Date: Thu, 9 Apr 1998 05:42:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: JT Michcock <jtmichcock@yahoo.com>
Subject: "A Day to Remember"

"A Good Morning"
By JT Michcock

     Zack woke up exhausted.  The night he had spent with Paul was the
most incredible night of sex he had ever had.  Paul had fallen asleep
next to him on the small twin-sized bed and had been there all night
long.  Zack could not have felt more comfortable despite the cramped
conditions.
     Their arms and legs were tangled together, and their nude bodies
pressed against each other, as though they had slept this way all
their lives.  Paul's face was mere inches from his own, his features
displaying the glow of a peaceful night's sleep.
     Zack imagined his lips on his lover as he inhaled his scent.  The
room still reeked of the sex from the night before.  It smelled
wonderful to Zack and a renewed sense of energy filled him. A person
who loved him was in front of him.  A person whom Zack loved more than
anyone.
     Zack stroked Paul's bare arm lightly so as to not awaken him. 
Paul murmured slightly in his sleep as he felt his lover's touch. 
Zack smiled.  This was the best.  No more pain, no more fear.  He was
ready to live the rest of his life with the person tangled up with
him.  They had made that promise to one another.
     The irony of the situation provoked a smile from Zack.  Here he
was, Zack Thomas, a person who had traveled to dozens of countries as
an army brat and had met thousands of other people all over the world.
 And the person who told him would share the rest of his life with him
was from his own back yard.  In fact their dads had grown up right
next door to one another until Zack's own father had joined the
service.  It was by sheer luck that their parents ran into each other
while helping both boys move into their dorm room.
     Zack's freshman year in college was going much better than he
expected.
     Paul was the first person that Zack had ever fallen asleep with
after sex.  With the few other lovers he had in high school, after the
sex was over, they had always parted.  Zack could not believe how
wonderful it was to fall asleep in someone else's arms as he snuggled
a bit closer.
     But there were still things to do today, not the least of which
was seeing his parents home after the end of the homecoming ceremony. 
And looking at the clock next to the bed, Zack could see that they
were already running late.  Moving toward his mate, Zack planted a
kiss on his lover's mouth.
     "Good morning, Paul," said Zack softly.  Paul awoke with a smile
on his face 
       "Morning," mumbled Paul, snuggling closer to Zack.
     "We have to get up," said Zack, applying kisses to his cheek.
     "Um hmm," responded Paul quietly as he seemed to drift back to
sleep.  Zack made a mental note that Paul was definitely not a morning
person as he reluctantly disentangled himself from his comforting
embrace.
     Reaching the bathroom they shared in the small dorm room, Zack
found that Paul was a bit more alert than he thought as his lover
grabbed him around the waist.   Zack was trying to pee into the toilet
when Paul decided to embrace him.  Kissing his neck, and looking over
his lover's shoulder, Paul quietly wrapped one arm around his lover's
chest and he gently began teasing his nipple.  Soon, Zack felt Paul's
other hand move into his ass crack that he had pleasured so richly the
evening before.
     Zack inhaled deeply at the stimulation he was feeling.  Paul was
so intimate with him.  Paul loved him unconditionally.  Every chance
Paul had when they were alone, Zack felt wanted.  Not just for his
body or his mind, but for everything.  Whenever they were alone in a
room together (and sometimes even when others were present) the teens'
hands invariably drifted to each other's bodies.  And whenever they
were apart, both boys confessed an insatiable craving for the other.
     Turning his head, Zack brushed his lips against Paul's cheek and
felt the bristles.
     "You need a shave," murmured Zack, turning his attentions to
Paul's ear lobe.  Paul brought his own lips up to his lover's face.
     "You too," responded Paul.  Zack giggled as Paul lapped all over
his face.
     After Paul allowed Zack to fondle and caress him during his own
toilet, they hopped in the shower stall for further intimacies.
     "What do you think about Steve's suggestion that we come to the
nudist colony and have a commitment ceremony?" asked Zack as Paul
adjusted the shower temperature.
     "I think Steve just wants to see both of us naked," responded
Paul laughing.  Reaching over to the dispenser, Paul soaped up Zack's
body.
     "Hmmm," said Paul as his hand gave Zack a playful slap on the
butt, "I can't say I blame him."  Zack blushed a bit at this as he
grabbed at Paul's ass.  After a bit of horseplay, the two were again
locked in an embrace, the soap rinsing off of them as their bodies
pressed ever tighter.
     "How much time do we have?" asked Paul.
     Zack's eyes flashed over to the clock.  "About 20 minutes, a
half-hour if we push it."
     "Plenty of time," responded Paul, as he started going down on Zack.
     As Paul's mouth swallowed his cock, Zack moaned with pleasure. 
Pistoning up and down on his tool, Paul took time out gently massage
his lover's balls with one hand while he moved the other hand between
Zack's ass cheeks.
     Zack parted his legs to allow Paul better access.  Soon, Zack was
rewarded with Paul's finger up his ass.  The rhythm of Paul's cock
sucking matched the finger fucking of Zack's ass.  Zack grunted as the
pulsing beats brought closer him to the edge.
     Sensing his lover's emerging orgasm, Paul relented for a bit and
allowed his mouth to drift back to Zack's.  After sharing kisses, Zack
returned the favor by going down on his lover's body.
     Trailing his tongue down Paul's muscular torso, Zack was filled
with joy at the thought that he would be able to again explore his
lover's body.  Paul had a pretty hairy chest and the hairs tickled his
nose as he orally worshiped him.  Zack wanted to be intimately
familiar with every inch of Paul and to touch him in every way
possible.  Over and over again.
     As he reached Paul's package, Zack inhaled his eight inch cock
and soon found his nose buried in pubic hair.  The water rushed over
Paul's body as he began to piston slowly into Zack's mouth.  Paul's
throbbing cockhead banged repeatedly against the back of Zack's throat
as the passion of his thrusts increased in tempo.  Just as he was
ready to explode, Paul removed his tool from Zack's mouth with a loud
gasp.  Too soon to cum.
     Zack arose and took Paul back into his arms.
     "Do you know what I want?" asked Paul, meeting Zack's lips with
his own.  Paul's eyes seemed on fire as he looked intently at Zack.
     "What's that?" asked Zack, licking Paul's lips.
     "I want you to go up my ass," said Paul as he pressed his lips
fully onto Zack's mouth.  For a long time they stood there, their
tongues dancing inside each other, until Paul released and turned
around.  Bending over in the small shower stall, Paul grabbed his
ankles.  Zack grabbed Paul around the waist and knelt down, his tongue
targeting the area within his lover's ass crack.  As Zack buried his
face into the rim, Paul moaned softly.
     After making sure that the hole was sufficiently lubricated, Zack
arose to ride Paul.  Inserting his cockhead into Paul's waiting hole,
Zack exerted a significant amount of pressure to implant his tool into
the very tight asshole.
     Zack moved further up his lover's ass and he found his cock being
significantly pleasured by the sensation.  As Zack felt the smack of
his balls on Paul's ass cheeks, he knew he was fully inserted.  Paul
groaned and, letting go of his ankles, stood upright and grabbed
Zack's head from behind.  As he did so, Zack reached over and inserted
his tongue in Paul's waiting mouth.  Zack began pistoning his cock
into Paul's hole as he tongue-fucked with his mouth.  The pace
gradually increased in tempo until Zack was ready to erupt into Paul. 
Just as he was ready to spill, Zack withdrew.  Still too soon.
     Zack pulled Paul around and they began to kiss passionately, 
both youths rubbing each other's torsos against the other.  It was
time.  Paul had taught Zack this technique that he had picked up in
his "studies" of Indian culture.
     Simultaneously, and in the heat of their passion, both erupted on
each other.  The water from the shower mixed with each other's hot
spunk as they continued to kiss.
     That was beyond everything, thought Zack, as he worked on his
lover's mouth with his own.  The pulses of orgasm caused both youths
to groan while they embraced.
     As the kisses subsided, Zack looked into Paul's eyes.
     "I love you, Paul," said Zack, his eyes flashing.
     "I love you, Zack," responded Paul, taking his lover's package
into his hands and fondling it.
     Zack's eyes glanced at the clock.  Not much time left.
     "We better get going," said Zack reluctantly.
     Paul's face took on the appearance of a sad puppy.  "Can't they
wait?"
     "No, babe, we have to get our asses moving," responded Zack, with
a tone of mock criticism.
     "Have I ever told you how much I like seeing your ass move?"
responded Paul, trying to grab more kisses as well as his companion's
butt.  This elicited laughter from both youths as they finished their
shower.
     Both youths emerged from the stall and dried each other off with
some extra large towels that Paul had replicated.  After finishing,
Paul hopped on the small sink and sat down.  There was barely enough
room for him to fit on top.
     "What's going on?" asked Zack as he moved next to the sink.
     Reaching over to grab the sonic razor he shared with Zack, Paul
looked invitingly over to Zack.
     "You said I needed a shave," said Paul. "Would you like to shave
me?"
     Zack grinned, and an idea popped in his head as he decided to
join Paul on the sink.  Paul nearly fell off as Zack moved into
position.
     "What are you doing?" asked Paul laughing with astonishment. 
Their legs intertwined, the two nude lovers found themselves tightly
joined at the crotch, their bodies touching intimately as both
attempted to maintain their balance.
     "I'll shave you," said Zack, as he planted a kiss on Paul's lips.
 "But you have to shave me first."
     Paul grinned as he turned on the electric shaver.  Constantly
adjusting their bodies to keep their balance, and also to keep each
other turned on, Zack and Paul took turns shaving each other's faces.
     "Have you scheduled the room?" asked Paul, lifting his neck to
allow Zack to shave under his chin.  To celebrate their commitment,
Zack had suggested a rather romantic evening.
     "Yep," responded Zack, moving the razor carefully under Paul's
adams apple.  "The hot tub room off campus.  I spoke to the manager
yesterday to confirm it."
     The "hot tub" room, as it was known by the college students, was
actually a rather secluded and small area right next to the health
club both youths belonged to.  Zack had found out on starting classes
that the facility was frequently used by the university students for
more intimate recreation.  Featuring a large video screen, couples
were allowed an outstanding view of romantic videos while soaking in a
bubble bath built for two.  The roof of the facility was made of class
and candles were in abundance.
     In the starlight, lovers would be able to enjoy romantic music
with their view. The waiting list to access the room was over three
months long, but Zack managed to pull a few strings.
     "Did you get the champagne?" asked Zack.
     "You bet," responded Paul.  "Dom Perignon, 1996.  Only the best."
 Zack smiled at this knowingly, remembering his conversation with Paul
about what to buy with the recent student loan payment.
     "Did you get the strawberries?" asked Paul.
     "Yep," said Zack, "Real strawberries with real chocolate covering
them.  A gift from my parents."
     Paul moved his head down and smiled.  "You remember you promised
me that we'd get to taste the first one together."
     "Of course," said Zack, as he put down the razor and grabbed Paul
around the neck. "You don't think that I'd eat a chocolate covered
strawberry without your mouth on mine.  That just wouldn't taste right."
     "Hey," said Paul devilishly as he moved closer to Zack, "who
needs the strawberries and chocolate when I can taste your mouth right
now?"  Paul pressed his mouth onto Zack's and they kissed sweetly.
     "Are we sappy or what?" asked Zack, a wide grin on his face.
     "As sappy as a Harlequin Romance novel," responded Paul,
returning the grin.
     "And I really don't care," said Zack, as he reattached his mouth
to Paul's.  "I just wish we could just sit here all day like this. 
You and me, alone."
     "Me too," responded Paul, "except we've got folks waiting for us."
     "Yow," said Zack, looking at the clock, "are we ever late."
     Quickly, Zack and Paul exited from their nest on the sink, nearly
falling over.  Rapidly dressing and hiding their erections under
clothing as well as they could, they speedily exited to the rendezvous
point.  Both Paul and Zack hoped they did not miss the opportunity to
see their parents off.
     Zack and Paul held one another's hands on the car ride over to
the hotel.  Alone in the elevator on the way to meet their parents,
they did manage to neck for the few seconds while they were in motion.
But this left both only hungry for more.  As soon as their parents
gone, they had promised each other that they would return to the room
for a hot make-out session.
     Zack smiled as they reached their parents' floor in the hotel. He
was ready for anything now as his lover Paul returned the grin.  It
had been a good morning and it was looking like it would be an even
better afternoon.


"A Better Afternoon"
By JT Michcock

     As they entered the dorm room, Zack spun onto his lover's bed
with a smile and a sigh from exhaustion.  Paul soon followed and
plopped down next to him.  The shuttle safely departed for the
airport, their parents en route.  A lot had happened over the last few
days with homecoming festivities and this was the first time in Zack's
memory that he could relax.
     As Paul rolled over to look at Zack, he smiled at him silently. 
His eyes told Zack all he needed to know.  Paul took Zack's hand into
his own and brought it up to his mouth, kissing it sweetly.  Zack
pressed his lips on Paul's forehead
and held fast for a minute.  
     After this, the young lovers simply looked at each other, knowing
they were looking at the most important person in each other's lives.
     "You're an idiot," said Zack lovingly.
     "Who, me?" responded Paul, raising his eyebrows.
     "Yes, you," giggled Zack.  "Don't you think those people at the
Burger King saw you stick your foot in my crotch?"
     "Absolutely not," protested Paul, still professing some
astonishment.  "I was very discreet and I moved so quickly no one
could see me."
     "Are you going to talk about your cat-like reflexes again?" said
Paul.  "Cause if you are..."  Zack never had a chance to finish the
last part of his sentence as his mouth was soon covered by his lover's
lips.
     "And your foot was cold!" yelled Zack, wresting his mouth away
and laughing.
     "Well," responded Paul, "If you had left it there a little
longer, it would have warmed up."
     With this, the two lovers embraced and rolled off the side of the
bed.  The tumble only caused an increase in their laughter.  As it
finally subsided, both teens reached up and plopped their bodies back
on the bed.
     "Speaking of Burger King," said Zack, rising to head into the
bathroom, "I have to brush my teeth to get rid of the taste of that
secret sauce."
     "No," said Paul, "Burger King just has mayo, McDonald's has the
secret sauce."
     "Okay, mayo then," said Zack. "Where's the toothbrush?" asked
Zack as he reached the small bathroom that served their room.
     "Third drawer down, in the container," responded Paul.
     "Got it," responded Zack.  Shortly, Zack emerged from the
bathroom with a froth of toothpaste circling his mouth and was working
on his molars.
     "In the bathroom, in the bathroom," scolded Paul, rising up to
guide his roommate back.
     "Yer such a neat freak," mumbled Zack as he returned to the sink.
 As they entered the room, Paul leapt atop the sink, reminding Zack of
how they spent a good part of the morning intertwined up there.  Paul
smiled invitingly at Zack.
     "Oh, no," mumbled Zack, "not before I spit in the sink."  With
this, Zack lifted his companion off the sink and deposited him
playfully on the floor.  Taking a bit of water into his mouth, Zack
swirled and spit.  After wiping off his face, Zack turned to Paul with
a smile.
     "Your turn," said Zack as he inserted their toothbrush into
Paul's mouth.  With this, Zack headed off to the bedroom, leaving his
roommate with a mouth full of toothbrush.
     "I'm going to be lying in bed," said Zack as Paul heard him plop
down.  "I want some `minty fresh' mouth on mine and quick."
     "Coming," mumbled Paul as he quickened his brushing.  Outside the
bathroom, Paul could hear Zack bouncing back and forth
     "No secret sauce breath!" yelled Zack.
     "Mayo!" yelled Paul in return as both teens laughed.


     As Paul entered the bedroom, he saw what he was looking for. 
There was Zack, the love of his life, lying on the bed waiting just
for him.  Paul walked over to the bed, their eyes on each other
constantly.
     "`Scuse me, sir, said Paul.  "I got an order for a minty fresh
breath I'm supposed to be delivering around here.  Do you know who
ordered it?"
     "Um," said Zack, a look of puzzlement on his face, "I think that
it was ... me!"  With this, Zack sat up and pulled his lover's mouth
into his own.  The feeling was electric in the room as their lips
melted into each other.  Zack was in ecstasy as he felt Paul's hot
breath enter his lungs.
     "Tastes great," whispered Zack, licking Paul's lips lightly.     
 "I thought you'd like that," whispered Paul.  His brown eyes looked
directly into Zack's deep blue ones.  They could look at each other
like this all day long, and into the night.  Here in front of Paul was
the person he was intended to be with forever, through all the ups and
downs he was to face.  Here was the person who would be forever by his
side.
     "Y'know," said Zack aloud, "I can't believe how much has changed.
 College, moving away from home, meeting you...."
     Paul placed his hand on Zack's chest and began to stroke.  "I
know, a lot's happened to both of us."
     "Everything," said Zack, speaking to both his companion as well
as to himself.  "My entire life is different now."
     Paul brought his hand to Zack's face and smiled.  "I'm just glad
that I've got you with me now."
     "That's the one part of all this that has sunk in," said Zack,
smiling at his lover.  "I am so damn happy I found you."
     "And I'm so happy I found you too," responded Paul, stroking
Zack's face lightly.  Zack moved closer and kissed Paul lightly on the
lips.  Smiles lit up both their faces.
     "I love you so much, Paul," said Zack.
     "And I love you more than anything," said Paul as he applied his
lips to Zack's.  For a while the two lovers seemed content to kiss
lightly, enjoying the presence of each other.
     "Paul?" said Zack, pausing briefly.  "I have a question."
     "Um-hum," said Paul, trying to keep his attentions focused on
Zack's lips.
     "It's kind of stupid," said Zack.
     Paul opened his eyes, curious about the kind of question Zack
would consider "stupid."
     "Shoot," said Paul, "I'm listening."
     "Are you sure Burger King has mayo and not secret sauce," said
Zack as he burst out laughing.
     With this, Paul lifted up a pillow and began to whack Zack with
it playfully.  "Or maybe it was the other way around," said Paul,
laughing loudly.
     "Be serious," said Zack, kissing Paul on the forehead.
     "I'm always serious," said Paul, biting playfully on Zack's nose.
     "Anyway, what I know is when we first met, I wanted to be with
you," continued Zack.  "Did you feel the same way?"
     "Yes," responded Zack.  "I knew it when I first saw you and I
don't think I can explain it to you.  I knew from the start you were
going to be my lover and my best friend."
     Zack kissed Paul lightly on the lips.  He loved him so much.     
 "Watch this," said Paul arising from the bed.
     "What now?" responded Zack, curious to see what Paul would do next.
     "Would you like to see me naked?" asked Paul, wrapping his arms
seductively around his torso and grabbing onto his shirt.
     "Always," responded Zack, laughing.
     Paul removed his shirt, showing off his hairy chest.
     "Hang on a second," continued Zack, opening his arms, "not all of
you yet."
     With this, Paul put his shirt on the floor and sat down next to
Zack.  Zack took the opportunity to examine his lover's chest, running
his hands across his well-muscled torso.  Unlike Zack, Paul had quite
a bit of chest hair.  And Zack enjoyed more than anything running his
fingers through it.  Paul held his chest out proudly as he allowed his
lover's caresses.
     "My whole body," whispered Paul, as he looked into Zack's eyes,
"belongs to you."
     "And my body," whispered Zack, "is yours."
     Paul bent down and their lips met once again.  Breathless and
intense, their kisses drove into each other's souls.  This was hot,
hotter than either teen had ever experienced.  This was love as pure
as it came.
     Rising up for air, they looked into each other's eyes again. 
Touching the folds of his lover's shirt, Paul helped Zack remove his
top.  Now it was Paul's turn to touch his lover's chest.  Completely
smooth, Paul delighted in the feel of his lover's warm skin beneath
his hand.  He looked at the form of his lover.  He wanted to be
intimately familiar with every contour and feature on Zack's body, to
memorize every part so that the memory would be burned into his soul. 
This was true love by any definition.  Paul would do anything, go
anywhere and sacrifice everything for the touch of the person in front
of him.
     Zack arose from the bed and brought Paul with him.  Together they
embraced, their nude chests and arms intertwined, their bodies melting
as one.  Zack and Paul's mouths met and they again shared their
breaths.  Both knew it was time to bring this to the next level.
     Zack made the first move as he reached down to Paul's pants and
undid the clasp.  Slowly, Zack pulled down Paul's pants while his
tongue still danced in his lover's mouth.  Breaking away, Zack began
to move downward on his lover's body, his tongue tracing a line of
saliva down Paul's torso.  Paul's breath became shallower in
anticipation of the pleasuring his lover would soon provide.  
     As Zack reached his destination, he slowly teased Paul's
cockhead, absorbing the crown into his mouth and allowing his tongue
to play with the opening.  Paul moaned softly as Zack excited his
manhood beyond words.
     With a slow and steady motion, Zack brought the rest of his lover
into his mouth as Paul ran his fingers through his companion's soft
brown hair.  The taste of his lover's hard and sensuous cock was
leaving Zack breathless as the shaft went further down his throat.  As
he reached the base, Paul paused to breathe in his lover's scent.  The
scent of a man.  Of his man.  Of the one person in the world he wanted
to please more than any other.
     And pleasure was provided as Paul vocalized his delight.  Zack
began to piston on his lover and he was soon rewarded for his efforts
as the hot juice of the man he loved erupted into him.  The taste and
smell of the bounty was overwhelming.  More than feeding his body,
Zack felt as though his soul was being nourished by the meal his mate
provided.
     After allowing his lover's spunk to flow down his throat, Zack
arose to face Paul again.  Their passions met as Paul's mouth covered
Zack and they shared his seed.  
     Slowly, Paul moved to undo his lover's pants and, after pausing
first to enjoy the erect brown nipples he coveted, he soon found his
mouth on his mate's tool.  He serviced the teen dutifully and was soon
rewarded with the outpouring from the orgasm that ripped through
Zack's body.
     The fluid that filled Paul's mouth was the most delicious thing
he ever tasted.  But it was more than just that.  It was the life
force of his lover that was flowing down his throat.  Paul felt as
though God had graced him with this bounty, that it was his sacred
honor to absorb a part of Zack into him like this.
     Rising again, Paul guided Zack down on the bed, both still
breathing heavily from the orgasms that had ripped through them.  They
lay together side by side, their nude bodies tangled together.  They
were one as they lay there, a single entity formed from two separate
beings.  An entity that was greater than the sum of its parts.
     Their breathing soon became more relaxed as the experience became
more distant.  Their kisses were now sweeter and more delicate, pink
tongues lapping at reddened lips.  Their tools may have been less
engorged, but their fervor -- their love for one another -- was as
intense as ever.
     "Zack," said Paul softly as he held his lover close to him.
     "Um hmm," responded Zack trying to touch ever part of his lover
as they lay together.  Paul's face lit up with a smile.
     "You know you taste like secret sauce," said Paul with a laugh.
     "Well, you taste like mayo," responded Zack, joining in the
laughter.
     Again, their lips met as they held each other close.  Snuggling
ever closer, Paul and Zack drifted slowly to sleep.  Once again, both
were where they wanted to be, in each other's arms.  Their bodies as
one and their sould joined.
     As good as the morning had been, the afternoon had been even
better.


...And A Wonderful Evening
By JT Michcock  

     The candles smelled wonderful as Zack lit the last of them.  Zack
turned to Paul and saw that he was checking to see if the champagne
was cold enough.  The fleecy bathrobes they were wearing turned Zack
on and the waiting was making him rather impatient.
     "Is it ready?" asked Zack.
     "About five more minutes," responded Paul, as he rotated the
bottle in the ice.  "Almost there."
     The room was bigger than both of them had expected. Included with
a hot tub was a king-sized bed to accommodate an overnight stay. 
Supposedly, the health club owner had constructed the room at his
girlfriend's insistence and only opened it up to the public after she
left him for another man.  The owner gave the club members first
priority to rent out the facility.  Zack and Paul happened to be two
of those members.
     "I was worried as hell when the attendant stopped us," said Zack.
"I thought they were going to throw us out."
     "Nah," said Paul.  "I hid the bottle too well.  They would have
never found it."  Only being 18, the pair were particularly concerned
about the campus crackdown on underage drinking that usually
accompanied Homecoming.
     Zack approached Paul from behind and grabbed him around the
waist, pressing his lips into his lover's neck.
     "I'm so hot," murmured Zack as he licked Paul's neck.
     "Mmmm hmmm," responded Paul, chuckling softly. "I can tell. 
Either that or I have to ask why you have a gun pointed in my ass." 
Zack laughed at this.
     As he turned to face him, Zack could see that Paul had unfastened
the cord around his robe, exposing his body and his own erection. 
Zack took the cue and undid his own robe.  The bare fronts of their
bodies pressed against each other as their lips met.  Exquisite,
thought Zack, as he felt the hot throb of their erect packages meet.
     "Let's pop it now," whispered Paul, biting Zack's lips with his
teeth.
     Zack smirked and looked down at Paul's manhood.  "A little soon,
isn't it?"  Paul grinned.
     "The champagne, you idiot," said Paul, laughing.
     "Let's do it," said Zack as he reached for the Dixie cups.
     Paul soon popped the cork and the fizz from the champagne erupted
from the bottle.  Quickly, so as to not let any of the rather
expensive beverage fall to the floor, Zack brought the cups up and let
Paul fill them.  Replacing the Dom Perignon in the bucket, Paul took
his cup from Zack and stole a kiss from his lover.
     Both sipped from the cups and commented on the bubbles.  The
music from the stereo system was playing their favorite CD and the
aroma from the candles filled the room.  It was a clear and crisp fall
night, and the starlight that filled the glass ceiling seemed to look
upon their union with favor.
     Paul and Zack looked into each other's eyes and smiled sweetly. 
It was time for them to move forward, time to move their passions from
feeling to being.  Time to make love.
     "Shall we?" said Zack as he gestured to the hot tub bubbling away
in the corner. 
     "Certainly," replied Paul as they both headed over to the tub.  
Without further ado, both allowed their robes to fall to the floor and
stepped into the warm and bubbling water.  Their attentions
immediately went to the other as they found themselves wrapped in a
glance amid the steam that arose from the water.  Sitting down inside
the heated bath, Paul and Zack adjusted themselves so that they would
be facing one another, eyes meeting and passions expressed without
words.  Slowly, the moved toward one another, reaching for the embrace
of the other that they craved so much.
     They took each other's mouths.  Their lips merged and their
tongues entered each other's bodies.  The water splashed up against
their bodies as they shuddered in joy.  Paul would make the first move
now as he began pawing Zack's chest, his nails marking his territory. 
Telling the world that Zack belonged to him.  Paul moved lower on his
lover's body until he reached that chest that he adored so much,
taking a nipple into his mouth and suckling the pleasure from it.
     As he moved his mouth down his face met the bubbling water. 
Beneath this, his mouth plunged for the treasure awaiting him.  Zack,
his face contorting in pleasure, allowed his body to float upwards as
the hands of his lover guided him further upward.  Soon, Zack's
manhood arose from under the surface like the prow of a ship.  The
object would not be unattended for long as Paul absorbed the tool into
his mouth, taking every inch in greedily, his desires raging.
     Zack gasped as he felt himself filling Paul's throat, the
delicate tracings of his lover's tongue drifting over his tool, a hand
fondling his testicles and rolling them in their pouch.  A line of
saliva drifted from Zack's mouth as he gurgled the joy his body felt
at the pleasuring he was receiving.  Too soon though, as he removed
himself from the embrace of Paul's mouth.
     Paul look up and saw the expression of joy on his lover's face. 
It was an expression that filled his waking and sleeping thoughts.  It
was what he wanted more than anything, to please the man who loved him
so much.  Paul brought his lips back up and took his companion's mouth.
     Zack soon followed his companion in providing oral service.  Once
again, pleasure was shared to the edge of orgasm.  And once again it
was stopped before resolution occurred.  Their was too much to be
shared.
     "I'm hungry," whispered Paul, as he greeted Zack's mouth with his
own.
     Zack smiled.  "Chocolate covered strawberries coming up," he
announced as he grabbed the box from the side of the tub.
     As Zack placed the first of delicacies into his mouth, he bent
his torso over to share the morsel with his lover.  Paul's lips soon
met Zack's as they savored the sweet delicacy between them, each
knowing that the sweetest part was the lips that held them and the
love they offered.  The strawberry consumed, their lips continued to
taste.  It was the other person now that prompted the hunger and
desire for more.  Both willingly gave of their passions, sharing
tongue and mouth as their hands caressed and held each other's bodies.
     Gently, Paul released his lover's mouth and pulled himself up
from the tub.  Softly, he whispered into Zack's ear.  Zack smiled. 
Paul pulled up his discarded robe and placed it near the edge of the
bed, propping his head upwards and cushioning his neck.  
     Zack readied himself by removing himself from the tub and
selecting a particularly appetizing strawberry.  Inserting the fruit
between the mounds of his ass, Zack delicately maneuvered himself over
Paul's face.  Zack cooed with pleasure as Paul consumed the morsel
between his legs.
     Upon completing his meal, Paul and Zack switched places.  It was
now time for Paul to feed Zack.  The moans from Paul's mouth let Zack
know that his attentions were appreciated as the sweet fruit went down
his throat.
     Soon, the lovers were kissing again, their breaths sated with
sweetness.  To consummate they would share each others' asses within
the tub, allowing their manhood to explode into the other. 
Afterwards, they snuggled until the wrinkling of their skin prompted
an exit from the tub.  After drying themselves off , they next turned
their attentions to the king-sized bed that nearly filled the room. 
     "This is way too big," whispered Paul as he brought his lover
onto the surface.  "I might lose you."
     "I promise to hold on to you all night," replied Zack as he
embraced his lover's body close to him, the dampness from the tub
covering the sheets.  "And you'll never lose me."
     "I was thinking about getting rid of my bed," said Zack as he
looked into Paul's eyes.  "After all, I've never used it."  What he
said rang true for both, they had been together in Paul's bed since
the first day in the room, and both had expressed their desire that
they never change.
     "We have to hang on to it," said Paul, working his tongue
teasingly into Zack's ear.  "What happens if my bed collapses?"  Both
smiled, in the heat of lovemaking, the creaking had frequently caused
some concern.  The bed was, after all, built for just one occupant.
     "We'll have to sleep on the floor, I guess," responded Zack,
reciprocating by biting on Zack's ear lobe.  "That wouldn't be so
bad."  Paul looked into Zack's eyes.
     "Anywhere we sleep would be wonderful as long as I have you in my
arms," said Paul breathlessly.  Again, their mouths met because they
knew it to be true.  Whatever happened to them, they would always have
each other.
     As the night wore on and their bodies became refreshed by the
softness of lovemaking, the young lovers soon found themselves
attending to each other's members.  The passion erupted into their
mouths as they drank down each other, the sweetness of their seed was
leavened by the chocolate, the strawberries and champagne.  Never
before had their palates been so satisfied as they freely engorged
each other's passions.
     As they returned to face each other, their bodies had been sated.
 But their thirst for each other was unquenched, a river of desire
flowing through their bodies, as they were gently entangled.  Arms and
legs were together, united as one.  This was the meaning of love.  To
be held forever by the person who meant everything.
     Reddened and covered with the moisture of shared desires, it was
from Zack's mouth that the first words would emerge.
     "I love you, Paul," whispered Zack., his voice barely above a
whisper.
     "I love you, Zack," responded Paul, their faces lit with smiles
as their kisses grew softer and sweeter.
     Soon, Zack turned  to face the ceiling filled with stars, his
mind reveling in the love he felt, overwhelmed by the joy he felt. 
Paul embraced Zack and held him tight, their chests heaving still from
their encounters.
     As Zack looked up, he saw a shooting star.
     "Look!" said Zack, as he prompted his companion's attention. 
Zack looked up and say the light stream across the clear sky.
     "Make a wish," whispered Paul to his mate.  They looked in each
other's eyes knowing full well that what they wished for would be the
same.  Their lips met again confirming their desire.  They wanted each
other.
     "I picture a nice big house in the country," said Zack, as his
kisses continued.  "A lot of trees and a dirt road leading into some
tiny village."
     "And what else?" asked Paul, brushing the hair out of Zack's eyes
and kissing his forehead sweetly..
     "You'll have your medical practice in one part of the house and
I'll be doing the engineering work from home," said Zack.  "We'll live
there and be happy forever."  For a long while, both remained silent.
     "There's still something missing," responded Paul wistfully.
     "Well, then," asked a puzzled Zack, looking at his lover.  "What
more could we want to make our lives any better than that?"
     Paul bit his lip, not certain how to say it.  His eyes were damp
with the emotion he felt.  Relaxing his breath, he gave words to his
desire.
     "A baby?"
     Zack looked into Paul's eyes and he saw the most wonderful person
in the world.  Someone who was crying and who needed his promise. 
Paul was asking him to make the ultimate commitment.  And it was a
commitment Zack desperately wanted to make.  A family.  Then
everything would be truly be perfect.
     "Oh, dear God ... yes ... yes," said Zack as his eyes welled up
with tears.   Zack pressed his lips onto Paul's mouth as kissed
passionately.  For a long time, their sweet kisses were shared as were
the tears of joy.  They both knew that they had made a commitment that
would last forever, and that forever began tonight.
     Soon exhausted, they slowly drifted off.  Their bodies were
together again as they relaxed into their slumber.  Tomorrow would
bring more classes and homework and the hustle of college life.  But
tonight was for loving.
     And tonight would last forever....


     Paul closed the yearbook and turned to Zack, who still had a grin
on his face.
     "Those were the days," said Zack, as he brushed a tear from his
cheek.
     "I miss those days too," said Paul removing his reading glasses
and wiping his own eyes.
     Their big house was quiet now.  The last of the four kids Paul
and Zack had adopted, the "baby" of the family, suddenly had grown up
and gone off to Harvard.  They were amazed to discover that she was
living in the same dorm room they had once shared.  Being at the
Homecoming Weekend had sparked a lot of memories.  They had spent a
lot of time looking around their old room and strolling through the
campus.  As they walked around, the multicolored leaves were blowing. 
Autumn was giving way to Winter.
     "What do you feel like doing now, Doc?" asked Zack, taking hold
of the hand of the man who had been with him now for over forty years.
     "Umm," said Paul, his eyebrows arching and a smile lighting up
his face. "I think we need to brush our teeth." 


THE END