Date: Tue, 08 Jul 2003 09:54:25 -0700
From: Steve Thomas <s4d@hotmail.com>
Subject: Denny-Comes-Out, Chapter 18

This is a fictional story. It is based on the few experiences and many
fantasies of the author. If you are really into graphic sex, it may not
satisfy your purpose for coming here. If you like to hear of real love
and real teen angst, with a little sex thrown in, you are in the right
place. There may be some amount of graphic sex between males. If this is
objectionable to you, or you are legally too young to be here, you are
cordially invited to press your back button.

Characters: Denny (Dennis Andrew Miggs), 20

Garth Roth, 22

Randy Small, 24

Bob, Denny's Brother 3 years older

Gail, Bob's wife

Jack, Denny's oldest brother, 9 years older

Jack's son's, Jacky, Bobby and DennyToo

Denny's dad, James

Denny's mom, Carol

Ray, Denny's dad's Deputy D.A. friend

Randy's mom and step dad, who shall remain nameless!

Roddy, Flight Attendant

Rollie, Garth's dad

Rob, Garth's cousin

Tad Newliegh, the new roomie

Jacob Smith, Rob's "Landlord"

Linda Smith, Jacob's wife

Chris & Craig, partners, Rob's roomies.

Seth, Chris's Brother

Luke, Seth's partner.

Etta, The Smith's housekeeper

From Chapter 17:

"Wow!" He said.

"Wow!" I said.

"That was amazing!" He continued, "you're the second guy I ever kissed.
I kissed Carrie a lot. I thought when I kissed Lenny -- that was the
other guy -- that THAT was amazing! It -- was -- nothing -- in
comparison!"

All I could say was "I know!" We kissed again and then he pulled me even
closer and held me there, my head against his chest. I heard a low moan
burble up inside him. Then I felt a tear on my cheek -- and it wasn't
mine! I looked up and he was slowly shaking his head.

"I've -- I -- I've never felt anything like that before!" he whispered.

Again, all I could say was, "I -- I -- know!" Our lips met one more time.
I could feel his manhood against my stomach and chest, but he didn't
grind it into me. He just was breathing quickly and deeply after the
kiss.

"We -- we -- probably better get on the road." He said. When we got back
to the car, it was getting kind of cold. Funny I didn't notice until
then! So he put the top up on the Vette. We got in and he started it up.
He looked at me, pecked me again on the lips and pulled onto Highway 101.

Chapter 18

It was about 9:30 when we pulled into what I at first thought was a
hotel. It was the Smiths' home. An old-ish looking, black-ish looking
woman ran out the door and threw her arms around Rob.

A huge smile on her face, she said, "Robbieeeeee!" Then she scowled. "You
in big trouble, big boy! Etta fix you special dinner!" She looked beyond
him at me. "OOO! Dis you special frenn? Wen you gonna get over dat
blushing ting? OOO! You frenn -- he does it too!"

I was as red as Rob was. "Get used to this!" Rob said. "And it's not
only Etta! There's no mercy in this family!"

"You get yor tings up in da room and den come back down for a snack!" She
said and she ran back into the house.

"That wasn't a request!" Rob said to me, as he led me up the stairs to
the guest house, over a carport.

As soon as he opened the door, a smallish looking teenager in shorts
only, ran across the room, jumped up into Rob's arms and buried his face
in Rob's neck! "Hi, Seth! I guess you missed me!" said Rob, all smiles.
"Seth this is my friend, Denny." Seth couldn't see me at first. He
jumped down from Rob's arms and thrust out his hand.

His face was red, but there was a goofy smile plastered all over it.
"Hey, Denny!" I took his hand and he almost yanked me into the room. "And
THIS," he continued, indicating another boy on the couch, "is Luke!"

"Nice to meet you Seth, Luke." Luke, also clad in shorts and shirtless,
got up and extended his hand. He wasn't quite as exuberant as Seth was.
He actually looked at Seth kind of worried. Luke was also smallish, but
more defined in his muscle mass. He has what looks like black eyes and
his hair had an almost blue cast to it. It was too dark to tell for sure.

Luke and Seth sat back down, and Rob went to a door off the main room. He
knocked breifly and poked his head in. "You guys out for the night?"

"Naw." Came a voice. "We just were doing some studying."

"Well, come on out and meet my friend."

Two guys emerged from the room. They were both about my size, and both
looked like models. "This is Seth's brother, Chris." Said Rob indicating
one of them, "and this is Craig. We're all family here."

I shook hands with both of them and then Rob said, "We better get back
down there, before Etta come up here!"

"You wouldn't like it if Etta had to come get you!" Chris quipped.

"Very scary!" agreed Seth.

I got the idea that they all adored Etta -- and that it was mutual. It
was a still a little scary though when big Rob said, "Well, I guess we
better go face the music!"

When we got down there, (he again walked past the front door and into the
back service entrance) we were met with a wonderful smell. "Sit!" was all
she said at first. Then, "Mista Jake and Missy Lindy at some uppity-up
meetin'." She brought us a concoction that was out of this world. It was
a cookie -- Rob said it was white chocolate brownie -- with ice cream on
the top. It was topped with caramel sauce and then roasted walnuts. It
was huge, and it was hard to eat for it's size. But it was so good we
had to finish every last bite. Etta ate one every bit as big as ours. She
was as skinny as a rail! I looked up after I got as much off the plate as
I could, with my spoon.

"Its okay, baybee. Dis is Etta's kitchen. You can lick the plate in here
if you wanna."

I picked up the plate and did as I was allowed, then noticed neither she
nor Rob did it. They both smiled at me. I smiled weakly back and blushed
again. "It's okay," Rob said, "We're just used to it."

"Robbie show me how to make dis!" Etta said proudly.

"Robbie, huh?" I said.

"Yep!" Rob said. "And Etta is the only one ever allowed to call me that!"

"I'll remember that!" I said.

"Oh, I'll bet there will be someone who will be able to call you that --
someday!" I looked over to the dark room and out walks this very pretty,
very self-assured young woman. "Sooooo, Robbee!" She teased, "First you
drop me like last years fashion and then you bring this new pretty face
here to taunt me!"

"You betta leeb him alone, Missy! He looks happy for da first time ina
long time!"

She strode confidently up to me and said, "Hi! I'm Carrie!"

"Oh, yeah! I've heard a lot about you!" I said. Something told me this
was the wrong thing to say.

"Well, I haven't heard anything about you! Hmm. Etta seems to approve,
so that's a big hurdle." She looked me over, up and down like I was a
piece of meat. Again I blushed! "Rob!" she exclaimed. "I believe you may
have met your match! If both of you are like that, I doubt you'll ever
have any children!"

I was just beginning to not like this girl when the lights came on.
"Carrie, you leave these boys alone!" It was a man's voice, coming from
around the corner from the kitchen. He strode into view, followed closely
behind by, I assumed, Mrs. Smith. Mr. Smith was about 5'-11" tall, dark
hair with streaks of gray. It looked like there was a thick mat of hair
under his shirt. He had a heavy shadow from this mornings shave on his
face. I swallowed hard. Mrs. Smith was every bit as self assured as her
daughter, and also every bit as pretty -- maybe even prettier. Age had
been very sweet to her.

"I'm Jake Smith and this is my wife Lindy."

I felt their firm handshakes, as I responded, "Mr. Smith -- Mrs. Smith.
I'm Dennis." Now why did I call myself that?

"No, you don't get to call us that!" Mr. Smith said. "It's Jake and
Lindy"

"Or as the others seem to prefer," added Lindy, "Uncle Jake and Aunt
Lindy." I looked a little puzzled I guess. "It's easier when Jake Junior
is here!" she said. Too bad you missed them. They were just here last
weekend. His partner Colin's brother Bobby's family was wiped out in
the San Diego Earthquake. Colin was really not in good shape at all. Our
poor Jakey had to support HIM for once!" I wondered about that. Nothing
more was said. "But if you're a good friend of Rob, I'm sure you'll
meet them in time." Then she added, "Did you say `Denny' or was that
what Rob told us. No -- you definitely said Dennis! Well, you are welcome
here any time Dennis."

I bowed my head, shook it and said, "No, it's Denny."

"Well, you boys look pretty exhausted. I guess you've had a long day?"

"Yes Mr. -- er -- Uncle Jake! I'm ready for bed."

"Yes!" Carrie said, getting our attention, and looking quickly between me
and Rob. "I just bet you are!"

Rob rolled his eyes back up in his red-as mine face, and pulled me out
the back door.

"Man!" I said, when I felt it was safe to speak. "Do you ever get used to
that -- badgering?"

"Denny -- you ain't seen nothin' yet! You got off easy!"

When we came back in the guest house, Seth and Luke were still curled up
on the couch together. This time they didn't get up. But Seth was as
quick to remark. "Oh! We better go, Luka. Rob's friend is going to need
the couch tonight."

"HAW-HAW!" Rob said. "You've been around the Smith's too long! Bad
influence. BAD influence!" Seth just snickered. I found out later the
even though Seth looked like about 15 he was actually 19 and Luke, who
looked maybe 17, was actually 25!

Rob took me to his room. It was a nice sized room with a door at the
other side of it. Our bags were on the king sized bed. He led me to the
other door. "This is the shower and toilet room. It adjoins all the
rooms." I peeked in and there was an athletic type shower room with three
shower stations, and a toilet. There was a separate sink in each room,
like in a hotel. It was clear this was a very custom designed place!

"Are you about ready to turn in?" He asked me. "Turn in?" I thought. That
musta come from somewhere in his Louisiana roots!

"Yeah, It's been a long day." I said. I faked a yawn. Are you kiddin'
me? Of C-O-U-R-S-E I was "ready" to turn in!

Rob opened the door and whispered, "Night you guys!" to Luke and Seth.

"You gonna be showering?" One of them asked. Rob looked questioning at
me. It was all I could do to keep my response down to just a nod!

Wow, is this moving too fast? I felt like I was being swept off my feet
by an oversized Adonis! I had to keep telling myself, "Don't make too
much of this - Don't make too much of this - Don't make too much of
this - - "

Rob closed the door. I was sitting on the bed. He came and sat next to
me. He took my hand. I was shaking. So was he. He looked cautiously into
my eyes. If he saw anything but acceptance there, I don't know what it
would be.

"Can I kiss you again?" He asked me. My mouth dropped open at my
surprise. What a gentleman! He took that as a yes, I guess. He put his
lips gently on mine. I could hold back no longer. I pulled him over in
top of me. I kissed him almost violently. He responded in kind! Our
tongues were making love to each other. His hips started to gyrate
slowly, and seemingly involuntarily. I met this with my own upward
thrusting. "Oh my gosh!" he exclaimed, between gulping breaths. I've
never been this turned -- on -- oh -- oh -- OH -- ah -- ah ahhhhh! Uh!
Uh! "

"I -- uh -- guess I don't have to guess -- er -- what just happened!" I
said.

"I -- I -- I'm so -- soooo -- sorry!" He whispered. "I can assure you
that's never, EVER happened before! You -- you -- No one has ever turned
me on like -- (sigh!) you just did!"

The light was still on. He was as red as a beet. His pants were wet. I
felt them, and giggled. He flinched.

"Well, now I REALLY need to shower!" he said.

"Can I come too?" Okay, I meant to the shower, but I didn't get the pun
until I said it! It seemed to go over his head.

"Sure. Plenty of room in there!"

So he got off me and shed his clothes. Just like that! I'd never seen
him nude and now -- O-M-G! He was everything that anyone could want! He
worked out! That was for sure. A six pack to die for! His dick was still
half hard, and it was as perfect as the rest of him. He turned toward the
showers and I then saw the picture perfect, tight-end butt!. All I can
say is magnificant! I was still on the bed. He turned around, catching me
staring.

"Coming?" he said. smiling demurely.

"Oh! Heh! Yeah." I was out of my clothes in about 15 seconds!

He was already standing at one of the shower stations when I came in,
waiting for the hot water. I picked up a clean wash cloth and when I got
to him, he was standing under the hot water with his eyes closed, his
head back and to the left, the water pouring on his neck. I just walked
up and wrapped my arms around him. His eyes popped open. I wet the cloth
and soaped it up. He looked at me like, "what are you doing?" but said
nothing. I then started washing his back. "Oh! He said. "Okay!" He closed
his eyes again.

I washed his whole back and then went to his chest. "Oh -- Wow!" he
crooned. I washed down to his erect tits and massaged them gently, first
with the wash cloth and then with my fingers. Then I moves to his tight
abs. He giggled a little. When I went to his pubes, he was breathing
pretty fast.

"Hey, slow down a little, partner." I said.

"It's just -- I've never -- done -- this."


"Just relax and let it happen" I almost sang/half whispered to him.

He closed his eyes again. I ran the cloth between his legs and on both
sides of his loose ball sack. He moaned. When I washed his again raging
manhood, he flinched big time and let out a little cry. I then knelt and
washed his legs, and his feet. I sat down and hugged his legs, putting my
face just above his knees. His hand seemed to involuntarily go to his
wood. It was about as white as I had ever seen, with a very slightly pink
head. He squeezed it, and the head turned a scarlet, not unlike his face
can do, and a little pearly white drop emerged.

His eyes were again closed. I got back to my knees. I again hugged his
legs and he took his hand off his piece and put both of them in my hair.
I lapped out with my tongue, and grazed the tip of his perfect hood. He
moaned, then almost groggily opened his eyes. When he saw my mouth
starting to surround his enormous wood, his eyes popped open!

"Oh! No! Don't!" He pulled my head back. I was completely confused by
that. I think he realized this. "Denny -- guy -- I -- I -- I've never
done -- this -- well -- anything -- with -- I -- I'm a virgin!"

"Dude!" I said. "It's okay, Dude! I'll be gentle."

"Denny -- no -- I don't -- don't -- want it to happen -- not like
this."

I stood up. I looked into his eyes. He looked supremely remorseful. "What
is it? What -- what -- do you want -- me -- to do?"

"I -- I -- don't -- know." He said. "Kiss me again?"

"Oh! Okay!" I said, lightly. I can go slower -- romance you a little
more!"

"You don't understand. It's my fault!"

"Your fault!?" I asked. "What's your fault?"

"Denny -- I'm a virgin. I don't want to have sex before marriage." What
was he saying?

"Wow!" I said. I didn't want to lose or give this guy up easily, but --
wow! What did he mean? "Okay -- I'm a little confused here."

"I know. That's what's my fault. I shoulda told you up front. I'm just
not -- I mean I don't -- I -- er -- do you understand at all?"

"I think so." I said, measuring my words. "Okay. We'll take this at your
pace. I like you, and - "

"Denny, it's more than that with me. I mean -- I've been attracted to
you ever since we met back in Kansas. I felt guilty -- even dirty -- the
way I felt about you that weekend. Here you were, grieving my cousin, and
I was -- lusting after you -- at least in my heart!"

"Well then if -- if -- you feel dirty -- about being attracted to me - "

"No don't say it that way!"

"No, I didn't mean it `that' way. If YOU felt guilty -- then I felt
much worse. Because I was feeling the same for you! Both Randy and Rod
saw it! After we parted at the airport, I just dropped the issue. I was
sure we'd probably never meet again. I mean -- you could have anyone you
wanted!"

"Right now -- at this moment, Denny? He waited for me to nod. What I want
is you. Are you willing to take this at face value -- at my pace -- for
now?"

"I -- I guess. I want to give -- give -- us -- every chance!"

"I'm so sorry that you -- I mean, if I misled you. Can I make it up to
you some way?" He said.

"Do you always leave yourself open like that?"

"What??!!" He asked.

" `Can I make it up to you some way?' " I parroted his remark. "What's
that about?" I asked him!

"Can I help it that you have a dirty mind?"

I threw my arms around his neck, and paused to look at him -- to get
permission, then hugged him again. I raised my face to him and he kissed
me deeply. When the kiss broke, I stood back and held out the wash cloth
to him. He remembered exactly what I had done -- and mirrored it exactly
-- well except for the last part.

We went back into the room. I jumped into the sheets -- nude as I'm used
to. He opened his bedside drawer and took out his pajamas. He turned off
the light and got in his side of the bed. We lay there for about two
minutes -- which seemed like two hours -- then he said, "Uh -- I really
am new at this. Can I kiss you good night?"

"Rob -- you just say the word! You can do anything you want whenever
you're ready." We both rolled over to the middle of the bed. His woody
had popped out of his fly. I know `cuz it was fencing with mine! He
hugged me close and then turned over.

"Night!" He said.

We lay there on our backs, in the dark, for at least a half-hour, saying
nothing. Finally, "Denny?"

"Yeah?"

"I've been thinking."

"Uh-oh!" I joked.

He turned over to his side. "You never got to -- I mean -- you must be --
pretty -- um -- frustrated!"

"You mean horny?"

"Yeah." He said, barely audible. "Maybe we should masturbate. I think it
would be okay to do that -- together."

"You sure?" I asked. "W-a-i-t- a m-i-n-u-t-e" I said, my voice dripping
with sarcasm. "Your horny again, aren't you!?"

He hoarsely said, "Yeah. And . . . I've done it before -- with the
guys."

"The guys?"

"Chris and Craig -- and Seth."

"Wow! Okay -- let's do it!" I said. I just started jacking slowly. He
got into his drawer and pulled out two bunches of Kleenex. He handed one
to me. I started to refuse, but thought better of it. We got off pretty
fast, and close together, and -- both pretty low key. But it still felt
good! There was something so sweet about this big man!

My dreams are usually confusing, with many faces making appearances. This
night, I dreamed only of Rob, with his wonderfully handsome face and his
sweet, SWEET disposition!

I woke in the morning and when I opened my eyes, he was kneeling beside
the bed. His eyes were closed and his mouth was moving, but no sound was
coming out. When he opened his eyes, he smiled. "I -- I was just thanking
God for sending you to me." He said. I blushed. "Really, I think there is
a lot I can learn from you -- if you can be patient with me."

It was still pretty early, so we were speaking in hushed voices. "I -- uh
-- wow! Next time you decide to pray, let me know. We can pray together."
I said.

"Prayer is kind of personal for me. I still need my time with God --
alone. But we can pray together, too. I'd like that."

He looked at me as if I should join him beside the bed. I looked at his
pajamas, then down at myself. "Should I -- uh - "

"God doesn't care what you are wearing.!"

"Well, you were -- I mean -- your p.j.'s - - "

"I just like to wear them."

I shyly climbed out and down to the floor.

We knelt there for what seemed like an eternity. Finally he said, "Uh --
this was your idea - - "

"Oh! Uh -- well, okay!" I said, embarrassed. "Father in heaven, I -- uh
-- don't know quite what to say or ask for. Guess I'll just follow how
your son TOLS US. Hallowed be thy name. We know that you are creator of
all things. Thank you for bringing us to this place in our life -- er --
lives. I'm confused, Father, at this time, as to whether you approve --
er -- that is -- if it's okay to -- um -- be here -- like this. I mean,
I have been told by some that being -- like I am (GULP!) gay, is evil.
Yet I don't feel evil!" Wow! Where did all that come from. It's not
what I was planning. There it is! I wasn't planning anything.

"Father, I don't feel like I asked to be -- this way. I do have a sense
that I shouldn't -- be -- promiscuous. Thank you for bringing Rob into
my life to remind me of that."

"Father," Rob started, "Please tell us -- by thy Spirit, if we are doing
the right thing. I know praying is right, Father, but tell us if the pure
love we feel for each other is okay with thee. We love thee, Father and
thy Son."

I guess he was leaving me to close the prayer. "In your Son's name,
Amen."

I stayed there on my knees, my eyes closed for at least a minute. Finally
Rob said, "How do you feel?"

"I -- I dunno. I -- feel -- somehow clean -- warm." I answered.

"Yeah -- me too. I -- I didn't know where you were going with that - "

"HAH! Neither did I! Until it came out of my mouth. For a moment, I
forgot you were even there." I exclaimed!

"I KNOW! I heard your voice and it was as if it was my own! I have --
I've always prayed. But I've been -- afraid -- to ask -- about these
things."

"Afraid of the answer?" I asked.

"YES! That's it! I've rationalized to my self -- that -- if I'm --
attracted to men -- and not to women -- and I couldn't even admit that
to myself until recently. I mean look at Carrie! Would any straight guy
not be turned on by her?"

"She IS a knockout. Even at that, she'll be a handful for any man -- if
last night was any indication of who she is."

"Last night was tame. For the whole family!"

"So if it's okay to be gay -- then -- what isn't okay?" I asked.

"Promiscuity -- in any way."

"So if we have fooled around -- we are lost -- to God?"

"No -- that's why Jesus suffered for us. To save us from eternal
suffering from our sins -- even bad ones -- if we stop them when we
realize they are wrong. Besides, I think we just got our answer. We both
felt good about it."

"What about masturbation? I mean last night -- and most nights of my
life! Yet I hear people saying that in the Bible somewhere it says that
it is a sin to do that!"

"There is a scripture in the Old Testament, where the Lord commanded a
man to have sex with his wife, in order to have a child. But the man
defied God by spilling his seed on the ground. He was not condemned for
masturbating. As far as we know, he may have been having sex with his
wife and pulled out at the last minute and then "spilled" his seed on the
ground. He was condemned for defying God!

"Well, that's how I see it. I have read that passage." I said.

"They like to take it our of context, like so many things they like to do
to prove points -- which are not points at all." He said.

"Wow! You know a lot about the scriptures!"

"Not really. But I do believe in God, and there are some issues that I
felt it important to check out for myself."

I just couldn't help gawking at him. : "What??" he said.

"You're amazing - one surprise after another!"

Just then Seth came bounding into the room. I scampered to cover myself.
Unflustered, Rob said, "What's up, little brother?" Rob saw the
confusion on my face.

"Oh! You're probably still wondering with all the relationships, family
and otherwise, who belongs to whom! Heh! Well, Chris, Craig and Seth are
all like brothers to me. But especially Seth. I love this guy like he's
my own little brother, I think!" Seth gave Rob a warm hug, all the time
looking up into his face as if he almost worshipped him. Rob hugged him
back and ruffled his hair up.

The strange thing to me was -- Seth was only a year younger than I, but
he still looked like a younger teen. And his friend Luke! He doesn't
look much older, and he's 25! But especially here, hugging Rob, Seth
looked -- and acted -- like a little boy.

"Rob, remember that guy, Lenny, who made friends with me when I was
hurt?" Seth said.

Rob got a sorrowful -- almost guilty look on his face. "Yeah?"

"His friend's whole family were in that earthquake down south."

"Wow!" Rob replied. "Is he okay?"

"No! Lenny's friend and his brother-in-law, who is Colin's brother,
Bobby, are the only ones left!"

"Wow! How sad. That's right, Aunt Lindy told us last night. I didn't
immediately make the connection."

"You wanna go see them?" Seth asked.

Again, Rob got this pained look on his face. "Maybe -- not today. They
may need some time."

"Strange thing for you to say, Rob." Craig walked in. I felt so naked --
well, I WAS naked. And everyone else was covered up. "You who thinks a
hug can cure anything. For a split second, Rob looked like a cornered
wild animal. Then he softened.

"I -- uh -- I mean -- I - don't really know them -- that well." He said
and he looked at the floor.

I had the sheet, still attached to the bed, wrapped around me. I dropped
it and showed them my rear as I disappeared into the bathroom. There were
a couple whistles and a hoot! When I came back out they were all gone,
except for Rob.

"What just happened there, Rob?" I asked.

"Lenny -- the friend of that family who were lost in the earthquake -- he
was the one I was telling you about. The tall boy that I kissed. I was so
confused -- and so was he! He was already sort of in a relationship with
Rennie, his - "

"Wait a minute!" I demanded. "Lenny and Rennie?"

"Yeah, I know sounds pretty unlikely, huh? Anyway he was trying to keep
his sexuality from his parents, and also keep up this relationship with
Rennie. He told me all about it. They are both very young and this is
their first relationship -- for both of them."

"Very young?"

"Lenny's barely 18 -- and I think Rennie is younger still." Rob said
gravely. "Anyway, I had just less than a week earlier admitted to myself
that I am gay. So you can maybe understand my state."

"Rob," I started, "You don't have to make any excuses to me --
ESPECIALLY to me! I've not only kissed, but had sex with all my
roommates!"

He got a look that was somewhat more than surprise on his face. "Er --
how many roommates have you had?"

"Well, Garth was the first, and then you met Randy and Tad."

"And you trust them?"

"They -- all of us -- well, none of us -- had ever had sex before."

"You're SURE."

"Believe me," I said, "I KNOW these guys." Between the four of us, I was
the only one who even suspected I was gay before we met"

"Wow," he said, "You must have some magical power!"

"Please don't -- don't say that! I feel bad enough as it is! Especially
Garth!" And I started to cloud up.

"Denny -- I'm sorry! I was only teasing you. I TOLD you that I knew
about Garth before you guys met!"

"I know, but," I started.

"So don't worry about that. I'm so sorry I opened my big fat mouth!"

As luck would have it, he had just dropped his pajama bottoms when he
came to me to hug me.

"Keep this up," I exclaimed, "and I'm gonna have to relieve myself twice
a day!"

"You young guys are such horn dogs!" I eyed him suspiciously. He smiled
demurely and walked over to the door. He looked like he was going to open
it, but instead he locked it. He pointed at the other door. I only had to
turn around to lock it. Then he removed his p.j. top and gathered me up
in his arms. He cradled me almost like a baby as he put his lips on mine.
As he kissed me, he carried me back to the bed and lay me down on it.

Momentarily he towered over me, and my eyes were devouring his
wonderfully proportioned body. Everything was proportionately bigger. His
8" dick stood out at a 30 degree angle from his body -- well -- in the
state it was in! He lowered himself down on top of me, but did not put
all his weight on me. I felt our bodies touch. Legs between legs, my knee
was actually in his crotch. But his dick was long enough to touch my
balls and of course my dick was buried somewhere between my lower abdomen
and his stomach.

He kissed me so tenderly and yet so almost desperately! We could both
feel the flexing of our male parts between us. He then got off me. I
started to move, but he put his hand on my chest, to keep me there.

"Denny, I have to ask you this." He said, looking deeply into my eyes. "I
know we have not known each other long, but -- do you think you are ready
to commit to me -- for an exclusive relationship?"

I was speechless. Then my voice came to me. "I -- uh -- are you -- ah --
asking my to -- uh -- go with you?"

"I guess I am, aren't I?" He smiled at the thought.

"Wow!" I said. "I just don't know what to say!"

He looked a little frustrated. I hated myself for saying that. He gave me
another chance. "Well -- (SIGH!) if you did know what to say -- what
would you say?"

"I think I'd say, YESSSSSS!"

He relaxed on his side beside me and put his had on the back of my head
and pulled me into another very passionate kiss. I started to say
something. "SHhhh!" he said, as he gently grabbed my woody and started to
pump it. He kept my gaze the whole time. I started to whimper when my
time came. "It's okay -- the walls have been sound-proofed. Let it go!"
he said.

I started to moan louder and then a high pitched yell, as I got off in
the most powerful orgasm I could ever remember. Never once did I take my
eyes from his. When it was finished, I grabbed his and started to wank.
He protested. I said, "That's not fair!"

"But you've already finished. And I KNOW you don't feel like doing
this."

"Rob -- this is like a sealing to our -- agreement. K?"

"You're right." He said. I pumped him to a very huge completion.
Apparently size also translated into more -- well, much more -- jizzum.
When it was finished, I brought my wet, frothy hand up to my face and
smelled it. Then I started to lick it off. As I did this, tears started
streaming from his eyes. They weren't tears of remorse -- they were
tears of gratitude and love. I sensed that Rob had risen to a higher
plane.

"Good morning, Denny." He said almost gravely. I l -- l -- love you -- I
think." Then my eyes started flowing over. We hugged again, our slippery
bodies caressing each other. We then grabbed towels and headed for the
shower.

Notes: As many of you know, Rob has been very special to me. I won't
spoil this sweet ending (to the chapter!) with any more, except as
always, Please write if you feel inspired to. Put "Denny" in the subject
line. Thanks, and Love! Steve s4d@hotmail.com