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Author's Message: Happy Thanksgiving.
I guess on the way to meet Dawson we all pretty much gave Claude the third degree. He was so cool. He told us some about Dawson's father and how he and Dawson met and the fact that Dawson totally changed his life, which he had come to Nice to end. There was still some sadness there but the was also a new happiness which I guess I was willing to share with him. It was called Dawson. I really liked Claude. Ian was the only hesitant one as usual.
When I heard Dawson's voice coming from the dressing room my heart rate quickened, and my stomach turned and my eyes watered and after only one day of not seeing him or touching him. I opened the door and I have no idea what I said - he was so beautiful! All I remember was being in his arms again and kissing him. He was so different, so relaxed and calm, well calm for Dawson, but his kiss was what was different - it was like there was nothing held back, no embarrassment or shyness. It was the most incredible kiss of my lifetime.
This was a fantastic meeting with all of us. For me very emotional and seeing him hug Claude and calling him papa, I really had to suppress my tears and I could see Claude was pretty choked up too.
When we got to the hotel Claude had a room for Dawson and I one for Alex and Ian and Sven would share with Claude.
Dawson and I went off to our room. It was a fantastic room with a king size bed.
"It's nice in Nice," Dawson said in English, "Dieter, isn't the view terrific from here."
Dawson stared out the window "I'm scared Dieter. I'm so scared that you won't like me, but I have to be honest with you because I know if I'm not then what we have will not last...and I want it to last forever."
"Come on let's lay on the bed and cuddle and you tell me everything you want to."
We got comfortable. I was cuddled up behind him.
"First of all I'm not fifteen yet."
"I know that. You are fourteen and your birthday is February 14 th ."
"Yes. I suppose you want to know how?" I asked and he nodded, "Well, remember once when you first stayed at my apartment and uh, walked in on you. I got a good look at your private area and I noticed that there wasn't much hair there...and later I checked your passport. It never bothered me."
"Sam knew he was dying. He never told me directly, but he sort of prepared me. I was thirteen when he died. I had to go live with my mother and her family. They weren't at all happy except for the money they would get as long as I was living with them. But one day I went to a dance and the result of that and the fact that the boy I danced with kissed me my half-brother threatened to tell my parents and made school hell for me I was beaten up or push around nearly every day. Then...then he threatened me..."
Moments passed and Dawson said nothing. I knew he was silently crying. I held him a little closer to me.
"Dawson, it's going to be okay. Come on tell me what happened?"
After a long silence he continued, "I am so ashamed. He said he could make it worse for me at school or better but...but..I had to give him a blowjob. So, I did. I did it ever day after school and then he wanted me to do the same to his best friend. So I did. I got to where I didn't want to go home finally one day I just said no. I didn't care what he did...so I got beat up at school again but that was nothing compared to the beating I got at home. He had taken a picture of me giving his friend a blowjob and gave it to my mother. Well, I got beaten so bad I couldn't go to school. Truth is they didn't want me to go because they knew I would tell on them and they would go to jail. I went to school anyway. What normally took me twenty minutes to walk took me two hours. I went to the hospital for three days. They went to jail and my brother went to detention. I went to foster care, which wasn't great, but it was better than living with them."
Dawson rolled over so that he was facing me. "I didn't want to do it...and now I don't know if I could do it with you...the other night when I pushed you off me. I was scared you'd make me do it. I know it's not normal for me to feel like this. I know you want to..." He looked at me for a couple of moments. "Maybe I should go..." and he started to get up.
I didn't let him get up, "What you have to pee or something?"
"Then lay you little ass back down because were aren't finished yet."
He lay back down facing me.
"Understand me. I...love...you. If you think sex is the only thing I want then you need a reality adjustment." He smiled and I kissed him on the lips. "But if you didn't have this problem I'd be all over you and I will admit I want to have sex with you but it's not paramount and I know if we take things slowly we - I said WE will get through this. I want to be with you for the rest of our life and if there is another life after this one then in that one too!"
"So, young man unless you want to leave me then get back here and never, ever leave me!" I laughed.
Dawson smiled his most precious smile and jumped on me!
"I love you and I will never leave you again...except to go to the bathroom and put on some music!" He jumped up and put on some music - what else but his favorite Pet Shop Boys.
"What are we going to do dance?" I laughingly asked.
He got a quizzical look on his face and smiled and wiggled his eye brows as he commence to dance the most erotic dance I'd ever seen or imagined and began stripping in time to `I Wouldn't Normally Do This Kind of Thing'. "Take your clothes off babe," he said in a low sexy voice. I complied. Just watching him I was so hard and he had this totally sexy smile. What Dawson could do with his body when he danced would make John Travolta look lame. The song ended and NYC boy started playing at which point he came over to the bed and laid his naked body down on top of me and we started kissing passionately. He body started gyrating against me in time to the music rubbing against my hard dick up and down I was going crazy and began pushing up against him. The song came to an end and then the song changed to `You Choose' and he slowed to the tempo of the new song as continued kissing my neck, my chest my lips. Slowly, slowly driving my body into ecstasy. He was really into creating such sexual pleasure without doing the things he didn't want to do and kissing me so passionately.
I've know Dawson for over six months and one things I always notice is when he does something - it's like he puts all of himself into it and right now he was doing just that and there was no doubt in my mind that he totally loved me and all of this was for me and my pleasure. The feel of his body and the fact that he was creating the most sensual feeling in me I knew I was going to cum any second and suddenly I knew he was about to cum too. The next song played.
"Oh, God! Dieter! I'm cumming!" he exclaimed. And with that I felt his hard penis tensed up and the felt the warmth of his boy seed as it was expelled and that was all I needed to push me beyond the edge and I erupted shot after shot of hot semen releasing and mingling with his cum between us. We lay there for a few minutes gently kissing each other. "So, did you feel the deal?" he giggled.
"Mmmmm. Dawson, you - you are so fantastic! I've never experience anything like that. Will you be mine forever? Be my life mate?" I asked.
"Yes." He said and then kissed me and we lay there for another five minutes before either of us spoke.
"Want to take a shower with me?" I asked.
I don't know where I got the idea to do the erotic dancing but it worked it was tight! I loved the feeling of Dieter naked body against mine and when we both came at nearly the same time it was great!
We got all horny again in the shower and he started to go down on me but I wouldn't let him because I knew I couldn't return the favor. I think he was disappointed in me. I got out of the shower.
"Dawson, come back."
"Why, I'm clean and I hate taking long showers," I lied.
"That's a lie and you know it. You just don't want me to make love to you."
"Not that way." I said as he got out of the shower.
"Why? I love you and I want to do that," he said taking me in his arms. Instant hardon! He was driving e crazy with his kisses and began sucking on my nipples and I was massaging his penis, which was leaking precum. His penis slipped out of my hand as he lowered himself to my raging hardon and began licking the head of my penis and pushing the foreskin back with his lips - it felt so good and I wanted more and I began fucking his face just like my half brother had done to me.
"NO!" I screamed, "I can't!" and I push him away from me. His face looked so hurt. I turned and left the room quickly grabbed my shorts, put them on, and left. He was saying something but I wasn't listening as I ran down the stairway four flights down to the lobby and out of the hotel. A minute later I was running along the beach and ran until I couldn't run any further and collapsed on the beach. After a short time I got up and started walking. I walked for a long time just thinking about everything and feeling worse about life and myself. I was tired so I took a nap and only woke because I was getting chilled. It was night. I got up and walked back to the hotel.
Sven was the first person I met of the group. "Hey, Bro, have a nice walk? Want to sit and talk?"
"No. I'm going back to Paris getting my stuff and leaving for Italy."
"Hey cool! Mind if I tag along! I've always wanted to go to Italy and you'll have nothing to worry about because I'm your Bro!"
"So he told you what happened?"
"Yeah. Well, he was more than a little upset by what happened."
"Yeah, well he wasn't the only one! I told him I couldn't do that! Why did he try and force me? Anyway, I don't want to talk about it! I'm leaving and that's that!"
Sven shook his head.
"I never took you for being a spoiled American brat. He knows he did wrong and you handle it by running away. I'm glad I'm not in love with you."
I said nothing. Damn him! I knew he was right and I was wrong. Some times when I know I'm wrong and I know I'm being as he says a spoiled American brat I can help but crack a smile."
"Bitch," he laughed.
I hugged him, "What would I ever do without you Sven." I didn't want to release the hug. I knew Sven was the one my heart loved. When his arms were around me I felt so safe. Why couldn't he be gay?
I finally broke from the hug and went to make up with Dieter.