Date: Fri,  4 Jun 2004 01:36:07 -0400 (EDT)
From: Danny <twinkchaser@excite.com>
Subject: Love Magick Part 16

This is a work of fiction. It is straight out of my imagination, except for
most of the pagan practices mentioned. This is written for adults and if
you are not supposed to read this where you live, then please don't.


Part 16


I found Ryan holding my mother's hand in the waiting room.  They both stood
when I approached them.  I told mom that Dad and I had worked things out.
I just wished it had not taken a car accident to bring about peace.  I held
Mom for a moment and then told her that Ryan and I needed to talk.  She
nodded and let us go.  She still had his hand while she was hugging me.

Ryan followed me to one of the outdoor sitting areas.  I sat on a bench and
Ryan joined me.  He sat very close to me and took my hand.  We both stared
off into the evening sky.  The sun was setting and looked quite beautiful.
I remembered the time we knelt in devotion to the setting sun, and slipped
from the bench to kneel on the soft sand.  Ryan looked around and then
joined me.  We moved through the devotion, silently together.  We moved
back up onto the bench and continued holding hands.

"I think things will be better now," I said and Ryan squeezed my hand in
response.  " I had a lover a while back.  He died, nearly six years ago.
His name was Ward.  We met in a pagan group in college.  He was the one who
helped when Cecilia tried to curse me.  We were friends for a long time; a
few years in fact, until we realized we were in love.  I was dating Owen,
and I left him for Ward.  We were together for seven years before he died."
I turned away to hide my tears.

"How did he die, if you don't mind me asking," Ryan whispered as he moved
up behind my back.  He rested his chin on my shoulder and slid his arms
around me; either forgetting we were sitting on a public bench, or not
caring.

"He had a cerebral haematoma... when we were in bed."  Ryan held me tighter
and my tears dropped faster.  I sniffed a few times and continued.  "He
died very quickly.  They said there was nothing anyone could have done.  It
was... just one of those things."  We sat together in silence.  "I have not
been with anyone since.  I never wanted to... until now."

"Are you sure," he whispered.

"I am sure.  I love you, Ryan."  I felt Ryan's tears soak through the thin
fabric of my shirt.

"I love you, too," I turned around in his arms and leaned forward. He
gently pressed his lips to mine.  We parted and looked into each other's
eyes.  We sat back on the bench and held hands.

"I suppose it is my turn," Ryan said, staring down at his shoes.  I didn't
react, but I was bursting at the seams.  "I fell in love with you the
moment you opened the door.  This was hard for me, because I had never
fallen in love.  I had never been able to decide if I were gay, straight,
or bi.  I was... well, me."  I looked up at Ryan and squeezed his hand.

"I dated a bit in school, and I had sex in college.  I was with both women
and men.  None of them felt right, and I was worried that there was
something wrong with me.  When I saw you I knew I was in love.  Then the
reality set in, and I figured you would not be interested in me.  I'm so
much younger than you, with little experience."  I chuckled a bit at this.

"You haven't met many older gay guys have you," I asked, trying not to
laugh harder.

"Well, I was wrong.  I couldn't hide it anymore.  I had a drink or two to
give myself a little liquid courage, and made the leap of faith."

"I am glad you did, love," I said and cupped is cheek with my left hand.  I
glanced at my watch and realized we had been gone for half an hour.  I
stood up and turned around to helped him to his feet.  We walked back into
the hospital and found our way back to the recovery area.

"Here," Mom said as she jumped from her chair and handed me a handkerchief.
I took it gratefully and wiped away the tears that stained my cheeks.


Ryan and I stayed with Mom at her condo, Friday and Saturday.  I slept in
the den and Ryan slept in the living room.  We weren't ready to be a couple
for Mom and Dad.  We thought it would be a bit much at one time.  We met in
the bathroom to kiss before bed and showered together when Mom was out of
the apartment.  I was a little guilty, but I kept reminding myself that we
were adults.

Dad got out of the hospital on Sunday and we had a big dinner to welcome
him home.  He was like a different person.  He was the man I loved as a
child.  The man I feared and disliked was gone.  We stayed as long as we
could, but Ryan had to work on Monday.  We left for Savannah, in the
afternoon, and arrived home late that evening.

We dropped our things in the living room and went upstairs.  I pulled Ryan
to my room and into the bathroom.  I pulled his clothes off as he laughed
from me inadvertently tickling him.  I stripped off and we climbed in the
shower.  We washed each other and shampooed each other's hair.  I started
kissing him around the neck and slipped down onto my knees.  I took his
hardening cock in my hand and pulled back the foreskin.  I licked the tip
and ran my tongue around the head.  I put it in my mouth and sucked it down
my throat.  I sucked up and down and he started to moan.  He massaged my
shoulders as I worked on his tool.  I played with his balls until I felt
them tighten.  I moved faster until the first shot of cum hit the back of
my throat.  I sucked hard, taking every bit of cum he could give me.

He leaned back against the wall and tried to catch his breath.  I stood up
and kissed him, letting him taste his own cum in my mouth.  He started to
go down, but I stopped him.  He looked up with a puzzled expression.

"You need to go to bed," I said.  "It has been a long weekend and you need
some rest.  There is plenty of time."  He smiled and kissed me deeply.  We
got out of the shower and dried off.  We walked into the bedroom and Ryan
went to the window.  I watched as he knelt down and prayed in the light of
the moon.  He was so beautiful, nude, and bathed in blue light.  I knelt
next to him and performed a quick devotional.  We both moved to the bed and
snuggled together.  We drifted off to sleep; Ryan wrapped in my arms.


(To be continued)

The next chapter will be submitted soon.

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