Date: Fri, 24 Oct 2003 09:57:14 +0000 From: Ist Person Subject: "A New boy Named Sean Part 2" I did Part 2. Now wasn't that fast? If you are offended by anything I am about to write, I HIGHLY recommend finding a different website. That stated: A New Boy Named Sean.. Part 2 As I stood there with Sean in my arms, I understood the irrationality of emotions. For so long I have kept them all in check, but now I was losing my servitude to the loneliness that I had come to understand, and its loss left a hole inside of me I was desperate to restore, and Sean, the destroyer of my balance, my winning grip over myself I no longer could control. But in its place I felt him taking hold, while the empty place inside of me was filling up, and I simply cannot get enough and in its place I feel the warmth that's coming from inside. Just then I realized the lie I had just told him. The trade we both had silently agreed to without ever truly knowing or understanding why. I had said he was a part of my like my heart or a lung, but they hold no true place within my love. The room to which I had unknowingly allowed him to enter was rooted deep within my desire, my lust, my need of a companion. I have already seen him naked and we had already played some games, but I never knew he was the one to whom I would always be attached. Was this love that I felt? True love, unlike all that I had seen before. This wasn't just lust or Hollywood in real life, it is real. It is... magical. Is this the basis for songs I didn't get, to poetry I never understood? What is this? I must be dreaming, this isn't fair. I must have looked desperate to explain this to him, but I had no way to explain to him the level to which I had fallen. I hopelessly looked down to the floor for answers to my questions, but it turned out he had the answers somewhere beyond words. This time it was him who came up to me and with a look of questioning wonder, he showed me how to express my feelings. As he touched our lips together, the sound of my gasp was muffled by our exchange of passion. I felt as his hands explored the vines of my hair, as we tasted each other for a time unknown to me. I ran my hands under his shirt and up and down the small of his back, exploring the firm curve of his body. I found his shoulder blades moving in unison to his hands as he explored my neck. And for the first time, I realized that while I could not have paid attention to everything going on, an important part of me was at full attention, and standing proud. In fact, it appeared to have a partner of its own. He send a flow of tortured pain through my body as he pulled away from the kiss; replacing his attention to removing my shirt, and I discovered myself enthralled with the same pursuit. As my shirt came over the top of my head, he went to throw it to the floor, and realized the specifics of our location. He glanced into my eyes and pulled me further into the moment. "We shouldn't do this here, there are windows over there" he said as he motioned to the row of windows exposing us to possibilities of enthralling all who dare to pass by and look in on us. A familiar smile came upon his face as his head motioned to his room. "Come on" he encouraged as if I had any thought of doing anything else. He took the lead into the hall, and lost his shirt along the way. I saw it on the floor as I quickly passed it by. Into his room we ventured until I slowly closed the door. Then we had the world unto ourselves and time was just a chore. I turned to see his smile and rushed into his arms. We allowed ourselves to fall into his bed. I bent my leg and kicked off the shoe embracing my left foot, the right was slightly harder, but it had fallen just the same. The unbuttoning of my pants had come as a prelude to a zipping sound as I lost my last restraint. I thrust into the air, practice if you will, to send my pants and boxers crashing to the ground. I laid there hot and panting, with my future to my right. While he finished, I turned my head to watch his body frantically shedding the confines of his clothes. When I saw his skin was glistening, even though the air was cold, I knew his thought were happy and his patience growing old. At last his task was finished, and rolled over to his side. My kiss was full of passion and our lowers bunted heads. Some wetness had escaped, a solution for our friction. Our tongues were waging battle as our hands were seeking gold. He broke our kiss and rolled over to get some lube. But I he changed his mind when I proved it was some licking he needed and some could wait, the day was young. Around his head I tasted and let my tongue explore the tube. He allowed his head to tilt as he released a solid moan. I ate it pretty far, but gagged as I chose speed instead of distance. His hands went to my scalp as he encouraged me for more. His moans were growing deep, and his breathing more pronounced. I stopped and went back for his lips, we kissed. But soon he too broke off. The trail of lips was leading down my neck, my excitement growing as he slowly passed my hips. He stopped before my dick and went down instead of up. He lightly sucked them both and left them there to hang. But then he put his mouth, around the tip. I could not tell you what I felt. This was better than before. My length was wet, and only getting worse. Then it started building, and he didn't seem to care. "Watch out" I cried as I was just about to go. He pulled away just in time. I closed my eyes just when. -UGH. . . . Three. Four. Five. Yes, five. And I felt more running down the side. I opened my eyes to see him finishing up himself. When he crossed over, it was his face that caught my attention. It was a combination of agony and bliss, a splendid union of enemies to yield the greatest reward. I felt a sense of calm when his second of ultimate bliss took over, and smiled when he fell down to my side. His lips were still upturned, but his eyes looked rather spent. We would definitely need more time after every time we practiced. He turned onto his side and I pulled him to my chest. We both were sure the other needed the rest.