Date: Sun, 03 Mar 2002 20:09:46 -0500 From: Jeff Allen Subject: Love of a Lifetime Part 5 This is a fictional story dealing with love and consensual sexual activities between males. If you are not of legal age, reside in an area where viewing such material is illegal, or are offended by homosexuality and/or homosexual themes, leave this site now. The author retains all rights to this story. No reproductions or links to other sites are allowed without the permission of the author. LOVE OF A LIFETIME PART 5 On the Saturday morning of our excursion to Chapel Hill, C.Z. whizzed through the paper route in record time. He was at my door ready to go by seven thirty! It was a good four and a half hour drive to Chapel Hill and the game started at one in the afternoon so we started out right away. The plans were to find dinner somewhere on the road home and then have C.Z. stay at my house that night since it would be late by the time we got back to Carterville. The woman who was taking care of both Larsen and Emily had agreed to spend the night at the Johnstone's. C.Z. said it was the first time he had spent a night away from home since elementary school. To say that he was excited would have been an understatement! The drive over to Chapel Hill was uneventful. I let C.Z. drive. He had never driven in the kind of traffic that's always present on I-40 and I-85 between Winston-Salem and Durham. He was a little nervous and so was I, but he got us to the Dean Dome (that's the Dean Smith Student Center for you non-ACC fans) in plenty of time to mix with the crowd waiting for the doors to open. The game was good. Carolina won (no big surprise THAT year...this season it would have been a big surprise!). After the game, we retrieved the truck and toured around Chapel Hill for a while before heading home. C.Z. was soaking it all in. I found out that the farthest he had ever been from Carterville was up to Asheville for some of Emily's medical appointments. We started back to Carterville around three thirty, stopped in Winston- Salem for a pizza, and arrived back at my house about nine thirty that night. Larsen, of course, acted as if we had been gone for years, and C.Z., like any other seventeen-year-old, was hungry again. C.Z. built a fire while I microwaved some popcorn to keep him from starving to death before breakfast. I placed the popcorn and a couple of cokes down on the floor in front of the fire. C.Z. pulled the cushions off the couch, and we lounged in front of the fire and munched on the bowl of popcorn between us. Larsen took his accustomed place on the other side of C.Z. We finished the popcorn and drinks and lay propped up on the cushions facing each other and chatted about the game and the day. The fire grew hotter, and C.Z. pulled his shirt out from his jeans and unbuttoned it exposing his smooth, muscular chest to the fire and to me. I had worn a pull over so my only option was to remove my shirt completely which I did. The fire baked into our exposed flesh, and the area in front of the fire grew warmer still. We could have moved away but didn't. C.Z. suddenly complained that it was too hot, shucked the remains of his shirt, slipped his jeans off, and lay back down dressed in only his boxers. I swallowed hard and followed suit stretching out on the floor in my briefs and praying that my dick would behave. At the same time I was enjoying the view of C.Z. stretched out beside me in the light from the fire. We stared into the fire for a while before C.Z. spoke. "Thanks for a great birthday present, Andy. I had a fantastic time." He reached over and placed his right hand on my bare shoulder. "I've never had a friend like you before. I really love you." I took his hand in mine and kissed it before I had a chance to think about it. "I love you too, C.Z." He looked at me and at our clasped hands. My heart sank. I thought I'd really blown it. He gripped my hand tighter and leaned toward me so that our faces were only inches apart. "I've been afraid to tell you how much you mean to me. I was afraid that you wouldn't want me around any more." "You couldn't say anything to me that would make me go away." "Andy, I love you." "I know you do, bud" He looked straight into my eyes. "No. I mean I love you." The import of his words stunned me, and I couldn't respond. I looked at him. I saw the uncertainty grow on his face and tears starting in his eyes. I let go of his hand and wiped the tears away with my finger tips. I cupped his, pulled him toward me, and gently kissed him on the lips. The kiss lasted only a few seconds, but I felt as if a jolt of electricity had passed through my body. I swear every hair on my body was standing straight up. He looked into my eyes, put his hand at the back of my head and pulled me into another kiss. This time his mouth opened and my tongue began exploring his gums, lips, and teeth. I felt his tongue move into my mouth and start its own exploration. He pressed my head more strongly into the kiss, and moved his body so that we were touching from head to toe. I felt his rising erection pushing against my belly, and I knew he could feel mine pushing in to him. The kiss grew even more passionate. Our arms wrapped around each other and pressed our bodies as close together as possible. Our cocks ground against each other behind the thin covering of our underwear. When we broke the kiss I gasped for air. "Oh, wow!" He looked at me. "Do you know how much I've wanted this to happen?" "If you've wanted it only half as much as I have, then it's been about all you could think about." "Yeah." He ran his fingers down the hair on my chest, encircled my left nipple and then traveled down to cup my hard-on through the fabric of my briefs. "I've wanted you ever since that first day. I didn't see Larsen because I was looking at you." "I fell for you when I pulled you out of the car and you fell into my arms. I've never felt this way about any one...especially another man." He drew back slightly. "You mean...you've never been with another guy?" "Just a couple of group jack off sessions in high school. You're the first guy I've ever kissed." He started laughing. "What's so funny?" "I was hoping if this ever happened that you would be able to show me all about making love to another man." Now it was my turn to laugh. "You mean you've never been with anyone else either?" "You got that! Looks like we have two amateurs here." "Well, Mr. Amateur, what's the next step?" He grinned slyly. "I think the next step is to get rid of our underwear." His hand slid under the back of my briefs and pulled them down over my ass. I lifted my hips and helped him slide them off my ass and down my legs. I pulled on his boxers, and they were soon discarded as well. We spent a long time just looking at each other in the firelight. I moved my fingers slowly and lightly over his face, neck, shoulders, chest, stomach, hips, and finally over his throbbing dick. He matched my every move with one of his. Both our dicks were leaking precum like crazy. I used my finger to spread the slippery fluid around the helmet-shaped head of his dick and then brought my fingers up to my mouth for my first taste of another man's fluids. Again he matched my every move, first spreading my precum around on my dick and then putting his fingers in his mouth to savor my taste. He reached down and brought another drop of my precum up to our faces. This time he moved his fingers into my mouth, and I used my tongue to clean my own secretions from his fingers. My precum had a slightly salty taste. His had been almost tasteless. I scooped some of his dick fluid from where it had pooled on his smooth, taut stomach and placed it in his mouth. He closed his eyes and licked his lips. I laughed and leaned in for another long kiss. He pushed me over on my back and began kissing and licking his way down my body. He followed the pattern of my chest and belly hair down to my crotch. He knelt between my spread legs. He bent down and ran his tongue over the tip of my dick and then down the side of the shaft to my balls. I felt my jewels draw up in their skin pouch, and I knew I couldn't last very long because I was so excited. I wanted a taste of his cock so I started to wiggle my body around. C.Z. got the message and moved so that we were in a 69 position. I ran my tongue up and down on the shaft of his dick. It was at least 8" long and as thick as four of my fingers put together. I opened my mouth and began sucking a cock for the first time in my life. At the same time I felt his warm mouth engulf my hard member. I had read enough in the stories on Nifty so I knew to keep my teeth covered with my lips. I don't know where C.Z. got his information, but he covered his teeth as well, and we fell into a mutual rhythm. When I started sucking him I had been able to feel his loose scrotum against my forehead when I had his dick as far down my throat as possible, now it was drawn up tighter against his body so I couldn't feel it any more; I knew he must be getting close to orgasm. I felt my own pleasure beginning. He tensed and hot cum spurted into my mouth. I emptied my own load down his throat a moment later. His semen was slippery and almost nutty in taste. I knew that I was going to become very familiar with that his special taste. We both kept the other's cock in our mouths as they began to soften and our breathing returned to normal. He pulled off my cock and moved around to lie facing me. He leaned forward. We kissed mixing the remains of our mutual loads as our tongues explored the other's mouth. He broke the kiss. "That was pretty intense. I've heard that you get better with practice. When do you want to try again?" Give me a couple of minutes. I'm not 17." "Jealous. Bet I can get you ready." He started kissing and caressing my body again. He took my now soft penis into his mouth and gently moved it around with his tongue. I was surprised as I felt myself getting hard again in his mouth. I reached down to cup his manhood and found that he was already rock hard again. We had another round of love making...slower this time...bringing each other close to the edge and then backing off until neither one of us was able to control the simultaneous orgasms that sent another hot load down our partner's throat. We kissed and caressed each other for a long time as we basked in the after glow of our first love making. Finally sleep began to overtake us. I pulled the comforter down from the couch and wrapped it around the two of us as we lay nestled together. I remember thinking just before drifting off to sleep that THIS was the way love was supposed to be. I'd never really felt it before with anyone. Everything seemed complete, and I was totally at ease. (To be continued)