. The area around it had been sold years before and condo townhomes filled what was once corn fields. His favorite spot was changed too. The hill overlooked townhomes and displayed a small park house. It was nice the spot remained available to others who needed a place to escape, to dream and enjoy the grass and sun. But it was smaller, public and no longer a place for one to lay as he had done. Memories of the man were there still. The air filled with memories of his chuckle, his warmth and his encounter. But then Chris could return to his own home which he shared with a different man, a real man who chuckled and shared the intimacy that Chris had only imagined so many years ago during his Lone Times at the special place.