Date: Wed, 05 Nov 2014 10:29:07 -0800
From: garystratford@yahoo.com
Subject: Part 4 - Together After the Fair

Together after the Fair
[Part 3 - Together After the Fair - Blissful Slumber]

*****

What a wonderful way to wrap up the day.  To have the one you are in love
with or falling in love with in your arms and in this case sharing the bed
you occupy at the moment.

Please let me know what you think (garystratford@yahoo.com).  Greg is a
wonderful boy/young man and he seems to enjoy my company.

This story depicts the sexual activity between an adult male and a teenage
boy.  If you aren't supposed to be reading this type of story, then stop.
Otherwise enjoy what you read.

Gary - older male
Greg - teenage boy

*****

...He paused a second or two and then answered.  "Well, you can fuck me
tomorrow or some other time.  I would like to snack on your cum."  He
resumed sucking my cock.

I enjoyed the feelings, but knew they would not last forever.  I started
bucking my hips to fuck my cock into his throat and finally reached that
point where my balls pulled tight and my body went rigid as the orgasm
rolled up from my toes.  The first jet went straight down his throat, but
the second and third ones made him gag and choke.  He attempted to swallow
those as well, but could not.  Most of my cum mixed with his saliva oozed
out of his mouth and down my cock.  As my cock finished its spasming Greg
cleaned up the residual cum and saliva mixture until it was nearly all
swallowed up.

He spun around and lay down next to me, pulling the covers up around our
shoulders.  We kissed and he yawned.  He snuggled close to me, I turned out
the lights.

"Good night, sexy."  I said.

"Good night, my handsome man."  Greg responded.

We drifted off to sleep in each others arms.

***** Part 4 - Together After the Fair - Blissful Slumber

It really has been too many years since I was able to sleep soundly and
without waking.  I had always thought activity such as fucking a sexy hot
guy would allow me to slumber through the night.  Sure I did have some
decent stretches of slumber and had some decent dreams most of the time,
other times there were gaps in the sleep and at times throughout my life
nightmares and images I would rather not see.

I came out of my slumber about 3 in the morning.  I lay there feeling the
warmth of Greg as he slumbered on, very smooth rhythmic breathing,
extremely peaceful.  His firm young body cleaving to mine, his drool
seeping out of the corner of his mouth and running down into my armpit.
No, my arm had not gone to sleep even though his head and neck had been
cradled there for a few hours.  His left hand sort of cupped my chest just
below the right nipple.  His arm draped at an angle across my abdomen up to
my chest.  One leg draped over mine.

I did not want to wake him, but I really wanted to get up and go sit in the
other room to think.  I don't recall exactly how I managed to extricate
myself from this magnificent specimen of teen boyhood, but I did without
waking him.

I slid from the bed, regretting that action almost immediately as the
temperature was a bit cool.  Greg's breathing remained constant and as I
pulled on some sweats I watched him slumber.  'How can someone so wonderful
and sexy, love this old man?'  I wondered.  No, I don't consider myself an
ancient creature by any means, but heck I am closer to 3 times his age,
what does that make me?  It causes me to chuckle when he says things like
boyfriend.  It has been way too many years since I was a boy.

I wandered out into the front room gathering space and opened the metal
door to the wood stove.  I stirred up the embers and added a couple of
pieces of wood.  Soon the lively flames danced in the box and the shadows
danced on the wall.  Mmmm, the warmth felt good.

I felt the warmth and relished it seeping into my body.  I stared out the
window at the lovely view and the lights across the water.  Serene and
wonderful.  With beauty like that outside your window and a raw wood fire
going inside you can get lost real quickly in your thoughts.

Mine of course focused at first on my new boyfriend, Greg.  That hot
football playing, wrestling, farm boy still asleep in the bedroom.  His
gorgeous face, heavenly hazel eyes and a few freckles, that ass - oooh,
that ass.  He was definitely arm and eye candy.

How could he love someone like me?  What was it about him that I am willing
to commit to forever with him if that is what will become of the two of us
together?  Were there too many guys in my past to allow me the pleasure of
just one guy, would I fail at being committed?

I thought about those past interludes, some conquests, some hearty in
feelings, but the more I thought about it the more I realized this was
actually only the second time I had honestly been in love.  The feelings
were there, the worry, the doubt the concern.  With so many of the others
where sex was involved it was honestly just sex, a few there was friendship
as well and even a bit more emotion, but after letting go of Robbie, no one
until Greg had ever captured my heart in the same way.

Still, how could Greg love a slutty fag like myself?  After all, some of my
sexual liaisons were one night stands, heck one hour sometimes.  There were
also the fun parties.  I breathed deeply as if to capture the scent of the
men who had gathered in this very cabin at one time or another to grope,
fuck and suck one another.  Yet, that all seemed hollow, fun memories, but
missing the substance that Greg seemed to bring back into my life.

I thought briefly of Robbie, my heart still has a space for him, but I
won't keep it open if Greg remains.  I do still have some difficulty when I
hear Robbie's voice and when I read emails or letters from him.

Then of course I will always have Jennifer as a friend, supporter,
confidant and one heck of a woman.  My one and only female sex partner
ever.  She is one lady who accepts me for being me and without her I would
never have had the pleasure of enjoying the company of Lucas.

Yes, Lucas.  He was such an amazing young boy, very resilient and mature
for his age.  He is now in his twenties, 22 I think if memory serves me
right.  Bachelor's degree in BioChemistry and is taking those damned
MCAT's.  He wants to be a Doctor.  He is straight, but maybe a little bent
in my direction having still let me suck that gorgeous cock of his on his
21st birthday.  Ha, he has definitely grown well beyond his early concerns.
He has dated a couple of wonderful gals, but he is mature enough to know
that his schooling comes first and that medical school can really put a
damper on a relationship.

Brad, my most trusted advisor and only major consistent 'friends with
benefits' buddy that I have ever had.  He and I have seen some terrible
things in some scary places.  I met him during my first duty assignment in
Germany, having returned there after coming home to formalize some items
after high school and enlisting in the Army.  Brad was a sergeant in one of
the mechanized infantry units to which I was attached as a combat medic.
Long story, will have to let you know about that sometime, but just a
tidbit for now - he took me to a brothel in Kaiserslautern, Germany (way
before the D.O.D. changed the rules).  Yes, he did.  He looked me straight
in the eye and said in a whisper "I will keep your secret safe forever.
Now get inside."  Again another long story, but he knew even though I did
not tell him ahead of time.  Maybe it takes one to know one.

I thought about the collection of men I have gotten to know over the years.
Some I have been intimate with and have gotten together with multiple times
and maybe even dated, some just friendly and some just raw sex at one of
Brad's parties.

Then there are the boys.  My philosophy is 'Who can say no to a boy who
wants to have sex with a man?'  Some have been return visitors and others
one time events, some quick, some interrupted and a few overnighters.

One young lad, my youngest guest ever, used to mow my lawn.  He was 12, a
bit chubby (no not a bad thing, just mentioning), hard diligent worker.  He
never liked to have his penis touched by me, did not want it sucked,
wouldn't suck my dick either, but he loved to get fucked.  Seriously, only
kid I ever knew who loved it and sometimes 'needed' more than one round
each visit.  I don't know why, but I always used a condom with him.  I
think he was actually getting fucked by other guys as well.  He and his
family moved away a little over a year after he started letting me fuck
him, almost like clockwork when my lawn was mowed or when the leaves were
raked, if I was home we got busy.

I kept coming around to the same thoughts, was I capable of committing to
Greg.  'I hope so', was all my inner voice could say.

I had my head in my hands shaking slowly.  Not quite teary eyed, but misty
all the same.  I swallowed and turned on some quiet background music and as
I stood back up and turned around to go sit in a chair I noticed Greg
standing there in some sweats, rubbing his eyes, and letting out a big yawn
as he stretched.

"Hey, mister.  Why'd you leave me in there alone?"  He asked.

I stepped close to him and hugged him tight.  "Oh, just couldn't sleep, so
I came out here to ponder my existence."  I said into his hair on the top
of his head as I kissed him and he snuggled tight against me allowing me to
hug him close.

"Whatcha thinking about?"  He asked.

"Well, about how unworthy I am and undeserving I am to have you love me the
way you say you do."  I said.

He pushed back from me a little and looked up at me shaking his head.  "I
thought we went through all of this stuff."

I nodded and then knelt slowly to the floor and took his hands in mine as
he stood there.  I clasped them together and kissed them.  I looked up at
him.  "Yes, I know we have."  I paused.  "I am concerned you may be rushing
into something you are not prepared to rush into and I don't want you
getting hurt.  Plus there is that age thing and all.  It flatters me
greatly that you think the way you do, but I don't want you to regret this
'us' thing."

He actually rolled his eyes.  "The thing I regret is not staying in bed all
warm and toasty."  He snarkly stated.  Then continued, "Gary, I love my
parents dearly and my brothers as well.  The feelings I am developing for
you are so different and I will admit frightening at times.  Frightening in
a good way as in that butterfly in the stomach type of feeling."  He shook
his head a bit and looked out of the window and breathed in deeply then
continued.  "I can walk up to my dad, wrap my arms around him and even give
him a kiss on the cheek.  He hugs me back and even kisses me on the cheek.
I feel safe in his arms, very loved and very safe in his home.  The same is
true with my mom, she smiles at me and still ruffles my hair and her hugs
make me feel great.  I love being their son."

He paused and swallowed as tears came to his eyes.  "When I am with you or
think about you, I feel different.  My heart beats a little faster, my
stomach feels as if butterflies are flitting about in it.  Sometimes when I
think about being in bed with you and I get flushed and think, wow hot
dude.  Again, I have never felt like this about anyone ever and I know you
are a lot older than me, but I don't care."

He sighed.  "After we met at the fair and you left, my head was spinning."
he said and smirked as he blushed, then continued.  "Yes, the sex was
amazing, is AMAAAAZING, but wandering around the fair with you was just as
amazing."

I squeezed his hands again and opened my mouth, but he wasn't done.
"Please let me get this all out."  He asked and I remained quiet.  "My mom
was the first to notice something different and for a while there she
actually thought I had met a girl that I liked.  While they still do not
know about us, for a while they thought I had a girl who I was interested
in.  I asked my mom about her and my dad because I was having all of these
feelings, not that I told her about them, but I asked her about when she
knew she wanted to be with my dad."  He looked at me.  Pulled a hand free
from mine and wiped his tears away.  "She told me that when he walked into
her High School Geometry class and sat down, she turned to her best friend
and said 'Kelly, you see Garrett over there?' and apparently my mom's
friend Kelly knew who she was talking about and my mom stated very firmly
'Well, I am planning on marrying him one day after we graduate' and as far
as I know neither of them dated anyone else.  My mom told me that she knew
what she knew."  He recalled then finished with "If my mom can pick the
husband she wanted while in high school, then why can't I know who I want
to be with?"

I nodded.  "Okay, I think I understand."  I said as I stood up.

We embraced and started to sway to the music and I found out this young man
can actually legitimately slow dance and respond very well to a few dance
steps.  He is very good on his feet.  We danced for a few minutes, he laid
his head on my chest and then rose up on tip toes and kissed me full on the
lips.  We kissed and our tongues twirled together.

We broke our embrace and he looked at me.  "Gary, accept me and my love as
I truly feel in love with you.  I guess I am old enough and fairly smart
enough to know that it is not the norm, our relationship that is, but I
don't want to live by someone else's rules for my life."

That was a fair statement.  I lived for several years under a set of really
weird rules.  That 'Don't Ask, Don't Tell' framework really kept a lot of
good people out of the military and chased a fair amount out.  I think I
understand what he is getting at.

Greg turned, but held onto my hand as he tugged me to the bedroom.  "Come
back to bed."  He said and then actually wiggled his butt at me.  "Please
take me to bed."

I stopped him and asked.  "Greg, if there was no sex would you still feel
the way you do about me?"

He cocked his head.  He sighed and nodded.  "I believe so.  The sex just
makes it more exciting."  He added.

"Please don't think the sex is the only thing that keeps me coming back."
I said.

He smiled and blushed.  "Oh, that is nice to know."

He pulled me along and we went back into the bedroom.  He quickly stripped
naked and jumped back into bed.  I stripped and joined him.  He kissed me
and then said, "I think my ass needs some kissing and loving and then a
nice fucking if you have the energy, old man."  He giggled.

I wriggled my eyebrows at him as he rolled over onto his belly and stuffed
a pillow under his hips wiggling that behind at me oh so saucily.  I
crawled up between his spread legs and cupped his sexy muscular buns in my
hands and gently spread them apart, I leaned in and inhaled deeply.  Oh
boy, he is hot for sure.

I leaned in further and licked the full length of his ass crack.  Greg
pushed back at me and moaned in pleasure.

I started licking with firm intent.  My tongue slaved his ass and moistened
it.  I nibbled on his buns and nipped a few hairs, tugging at them
playfully.  Eliciting a squeaky yelp or two, "Yiiikes, careful big guy."
He said.

I went back to licking that wonderful tasty ass.  Rolled up my tongue and
speared it through the center of his anal ring.  "Yessss, damn, feels
good."  He urged me.

I could taste him and smell his sweaty teen boy ass.  It made my cock hard.
I wanted to get it inside of him.

I pulled back from his ass.  "Ummm, ohh."  Greg sighed as I pulled my
tongue out of his ass and urged him to roll over.

I leaned back and retrieved the lube as Greg repositioned himself on his
back.  He adjusted the pillow under his but angling it up at me and as I
slicked up my cock he hooked his hands at his knees and pulled his legs
back and further apart.  He licked his lips and urged me to mount him.

"Please put it in me, sexy."  He said.

I smiled at him and nodded my head.  "Hear it comes my teen stud."  I
responded as I leaned closer placing the head of my cock at the center of
his anal ring.  I held the base of my cock steady as I applied pressure and
felt the tug and finally the blossoming open of his ass while it accepted
the head of my cock inside.

I then steadied and supported myself with my elbows on either side of his
body and closed the gap between him and me.  We kissed and as we broke the
embrace I applied pressure and force with my hips driving my cock firmly,
but slowly inside his teen ass until I bottomed out, my balls coming to
rest in the crack of his ass.  Greg leaned his head back, closed his eyes,
sighed pleasurably and announced.  "Ahhhhhhh, now that is another thing I
like about you.  That cock feels good up in there.  Yesssssssss."

I kissed him and nuzzled his neck and ears as I started to stroke in and
out of his gripping ass.  I pulled out, leaving the head inside, pausing
briefly before driving forcefully back inside grinding away as I bottomed
out again and again making sure to apply pressure to my boyfriend's
prostate.  I picked up speed and kept driving as deep into his ass as I
could, firmly grinding as I hit bottom.  Greg started gripping my sides and
back and humping his ass up at my pelvis meeting my downward thrusts.

As I increased the speed of my thrusts he brought one hand between us and
gripped his cock firmly.  He began to stroke his cock firmly and quickly.
The head of his cock swelled with the blood forced into it by his erection
and more because of the forcefulness of his grip.  "Oh, damnnnnnn, Gary,
gonnnnna cummmmmm."  He panted out.

I tried to increase the speed of my thrusts some more just as Greg's cock
unleashed its jets of cum coating his abdomen and chest and chin.
"Agggghhh, cummmminnng."  He grunted and brought his head up to kiss my
chest as he hugged me close.

As his ass began to clamp down and spasm around my cock I forcefully
planted it again to the root and bottomed out as my orgasm gripped me.  I
released several strong ropes of cum inside his ass and ground my hips as
my cock spasmed inside him.

I angled back a bit so that we could kiss, my cock still sheathed in his
tight ass.  It was softening, but firm enough to remain inside for the time
being as we kissed and I kept grinding my pelvis against his upturned ass.

"Ummm, nice."  Greg said.

Greg lowered his legs back to the bed and I allowed my cock to slip free
from his gripping ass.  It pulled free wetly and draped in his crack
painting his lower crack with the mixture of my cum and his internal ass
juices.  I maneuvered onto the bed beside him as he pulled the pillow out
from under his butt.

I leaned over and licked up the remnants of his cum from his front.  I
swirled my cum coated tongue around and on his nipples.  He was still a bit
sticky as we snuggled close and basked in the afterglow of our shared
orgasms.

Greg reached a hand up to caress my chin.  'So mature and self assured for
one only 14.' I thought to myself.

He smiled at me.  "Just so you know, I have no desire to have my dad fuck
me.  You are the guy I need to be with.  The one my heart jumps around
wildly every time I think of you.  I do love you, please let me love you."
Greg said.

I nodded.  "Thanks sexy.  I love you too."

We both fell back to sleep.

***** End Part 4 - Together After the Fair - Blissful Slumber

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
~William Shakespeare, Mid-Summer Night's Dream, 1595

Who determines when you should fall in love, when you should allow your
heart to open and accept the love of another?  Many have thrown their
hearts onto the alter of love praying for a miracle and others have just
blindly stumbled into the path of love.  Fewer still can predict the
outcome of what love has in store for those it touches.

There is no magic age nor length of time that boxes love into a package.
We cannot choose the time when, or the who our heart decides to love.
Loving opens you up to be hurt, but fearing to love because you may be hurt
is an injustice to yourself and to the one you are meant to love.

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