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The sirens of emergency vehicles were in the background, some closer than others. Their flashing lights lit the scene of my body. I was already in my spirit form, floating above the scene. I could see everyone surrounding my body as if it was a free display of an artifact or something. I flew up to see if Brett was okay. He was still in bed when I entered the room. He looks so innocent, so peaceful. That would soon be shattered.
I reached out to touch him, but my hand just went right through him. He shifted from his position, waking up. He looked over at my side and realized I wasn't next to him. Brett stood up and went downstairs. The sliding glass door was open, allowing a breeze to flow through the curtains. A panic look suddenly appeared on his face. He ran to the ledge of the balcony and looked down.
"No!" he whispered.
Brett ran back inside towards the door. He turned back around and grabbed his wallet off the dining room table before exiting the hotel room. Without a care in the world, he pushed passed people all the way down to the lobby. I was back out by my body by the time Brett came running outside. By this time, though, the police kept the area clear while paramedics checked my body out.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, son," a police officer said. "You can't go near there."
"Listen," Brett said, reaching for his wallet. "My name is Brett Malcolm and I need to see who that is." Panic was evident in his voice.
The officer laughed, "Right, kid, just get back."
"Hey, asshole," Brett loudly said. "I am not kidding! Now let me through or I'll have your ass fired!"
"Well, look who's got the attitude on him." The cop laughed even harder. "Sorry, but you're still not getting passed."
I could tell Brett had had enough of the jerk cop. He reached into his wallet and pulled his ID out, shoving it in the face of the police officer. "Think I'm kidding now asshole!? Now let me the fuck through!"
The cop looked more panicked than Brett. "Yes, sir,"
Brett ran passed the cop and up to the paramedics surrounding my body. He slowed down when he saw it was actually me lying on the ground. I looked at my body, then back at Brett. He looked so sad, so miserable.
"Tanner?" Brett asked to no one. He moved closer, kneeling next to me. He kneeled right into a pool of blood, but he was unfazed. Brett touched my face with his hand and suddenly busted out in tears. "No!" His body went numb falling on of me crying like a madman. "Tanner please wake up! You have to wake up! You can't die!"
If only there was some way I could answer him. Tears streamed down my face and the urge to scream at Brett that I was above him was so incredibly powerful. Words, however, just didn't seem to make any sense in my head at that point.
Brett jumped up from my body and ran over to the cop. He grabbed his gun and held it under his chin.
"No, son," the cop shouted.
I watched helplessly as Brett backed away from the cop. There was nothing I could do but watch on helplessly when he pulled the trigger...
"Ahh!" I screamed, sitting straight up. Tears were streaming down my face and my heart was racing. "Ahh!"
"What? What?" Brett sat up and looked at me.
"Y-y-y-ou... shot y-y-y..."
Brett held onto me tightly as I cried frantically. He was rubbing my back and telling me it would be all right. But the dream, no, the nightmare that I had was horrible. I have no idea where it came from, but it is seriously freaking me out.
"Shh, Tanner, it'll be all right." Brett softly spoke.
"I-it was h-horrible, Brett!" I almost screamed.
"It was just a nightmare, Tanner." he said. "Whatever it was won't happen."
"But I jumped off the balcony! And you shot yourself!"
"Oh, Tanner," Brett cooed. He laid down pulling me on top of him. I cried for several long minutes until I finally passed out from exhaustion.
The morning came and along with it a plate of breakfast served to me by Brett. His eyes have dark circles underneath them, drooping a bit. This had to be because of my nightmare. I know I woke up screaming very early in the morning. Brett must've not fallen asleep until long after I did.
"Morning," he smiled lightly. "How're you feeling?"
"Better," I got out. "I'm sorry about last night, Brett. You look really tired."
"I am, but there's no reason for you to be sorry. You can't help what you dream about." he said calmly. "Wanna talk about what the nightmare was?"
"It was just horrible, Brett." I sighed. "For some reason I jumped off the balcony. And when I died, I was a ghost floating above my body. I flew up to the bedroom to see you and I think I woke you up by trying to touch you. When you didn't see me next to you, you went downstairs and saw the glass doors open, then you panicked and ran downstairs. You saw my body lying on the ground and you ran up to me. After a few seconds, you jumped up and took a cop's gun, and then you put the gun under your chin and you... Well, you..." I started to cry again. The painful memory of my nightmare was killing me on the inside. "You killed yourself because of me!"
"Tanner," Brett said softly, sitting next to me and placing an arm across my shoulders. "That won't happen. You have no reason to do that and neither do I."
"I know, Brett, but it just felt so real." I panted, completely out of breath from crying so hard. "I'm sorry."
"Hey, you can't help what you dream. Let's just forget about this silly dream and have fun down at the pool today. After dinner, I want to show you the lion habitat down in the lobby." Brett caressed my face and then said, "Now, go get changed so we can start this hot day off right."
Brett was right. I should just push that nightmare from my memory and try my best to have a blast with him today. Besides, let's look at the bright side shall we? I get to see Brett more than half-naked today, all day, with water dripping from his body.
I quickly put my swimsuit on. Brett led me down to the pool area and I was stunned. The area was gigantic. There's even a map to get around! Brett and I both seemed out of place. That's right, I even said Brett.
We found a couple of chairs near one of the larger pools. Brett set all our stuff up-meaning two towels and some sun block-and then he was telling me to take my shirt off so he could lather me up in some block. He squeezed some into his hand and worked his way from my shoulders down. The feeling of his hands was so energetic to me. Other parts of my body liked it even more. When it was his turn to be blocked up, I made sure to be extra sensual with him because I knew he wanted to get me hard. He wanted to stress me out in a sexual way to get my mind off of certain other things. Well, it worked. So, when I got to put block on his body I was sure to rub it in extra good around his waist.
The two of us began to swim around in the regular pool. Brett had to keep his sunglasses on for disguise. I asked whether or not it was a good idea for him to be here, but he said since no one has ever seen him shirtless it was less of a threat. Anyways, we swam around for a good couple of hours. Lunchtime rolled around and Brett got us some burgers and fries. Once our food was devoured, Brett told me we should go on the river and just let the waters carry us around.
I loved the river. It was so much fun being able to float around while not having to worry about flying off a waterfall or hitting dangerous rapids. Brett and I were side by side the entire time we were in the river. I can't tell you how relaxing it was to just be able to float next to my boyfriend for hours upon hours. Brett eventually said we should get out and go eat dinner.
Back up in the room, Brett was getting ready to get in shower.
"Why don't you jump in with me?" he suggested.
"Um, well, I can just wait for you. I'll just watch some TV or something." I said nervously.
"You know, I've noticed that you keep avoiding me seeing you naked at all." Brett said in a detective sort of tone. "Today was the first day I actually saw you without a shirt on. Why is that?"
I blushed deeply. "I'm not really comfortable with you seeing me naked. I don't have a lot to show anywhere. Compared to you I am literally a toothpick."
"Now what's that supposed to mean!?" Brett comically said. He had his hands on his hip and looked way too girly. "Tanner, so what you have a small frame. I have a medium frame. We're not that different. I've just acquired some muscle over the years."
"Yeah, but I'm so skinny compared to you. And my...um... Well, my 'friend' isn't exactly anything compared to yours."
"Come on, Tanner, I don't care about your friends' size. And I don't know if you've noticed this, but ever since we started hanging out you've definitely put on a few more pounds. You're not near as skinny as you were when we first met, not that you were too skinny."
"I guess," I muttered, still completely embarrassed.
"Well, I won't force you to do something you don't want to, but I would love to see you naked, regardless of how small you think you are."
Brett walked into the bathroom and then into the shower. I sat on the bed and thought about what I should do. I owe it to Brett to share myself with him. He's been a perfect boyfriend. He's deserved it to see me naked. Admitting defeat, I stripped down and walked into the bathroom. The shower door was fogged up, but Brett was visibly washing his hair. I opened the door and slowly stepped in. Brett turned around, surprised by my entrance.
"Hey, I thought..."
"I figured you deserve to see me naked."
"Oh, I deserve it do I?"
I sighed, "You know what I mean."
"Yeah," he chuckled. "See, this isn't so bad is it?"
"Actually it's not," I smiled. "It's kind of hot even."
"It's really hot," Brett grinned. He moved forward and started to kiss me. His tongue probed the inside of my mouth with a forceful passion. Brett placed a hand on each of my shoulders.
My feelings were suddenly on overdrive. I reached down and grasped Brett's huge cock. He was rock hard and moaned when I touched him. He began to slide his hands down my body all the way down to my groin. I tensed up feeling his hand grab my hard member.
"Brett," I moaned, trying to back away from him. Brett wouldn't let me, though. Instead, he moved into me closer and just hugged me. Our cocks rubbed between each others' stomach creating a very erotic moment.
"Tanner, I have a surprise for your birthday tomorrow."
"Yep," Brett released me from the hug. "Now, let me wash your hair."
After our shower, we went down to the lobby and ate at the buffet. Brett and I both had at least four plates each plus two desserts. The two of us had to wait a little bit before leaving because we felt so full.
We went to the lion exhibit right after we could move again. To be able to see lions again was a real treat. This one part of the exhibit has a glass ceiling that the lions could walk on. One lion was lying down and rolling around on top of the glass. It was freaking awesome to see that up close. Half an hour passed before I grew tired and wanted to go back up to the room. We watched movies until probably one in the morning. I know I fell asleep on top of him during one of the movies. At one point Brett carried me up to the bedroom where we both fell asleep.
"Happy birthday!" Brett shouted.
"W-what?" I groggily answered, sitting straight up. "What the hell?"
Brett laughed. He's wearing a party hat and a silver beaded necklace around his neck. Other than those two things, just his boxers. I must say that it was quite a way to wake up in the morning.
"Come on, get up! We have lots of stuff to do today!" Brett said excitedly. He was bouncing around all over the room.
"Brett," I groaned. "I just wanna sleep."
"Tanner, you're turning eighteen today! Let's go out and celebrate." Brett pulled the blanket from the bed. "I'm taking you out to see some cool stuff today. Dinner is at five-thirty and then there are three surprises for you."
"Surprises?" I repeated. "Oh, boy, I love surprises! Have you already showered!?"
Brett nodded. "Yeah, it's almost noon. I had no idea you were such a heavy sleeper."
"Crap," I shrieked, jumping out of bed and into the closet to get some clothes. I hurriedly took a shower and then met Brett downstairs so we could start our day.
Brett took me to the Shark Reef at that tropical hotel I noticed when we first arrived in Las Vegas. I think it's called The Mandalay Bay, but I'm not too sure. Anyways, the Shark Reef was really cool. Although it has shark in the title, that's not all that was there. Alligators, turtles, giant lizards, and lots of other types of animals were in the place. My favorite part, though, definitely has to be being able to pet fish and stingrays. Gosh, I must've pet them for over an hour. I was like a little kid in a candy store. Hmm, I don't think that analogy works very well, but surely you get the idea.
Brett took me to the Luxor next to see the Titanic exhibit. There were artifacts straight from the ship like money and dishes and jewelry. One of the neatest things there was a replica of the grand staircase. The entire time we were there, I felt a kind of eerie feeling in the air. It was like the entire exhibit was being watched by those lost in the accident. The feeling was so strong, I told Brett I wanted to leave.
The time was nearing four o'clock. Brett told me that my biggest birthday surprise was tonight. Dinner is at five-thirty so that should kill a while since my other surprise is at seven. I am so dying to learn what my surprises are. Truth be told, one of the surprises has to do with something in the bedroom I'm sure. The other two surprises I have no idea about.
"Hey, we should go back to the room now. Dinner is in an hour and a half and we need to get ready." Brett said.
"Get ready for what?" I asked.
"For your surprises you dork. The first surprise is after dinner. The second surprise is after the first surprise. And the third surprise is after the second. They're all in order." Brett explained. He's bearing a huge smile and there's a certain anxiousness about him.
The two of us went back up to the room and started to get ready. Brett wanted us to take separate showers because of how uneasy I was yesterday. For that, I was grateful. It was nice being naked in front of Brett, in fact, it's something that might be happening a lot more, but I just need time to really get used to it. Right after he got out of the shower, I jumped in. I only took a few minutes whereas Brett took at least twenty minutes. I have no clue what he does in there that takes him so long, but whatever. I guess it's time well spent.
I had to dress in nice clothing. Brett had my outfit lying on the bed when I got out of the shower. He picked the dark red shirt and black pants he bought for me. My jacket was hanging on a nearby chair with a pamphlet of some kind in one of its pockets. I took the pamphlet out to read it.
"Experience spectacular martial arts performances from around the world in just ninety minutes. This incredible display of flexibility and choreography will be sure to entertain and leave you completely breathless!" I read aloud to myself. "Cirque du Soleil is a performance worth seeing!"
I ran downstairs to find Brett. He was sitting on the couch watching TV when I ran in.
"Hey, are you... Um, I guess you're not ready. The restaurant doesn't allow cute naked boys inside."
"We're going to see this!?" I asked excitedly.
"What!?" Brett jumped up from the chair and checked his pockets. "Damn it! That was the surprise for after dinner. I put the pamphlet in the wrong jacket. Shit!"
"So, we are going?"
"Yeah," Brett muttered.
"Yes!" I shouted. "Babe, this is so freaking cool. The show looks amazing!"
"But it was supposed to be a surprise."
"Brett," I began, "this is more of a surprise than you know. I have no idea how to pronounce the name of the show or what it's really about, but from what the pamphlet says about it I'm sure it's amazing!"
Without waiting for a response from Brett, I jumped into his arms and planted my lips atop his. He felt immensely better because his member said it all. I ran back upstairs to get dressed.
The restaurant Brett took me to was delicious. He of course ordered a steak of some kind whereas I got organic chicken. When the bill came, I quickly snatched it just to get a peak at the prices because of the fact that there weren't any prices on the menu. I kid you not, the bill was over $115! What the fuck!? Brett's steak was seventy and my chicken was thirty. Drinks were seven each plus tax so that was ridiculous. Anyways, after my heart attack about the bill much to Brett's amusement, he took me back to the MGM for the Cirque show.
The seats Brett purchased were only feet away from the stage. As the show started, I was instantly stunned by how immediate the acrobatics and such were. Over the course of the show, I can't tell you how astonished I was. These performers were freaking unforgettable. The things they could do and could do at high altitudes is something you have to see for yourself. There were so many elements to the show; giant buildings, spinny-wheelie type things, ships, platforms, poles. All those things were put into play perfectly. Coming into the theatre, I had no idea what to expect. The show itself had a kind of darkness about it.
After the show ended, Brett took me out to catch a cab to the Bellagio where I guess my second surprise is. When we got to the hotel, Brett stopped me right in the center area next to the giant lake. Within a few minutes, lights were dimmed and music began to play. Water started to shoot up from the lake in sync with whatever song was playing. The song was really meaningful. I'm not quite sure what it was called, but trust me it was meaningful. The entire time Brett and I were watching the water jets, he stood behind me with his arms wrapped around my waste. On occasion, he would sing parts of the song to me directly in my ear. Whenever he did that, chills would go down my spine. When the song ended, I turned around to Brett and kissed him without a care in the world who saw.
Once we were back in the hotel room, Brett said that we should take a quick shower. So, after my shower Brett took his. He walked back into the bedroom after his shower with just a towel wrapped around his waist. I was lying on the bed naked.
"Brett, um, I have a feeling that my last surprise has something to do with sex." I said calmly. I didn't want him to think I was mad at all. He just nodded slowly. "Well, I want to have sex with you. No, I want you to make love to me."
"Tanner, are you sure?" Brett cautiously asked.
"More sure of this Brett than anything else in the world." I replied.
"But you're barely comfortable being completely naked around me. In fact, this is only the second time I've seen you completely naked."
"I know, but I feel extremely comfortable with all of that now. I mean, I think my actions speak louder than my words."
Brett giggled, "Yeah,"
I grabbed a bottle of lotion from off the nightstand and held it up for Brett. He dropped his towel revealing his already hard eight inches of beauty. He slowly got onto the bed and lathered his cock up in lotion. Before he even began to enter me, however, he leaned forward and kissed me softly.
"Just be gentle," I said fearfully.
"Don't worry," he said softly.
All of a sudden, I felt a sharp pain down below. Brett saw me wince and stopped pushing inside. Brett felt when I relaxed and then began to enter me more. Half way in, the pain began to become unbearable and I almost told him to just pull out. He noticed my discomfort, though, and stopped moving. I quickly got used to something intruding down below and he was back pushing in more. Once all eight inches were inside of me, he just stayed still to let me get really accustomed to it.
"Okay, I'm okay," I almost whispered.
Brett began to move in and out of me. Any pain that was still present was quickly being replaced by slight pleasure. Every time Brett would push back into me, tiny waves of this intense feeling swarmed throughout me. My wonderful boyfriend began to sweat a little bit. About every other thrust into me, little beads of sweat would drip off onto my stomach. His position changed when he got really warmed up. Instead of holding my knees and pushing, he was now holding himself up using his knuckles and resting just above my face.
"Brett," I panted. "How is it?"
"It's so great, Tanner." he panted back. He seemed to be in complete ecstasy. "What about you? Are you still doing okay?"
I grinned. "Yeah, I'm doing great."
Brett leaned down and kissed me. He continued to thrust in and out, in and out. He began to really pick up the pace after several minutes. I assumed this meant that he was close to cumming. More sweat dripped onto me, but honestly it was a real turn on. I mean, it was pouring on me, but it was a light sprinkle I guess you could say.
"Tanner, I can feel it." Brett moaned. "What do you want me to do?"
"What?" I asked.
"I mean, where do y-you want me to... Mmm, where do you want me to shoot?"
"Oh," I moaned. "Just shoot inside of me."
I guess those were the magic words for Brett because right after I finished talking he let out a long moan and thrusted really hard into me. His elbows gave out and he collapsed on top of me.
"F-fuck," he breathed out. "That was even better than road head."
I chuckled. "Yeah, it was really great, Brett. I feel so much closer to you now."
Brett didn't speak. He simply slid down my body and took my cock in his mouth. To be truthful, I was disappointed I didn't cum while Brett was doing me. But as any great boyfriend would do, mine made sure I felt just as good as he. Within seconds, I shot a very large load into Brett's mouth. It's been a long while since I last jacked off so that cum has definitely been pent up a while.
Brett went to the thermostat and turned the air on seeing as how we were both sweating by this time. He came back to bed and spooned me from behind. A smile was on my face as I drifted off to sleep.
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