Date: Wed, 06 Mar 2002 20:21:19 -0500 From: Jeff Allen Subject: Love of a Lifetime Part 6 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 6 I woke up about 4:30 the next morning. We had fallen asleep in front of the fire and hadn't set an alarm like we'd planned. C.Z. was already late for picking up the papers. I poked him gently in the ribs and told him we were late. He shot out of the covers and stood naked in front of me. His dick was half erect. He scratched his left butt cheek, muttered a low curse and padded off to the bathroom. I heard the sounds of his pee hitting the water in the toilet as I hurriedly pulled on my clothes. I headed into the bathroom to relieve my bladder just as he was coming out. He gave me a quick kiss. "Guess we're a little late, huh?" "Yeah, just a little." He kissed me again. "It was worth it." ********* We picked up the papers at the delivery point in the old bus depot and hurried around the route finishing around 8:00. We'd left the house in such a hurry that we hadn't had time for any coffee or breakfast so we pulled into the local golden arches and loaded up on caffeine and cholesterol before heading back out to my cabin. Larsen was glad to see us, but also royally pissed that he hadn't gone along for a ride in the truck. He gave all of his welcoming attention to C.Z. and ignored me for the first five minutes. I brewed some coffee, and then C.Z., Larsen and I settled down on the couch. C.Z. leaned up against me. Larsen had claimed most of the couch and rested his head on C.Z.'s left leg. "C.Z, we need to have a serious talk." I felt him tense slightly. "I'm not sorry for what happened." "Oh, babe, neither am I. Last night was the most wonderful experience I've ever had." "I thought it was pretty good for two novices." "It was more than good, C.Z. It was fantastic!" "Then why do we need to have a serious talk?" "Because you're 17 and I'm 26." "I don't care about the age difference, Andy. When I'm 30 you'll only be 39, and it won't seem like such a big difference." "It doesn't seem like a big difference now. You're a lot more mature and settled than any other teenager I've ever known including myself at your age. The problem is that you're a minor. I don't know what the penalties are for having sex with a minor are in this state, but in most places they throw you in jail and bury the key." "Andy, I'm not going to go around school broadcasting the fact that I'm in love with another guy. I've seen the way folks treat gays and lesbians around here." "We've got to be careful or both of us will be in big trouble." He moved around so that he was looking into my eyes. "I have dreamed of being here with you like this since the first day I saw you. I'm not going to do anything that will tear us apart. I'm here as long as you want me." "Oh, God, I've never wanted anything in my whole life as much as I want to be with you." He kissed me gently on the lips. "Does that mean I can come back this afternoon after church?" "You can come back here anytime you want!" "Good!" He smiled broadly. "I just wanted to be sure. I don't know a lot about it, but from what I've heard about gay love, we haven't even scratched the surface yet." "That was a really nice 'scratch' last night." He smiled again and kissed me. "Yeah, and I'd love to try it again, but I got to get cleaned up to take mom to church. Are you going to come with us?" "I don't think so this time, C.Z. I'd be likely to fall asleep during Rev. Baker's sermon, and I'm not quite ready to face your mother after turning her son into a queer." He pulled away from me and frowned. "I understand the part about falling asleep during the sermon, but I don't understand the concern about mom. You didn't make me 'queer' because of last night. I've known since fourth grade that I liked guys a whole heck of a lot more than girls. I told mom three years ago." "You told your mom that you're gay?" "Yeah. She's been really cool about it. She's even pointed out cute guys when we're out in town. She thinks you're REALLY cute, and she knows that I love you." I buried my face in my hands. "Oh, man! You mean to tell me that your mother is going to be okay with this?" "Yeah. She's told me that she thinks you like me, and when I left yesterday, she winked and told me to have fun but be careful." "I am not believing this!" "Well, believe." He stood and pulled me up. "Come on, I've got to get cleaned up, and I'd really like you to wash my back in the shower." He led the way into the shower dropping clothes as he went. I pulled off my own clothes as he adjusted the water temperature in the shower. We came together under the spray. Chest to chest and crotch to crotch. Kissing. Caressing. Running our hands over every square inch of skin. He broke the kiss and began soaping my back and ass. He pulled away and bent down so he could continue soaping my legs. His soapy hands worked up the front of my legs and thighs to my now hard cock and balls. He stood back up and ran the soap over my chest, shoulders, and arms. "I hope I have hair on my chest like this some day," he said as his fingers moved around in soapy circles between my nipples. He moved closer. We kissed again. This time he moved his body against mine until both of us were fully soaped. He pulled away and turned his back. "Your turn." I took the soap and began lathering his shoulders, back, ass, and legs. I made certain to move my hands all the way around to the front of his body to play with his pecs and nipples and to trace the slight groove that ran down the middle of his tight stomach muscles down to his erect cock. I knelt in the tub and spread the soap around on his legs before standing and pulling us into another slippery, soapy embrace. We moved together grinding our erections into one another. "Andy, I'm going to cum again!" "Do it, babe. I'm right with you." We shot our loads together. Semen mixing with the soap sliding on our bellies. We rinsed the soap and semen off and dried each other without saying speaking. He went into the bedroom to put on his clean clothes. I wrapped a towel around my waist and went into the living area collecting his discarded clothes along the way. He emerged from the bedroom dressed for church. "Are you all right with this?" "I think I'm in shock." "I'll be back after lunch." He kissed me quickly and disappeared through the door. I heard his car start and then the crunch of wheels as he drove out the driveway. I went into the bedroom and pulled on some socks and a set of sweats. Returning to the kitchen, I poured another cup of coffee. My hand was shaking. I reached into the cupboard, grabbed the bottle, and poured a healthy slug of bourbon into the coffee. I had just been through the most wonderful sensual and sexual encounter I'd ever had. Why was I so frightened? (To be continued)