Date: Thu, 22 Feb 2001 07:00:49 -0500 From: Ritch Christopher Subject: just-beyond-that-hill-10 All rights reserved. Copyright held by the author. If you are underage or are offended by gay fiction, containing graphic sex and explicit language, please exit now. <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> "You can put your stuff in there" said Chad as he pointed to the guest room. "Thanks." "Can I get you a beer?" "No...no thanks." I couldn't let him know that at my age, I have never even tasted alcohol of any kind..."Do you have a coke or some juice," "Orange juice...picked them off the tree myself." "You have orange trees?" "Yep, orange, tangerine, grapefruit...you name it." "The weather's not right in Tennessee for growing citrus." "There's citrus growing on nearly every house in California," "Betcha don't have any sweet potatoes growing in your back yard, do you?" "No, I'm afraid you've got me on that one." "You live near Nashville?" "No, I live just north of Chattanooga." "Oh, the Chattanooga Choo Choo?" "Yeah, and the Chattanooga Shoe Shine Boy." "My girlfriend is a southerner. She was born in Macon, Georgia." "Oh, you have a girlfriend?" "Yeah...We've been going steady over a year now." "Is she a lifeguard, too?" "Naw, she's trying to be an actress...She's had a couple of walk-ons, but nothing big yet. She just auditioned for a new Tab Hunter film, 'The Girl He Left Behind', and Sheila wants to be the "girl". "I bet he's left a lot of them behind." "Whaddya mean?" "Oh nothing, you know about all those stories you hear about those good looking young guy movie stars." "Oh you mean about him being a fag?" "That's what I heard." "You can't believe all that shit. They say it about everyone out here." "I could see how he could turn some guys on." "Yeah?...well he would have to do a lot of knob tuning to turn me on." "You don't like fags?" I asked. "Fuck no. They're always trying to hit on me at the beach. At least once a week, one of 'em fakes drowning, just to get me to come after them. There's a girl lifeguard at stand right below mine and I usually call for her to go rescue them, just to fake 'em out...How's the juice...sure you don't want a beer," "No...I'm fine." "Well what brings you to California, if you don't mind my asking." "My truck...and I don't mean that to be a smart ass answer...I just got out of bed early one morning and headed west...and here I am." "How long you been travelling?" "Almost three months." "It took you three months to drive from Tennessee.,,You have a lot of car trouble." "No, I got stuck in a rather sticky situation in Texas and stayed there over a couple of months." "Trouble with the law?" "No, I hooked up with this guy and I helped him on his farm and took care of his mother...and then she died...and he thought he was in love with me and wanted me to stay and help him drill oil wells." "Guys hit on you, too?" "A couple of times." "You aren't one too are you?" "No, I'm not a fag...although I play around from time to time." "You mean with guys?" "Yeah." "God man, I don't know how you do it...The idea of doing something with another guy just turns me off completely." "You just haven't met the guys I have, I guess." "You don't go all the way with them, do you?" "Whaddya mean, all the way?" "All that butt fucking an stuff...Sorry man, I shouldn't have asked that. It's none of my business." "'sOK. It's no more than my asking you if you fucked Sheila, which I never would ask." "It's just that I've never really talked to a guy who's actually done anything with a another guy, I don't know what they do." "Well if you'll take what I say as not being from first-hand experience, I could tell you a few things," "OK, I won't think anything bad about you. Tell me whatever you want." "Well guys make love just like men and women do." "They can't man...they're built differently." "Well, it's not all about sex. Guys make love. They hold each other, sometimes they kiss..." "That's one thing that really repulses me...the idea of guys kissing;" "But in the dark, you can't tell the difference." "I can tell if the person I'm kissing has a beard or not." "All right, let's say they're both clean shaven...You wouldn't be able to tell." "I bet I would still know." "You don't have to tell me about Sheila...but have you ever had a girl go down on you and put your dick in her mouth?" "Yeah...and I love it." "You know there are certain spots you wish she would touch or certain things you wish she would do that feels good to you...and you're too embarrassed to ask her to do them." "Yeah, I know that feeling." "Well another guy doing it to you, knows where those spots are and just what to do to make it feel just right." "Maybe, but he's still a queer and I could never forget that it was a guy doing it to me." "I'd make you a bet. If you ever tried it just once...you'd like it." "I'd like to take you up on that bet...but there ain't no way I'm gonna ever find out. I think I'm gonna have another beer, How's your orange juice?" "Fine, thanks." Chad went back into the kitchen to the fridge. His house was the most modern one I had ever seen. It had light switch plates. My eyes stared across the room at what appeared to be a radio with a round glass. "Hey, Chad, is that a television?" "Sure thing." "I've never seen one before." "Turn that knob on the right hand side." I did as I was told and I waited, eagerly, and sure enough a picture appeared like a tiny black and white movie. The show was called, "I Married Joan" with Joan Davis and Jim Backus. It was a scream and to think you could see this in the comfort of your on living room. I couldn't wait to tell Eddie about this. I know I should write or call Eddie and let him know where I am, in case he or Momma or dad needed me. I would do that tomorrow, first thing. It would be three hours later there when I called. "How would you like some Mexican food for supper?" "I don't even know what Mexican food is..." "Tacos, burritos, chili..." "Oh chili. I love chili. I buy a big can of Van Camp's Chili con carne every time I go to the store back home." "You got any family back home?" "Well yes and no. My momma and my day have a farm but they don't live on it. My dad works in a town called Oak Ridge where they built that atomic bomb. I was living on the farm with my sister and her husband. They just had a baby. Named it after me and my brother, who was killed in the war." "You leave a girl behind back there?" "Nope." "You didn't leave a boy behind, did you?" "Not really." "You were serious about this fag business, weren't you? You DID leave a boyfriend back there, didn't you?" "I have a very close friend back home...well sort of a friend. He's my brother-in-law." "Shit! It must be true what they say about those Tennessee Hillbillies...You leave it all in the family. I heard about brothers fucking sisters and cousins getting married and having freaks for children. Did you ever fuck your sister?" "Hell no. I'm not from that part of Tennessee." "Well did you ever fuck your brother-in-law?" "Damn, you ask a lot of personal questions!!" "You didn't deny it, so I guess you did...and you don't think of yourself as being a fag?" "No more than you do...It's just that I'll admit I've had sex with men." "...AND you liked it?" "...AND I liked it!" "I don't believe I brought an honest to god faggot home with me...I'll have another beer on that one." "I'm not a faggot...and I'll leave it you want me to." "Now, now, don't get your ass in an uproar...I didn't say you had to leave. I'm just learning about a lot of things I've always wondered about." "What else, if anything, do you want to know?" "All right...now mind you, I'm just asking you these things for sheer educational purposes...OK?" "OK." "Have YOU ever been fucked in the ass?" "Yes." "Did it hurt?" "At first.,,then you get use to it...and it starts feeling better and better until it finally feels great." "This is gross, but I wanna know any ways. How do you keep from shitting while you have a dick up your ass. Does the dick act as sort of a stopper?" I was too amused to be annoyed. Here was a big muscular golden-tanned eighteen year old stud, asking me questions the way a ten year old kid would ask his dad about the birds and the bees...and to think that they called Southerners dumb. Hell I knew the answers to every one of his questions...and then some. "No, when you have a guy inserted inside you...it really doesn't occur to you to want to go to the bathroom." "I guess the dick sorta pushes back up inside you...that must be where the word fudgepacker comes from." "Have you ever tried to fuck a girl up the ass?" I asked, "No man, you can't put a dick up a girl's ass, her hole is too small. That's what they have a pussy for." "You could put it up there if she would let you...Assholes stretch." "You're kidding." "Nope...same as a man's." "Maybe yours would but I know sure as hell mine wouldn't stretch open wide enough to put a dick in...maybe a tiny dick...like a kid who's four or five years old...but a dick the size of mine...there just ain't no way...I gotta have another beer." This was the fourth bottle of Pabst Blue Ribbon he had opened. His face was already flushing red and his speech was getting slightly slurred. If he had been stone cold sober, he would never had lost his inhibitions enough to ask me the things he was asking. I became curious and thought I might take advantage of his inebriation. He wasn't drunk...just relaxed. "So, Chad, are you trying to tell me you have a large dick?" "No, it's sorta average...but too big to fit up my ass." "How about some one else's?" "Would depend on the person I guess...and how big his ass was, I suppose." I didn't want him to get drunk and pass out. I was really wanting to find out how far this conversation would go. Was he leading up to something? Or was I building myself up for a big letdown? He hadn't bothered to put on pants when we left the beach. He was still wearing that red boxer bathing suit. I glanced at his crotch from time to time as he was probing my mind and I thought I saw the slightest hint of an erection. Hell, ALL guys get excited when they talk about sex...no matter who they're talking to. I know I had to shift the crotch seam in my jeans every time he went to the kitchen for another brown bottle of suds. He didn't know how I could put a cock in my mouth and at the same time I didn't know how he could swallow that foul smelling liquid. I felt I could get drunk just smelling its aroma. "Chad, would you believe a guy could climax if he were being fucked, without even touching his dick?" "No way." "It's true. There's a gland inside, just beneath your balls. It's called a prostate and if it gets stimulated you can blow your load," "This, you've gotta be making up." "No...it has happened to me." "You just came because you wanted to." "No...It's just something that happens...the same way a girl can cum when you're inside her." "A girl don't cum." "Maybe not, but she can have an orgasm." I had hit the right subject because I could see the front of his bathing suit swelling up, now. We were talking about pussy...something he knew about. He had lied about one thing, He was larger than average. That became more evident. I thought maybe I should sober him up a bit, "You want me to help you fix supper...are you getting hungry." "Yeah...I could eat." "OK...you make the tacos and bonitos..." "Burritos." "Sorry...burritos...and I'll cook the chili...just show me what to do." I wanted to continue this conversation because very frankly, I was still turned on by the blue eyes of my angel. I followed him into the kitchen and we began preparing the Mexican dinner. We sat down and ate as he drank another bottle of brew. When we had finished dinner...we both felt stuffed. My mouth was still burning from the hot red peppers. "You wanna stick around for a few days? I'm off tomorrow and I could show you around town...take you over to Hollywood and see some of the stars' big homes. You like Jack Benny?" "Yeah, Momma always listens to him on Sunday nights, just before Amos and Andy and Billy Graham." "Well, Jack Benny's got one of the biggest homes there. Wanna take a field trip tomorrow...I mean, where else you got to go." "Only if you promise to kick me out when I've out-stayed my welcome." "It's a deal...Now do you want to clean up before you go to bed?" "I think I'd like a nice hot bath," "I got some bubbles...you can soak in a bubble bath." He showed me the bathroom and there was an enormous square tub...too big for just one person, He reached over and turned on the hot water and as the tub began to fill, he scooped a big handful of white powder and tossed it in. Soon bubbles, for days, was frothing about a foot deep. While I undressed to enter the foam. He went to the commode to pee. I still couldn't see his wonder, but the sound the urine made when it splashed in the bowl, confirmed my suspicion. He WAS above average. It sounded more like a horse pissing on a flatrock. He finished and started to leave. "I'll go turn your covers down and get you an oscillating fan, It gets pretty hot and humid here at night." "Thanks, Chad. I just want to lie here and soak awhile and think how lucky I am that you saw me go under and saved my life at the ocean." "Like I said...I was just doing my job." "There's an old chinese theory, I read about at the library, that if someone saves your life, then you belong to them forever." "That can't be true or I would have the deeds to hundreds of drowners." "I DID thank you, didn't I" "Yep, and then some." "Whether I belong to you or not, I do owe my life to you for saving me." "Aw shut up and enjoy the bubbles." He closed the door. After I had bathed, I didn't bother to dress. I wrapped one of those huge towels around me and walked barefooted down the hall to the guest room. He had decorated it with all kinds of western and Mexican things. There was a large sombrero hanging over the bed and a black velvet picture with a matador painted on it with bright colors. There was even a footstool that had been made out of a leather saddle and the bedspread looked like a big striped serape. There were blinds...I think they were called Venetian blinds...on the window, You pulled one cord and they opened...another and they closed...or there was a looped cord you could pull and the blinds would gather up and raise. I'd never seen anything like this in any home in Tennessee. A brown wooden radio was on a table next to the bed. I clicked it on and...I didn't believe it...Patti Page was singing, "Tennessee Waltz". I took that as a sign I was doing the right thing in the place I was suppose to be...for a while any way...with my newly acquired friend who hated faggots. I closed the door without putting on shorts or pajamas. Chad was right, The room was hot. I raised the window to let in some air and on the breeze came a floral aroma of orange blossoms. The perfumed filled the room with a heavenly fragrance being dispersed by the small whirring oscillator. The next tune to come across the airwaves was Frank Sinatra, singing, "I Get Along Without You Very Well". This immediately brought Eddie to mind. Oh God, how I missed him. I missed his lips and his arms holding me until I fell asleep. The room was dark except for the moonlight slicing through the Venetian blinds. The music was low and the sheets were smooth, clean, and cool. I lay there looking at the ceiling. I was lonely. The radio kept playing tunes that made me homesick. I heard my bedroom door open slightly. "Judd...you asleep?" For a moment I thought I had heard Eddie's voice...then I returned back to reality, "No, Chad." "Is everything all right...I mean, can I get you anything?" "No, thank you, I was just lying here trying to make the ghosts go away?" "Ghosts?" "Memories...I was thinking about home and my brother Hal..." "The one that was killed?" "Yeah...I loved him, Chad." "Yeah, most guys love their brothers." "No, I mean I LOVED him." "You don't mean...?" "Yep...what you heard about Tennessee incest is true." "You mean you and your brother DID things...like...well...you know." "He was my first..." "Goddamn." "That's what I use to think." "What?" "That God damned us, and that's why he was killed. I believed that until I met Eddie, my brother-in-law, and he made me see things differently," "Judd, you'd never believe what I was just doing." "Probably not...what was it." "Don't laugh...but I was in my bedroom with my finger stuck up my ass trying to see if I could find my prostate gland." "You just have to know where to feel." "Do you think you could show me?" "Are you serious?" "I don't want you to try anything with me...or anything like that...I just wanted you to help me find out where mine is...I've been thinking about that ever since I went to bed." "OK, I promise to keep this on the up and up...and pretend I'm a doctor and you're my patient." "Aren't we kinda old to be playing doctor?" "Doctors aren't too old to play doctor...Listen, if your really sure about this...it might be better if I had some kind of cream or grease to use as a lubricant." "How about some Wildroot Hair Cream?" "That would work." "Let me go to my room and get some." He left and the thoughts of what I was about to do were exhilarating. I was getting an erection, which I must hide, for fear I would lose his trust. He soon returned like he had found the goose that laid the golden egg, "Here," he said offering the tube of hair cream. "Now do you want me to stand? Sit? Lie Down?...What?" "We'll make it easy for you. Why don't you take off your shorts and lie down with your back facing me," By the numbers, he followed my instructions. He lay down and I could see the shadows of the slats of the blinds crossing his muscular buttocks. I squirted out about an inch of the cream on my middle finger. "Now I promise you, This is not going to hurt, Chad, I just want you to relax and trust me." "If I didn't trust you, I wouldn't be here with my naked butt pointed at you," With my greased finger I started to rub the outer ring of his anus. "Now does that hurt?" "No, but it's beginning to give me an erection." "That's normal...it should...now I'm gonna just put the tip of my finger inside you...there...still OK?" "Yeah, but I'm getting harder." "You just hold on to your dick but don't massage or jerk it...OK?" "I'll try." "OK, I've got the first knuckle of my finger inside you, now." "This isn't so bad." "I told you...now I'm going to stick it in up to my second knuckle." "That feels like I'm shitting." "You better not..." "I was only joking...put the rest of your finger in will you...this is beginning to feel real good," When I had inserted my finger completely, I began to twist it...probing...feeling for his prostate. I knew I had hit paydirt when he flinched and broke out in goose bumps over those smooth humps of his, "Wow,,,you hit something." "I know...that, my friend, is where your prostate is." "Don't stop...touch it some more." "If that's what you want..." "I want it...so give it to me...." I started a slow finger fuck trying to reach deeper with each thrust, I picked up the tempo and when I pulled out, I decided to return inside adding my forefinger to the action. He now was taking two fingers and hadn't even sensed the difference...or had he?" "Now, you're doing it...whatever you did...that feels even better. Judd, I can't believe how good this actually feels. My dick has never been this hard in my life." "Just wait...it gets better." I said as I added my ring finger with the other two explorers, "God damn, Judd, I think I'm gonna cum...shit fire...I'm gonna fucking cum and I haven't done anything except lay here. You've done all the work and...Oh man! I don't believe it...I'm cumming...." I should have told him to bring a towel because he managed to wet the whole left side of the bed with his hot liquid, He shot and shot and shot...enjoying each spurt more that the one before." "Oh God, Judd, that was the greatest feeling I've ever had in my life. How the fuck did you do it." "I learned that from having "guy" sex." "Oh shit...of it was all like that...no wonder there are so many faggots in California." "You could get a similar sensation if you used a small cucumber or a peeled unripened banana...or a big sausage... "Or a dick...is that what you're leading up to?" "No." "But you would like to tell me that it would feel better with a dick stuck up my ass," "That was not my intention...to tell you that...but since YOU brought the subject up...Yes, a dick would feel better...much better..." "You mean a dick like yours...?" "Well, now that you mentioned it...?" "Judd, do you want to fuck me or not...you'd better make up your mind while I'm still in the mood." "You mean you want me to?" "Do I have to spell it out for you, goddammit!? Yes I want you to!!!" "Just give me about ten seconds to get some Wildroot on my wild root," I was glad he showed no signs of being drunk or hadn't been remorseful after ejaculating the first time with another guy, This was all the encouragement I needed to proceed with my tutoring, "Now, this may feel a bit different, Chad, It may hurt a bit because I will be going inside you deeper." "What you're trying to say is your dick is longer than your fingers." "Maybe...just a little...but who's measuring? Now once again, try to relax and take a deep breath," I entered him about as far as my fingers had gone and then I started letting him know that there was farther to go in my quest." "Oh my lord...you are bigger than your fingers!...Good God...how much more of you is there?...Shit man, if they grow 'em that big in Tennessee, we're using the wrong kind of fertilizer in California...Oh wow!...Is it all in, now?" "You've got it all, baby." "Let me get use to it a minute. Oh God...You were right, I had no idea how wide an asshole could stretch...OK...I think I.m ready now...see if you can make me cum, the way you did before." "OK...now you may get a little more pleasure if you push your butt backwards every time I thrust forward...OK?" "OK...let me have it!" I began to undulate my hips as if I were on a bucking bronco and I could tell he was getting with it the way he was pusher harder and harder to meet me. He acted like he had been doing this for years. He was much better at receiving than I ever had been. "Is everything all right?" "Couldn't be better...Hey...you're hitting that prostate gland just right. Oh Jesus what I have been missing." "You feel like a faggot?" "Hell no...a faggot couldn't take this! It takes a man!...A real man!" I wanted to laugh, but I didn't want to spoil the mood or deprive him of his newly found pleasure. I rode him harder, but each time he managed to match my force. Hell, I had never fucked any one this hard before. I knew I had better slow down or I would end the ride much too soon...But it wasn't I, who came first. He was already erupting his geyser for the second time. I didn't want him to wait on me, so I decided I would go ahead and empty my load inside his warm bowels. His labored breathing soon returned to a normal pace. "Oh God, Judd. That was wonderful!...Hey, do you smoke?" "No." "I do. I always like to have a cigarette after sex. I think there's a pack of Chesterfields in that drawer in the table next to you,,,Get me one will you and a pack of matches...but keep your dick inside me, if you can," "Here...and here's an ashtray, too." "Oh man...I never knew...I just never knew that sex could be so good," "Oh there are even better things we can do." "Better than this?" "Yeah." "You're kidding." "Nope." "Well, shit man, let me rest a while and show me...I want to learn everything!" "I have an idea...why don't we go bathe and come back to bed before we start the next session." "Sounds fine. Just let me finish my cigarette and don't come out of me just yet." A few minutes later, we, both, were in the bath of bubbles. He rested his head on the rim of the tub. "What else you gonna show me?" "That's a surprise." "Do you mind if I take a look at that thing you poked inside me?" "Go ahead...it's your nickel." He put his hands between my legs and felt my cock and balls as if he trying to see without his eyes. "Oh man, you've got a nice one. I never touched anyone's except my own." "That, I assumed...You know, I've never seen yours." "Well, feel away. I might want you to feel it somewhere else before the night is through...do you think there's that possibility?" "You mean you might want to fuck me?" "Hell yes, I want to fuck you...if you'll let me." "I'll let you...but there are some other things I want to show you first." I reached down for his cock and began to explore seeing how much damage he would do, if he entered me. I had insurance on my truck, but not on my asshole, He was monstrous. I might be crippled for life, "Let's rinse off...I think I'm ready for another round." "You don't tire, do you?" "I don't think I could ever get tired of this!" "Shit, I hope you do...I want to get some sleep sometime tonight." "We can sleep tomorrow. I'll take you to see the movie star homes, some time...next week." "You're assuming I'll be staying here that long." "Remember, I saved your life, and you belong to me now." "I wonder what Sheila will have to say about that?" "Sheila, who?" We both laughed out loud as we walked back down the hall toward the guest room. "Hey, let's go to my bedroom...the sheets are clean there...and we can mess them up like the one's in your room...I don't think you'll be using that room as long as you stay here...I'm moving your stuff into 'our' room." I had never seen a king size bed before. I felt like I was on a football field. You could roll over and over before reaching the other side of the bed, "OK, teach, what's next?" "Turn out the lights and lie on your back while I teach you the way a man performs oral sex." I teased him by starting at his nipples and lightly sucked each one...I slid my tongue over to his arm pit and licked as once again his body was coated with goose bumps...and then down to tongue fuck his navel and plant small kisses down the line of hair which led to his pubic region, Once there, I inhaled and blew a warm stream of air into his pubic bush before I approached his shaft connection, Chad was writhing turning his head from side to side as I licked down his shaft to his glans. I didn't put the tip in my mouth, just yet, I wanted to tease him more...I wanted him to want my lips on his penis...I licked the underneath side of his shaft and let my tongue glide all over his scrotum, leaving a trail of saliva wherever I had been. I took one ball in my mouth and twirled my tongue all over it...then the other ball...the same way. I opened my lips wider and engulfed both of them at the same time. "Oh, Jesus, God!" he yelled, I lifted his balls and continued my path licking all the way to his anus, I spread his butt cheeks with my hands and buried my face between them as I stuck my tongue two inches inside his opening, I tongue fucked him again and again, I thought I had tortured him long enough, It was time to give him what he was longing for. I raised my head and plunged my face into his crotch swallowing his cock inch by inch as I went forward, until I had captured the whole thing and it was lodged several inches in my throat, Up and down I went with my head until he caught on to the rhythm and started fucking me in a deep throat fashion, I would pull back far enough to flick my tongue on his glans and then circle it before going all the way back to the bottom. I knew from his reactions,this was the first time he had ever known this sensation. But as I told him, only a man knows how to give a man a blowjob. No matter how hard a woman tries, she'll never master the art of even a male amateur, Chad wanted to climax again. I wondered how much fluid his semen tank held. This would be number three...with four to follow I was sure. I didn't mind his shooting down my throat. First, I wanted him and secondly I wanted to rid the work "faggot" from his vocabulary. The only fear I had was how he would respond if I tried to kiss him...enjoying sex was one thing...but kissing was something else...it was more in the nature of lovemaking. I had heard of many burly men who would have sex all night but would stop before kissing, I couldn't decide whether to risk it or not...but hell...why not...all he could do was throw me out on the street. Go ahead and try it, I told myself. He was in such a rested mood from ejaculating, he hadn't noticed that my face was nearing his. I leaned forward and gently pressed my lips on his. I applied more pressure and was delighted when I felt his tongue trying to pry my lips apart. This was always the part I liked best...the kissing and cuddling before and after the sex act. His arms went round me and drew my body toward his, tightly as possible. This enabled him to roll me on my back while he became the aggressor. He was kissing me now. It was he who had assumed the role of lovemaker. I hadn't felt this way since my last time with Eddie, I sighed, relaxed, and gave myself to him as if I actually belonged to him. And he took me...the way he would take a woman as he ran a series of kisses up and down my neck...all over my face...taking time to plant a small peck on each of my eyelids...and as if he were mimicking me he proceeded his downward trek, doing everything he could remember from what I had done to him. He was a fast learner, My loins were aching before his mouth reached its final destination. He was doing things to my cock, he had always dreamt, being done to his and I was learning from him by receiving the joys of his frustration. After I had climaxed, he copied my action by returning his head to the pillow to return my kisses, He licked across my face until he lips were next to my left ear and he whispered..."Now Judd, I want to fuck you." Oh God...would this night ever end? I submitted and soon I could feel his long love machine plowing the fields of my insides. He couldn't get enough of me. I knew he was on his fourth load...and usually this was took longer for everybody. It might not have been a joke about crippling me. I might never walk again if he kept this up for an hour. Luckily it only took a half hour. The bed was wet with sweat, saliva, and sperm but we laid in it anyway, We were both too tired to get up and change the sheets. He cradled me in his arms. just the same as Eddie, and we both went to sleep, exhausted but happy. Today or rather yesterday I had almost died in the ocean and eighteen hours later, I felt safe and snug...better than any time I had felt since I left Tennessee. I wondered what the morrow would bring...how Chad would be in the daylight? If he would want me to stay or go? Would I want to leave or stay? Was this the start of something or the end of something else? So many questions....but I couldn't answer them now...because now...I needed rest. From the radio down the hall in the guest room I could faintly hear Ella Fitzgerald singing, "I hadn't anyone...till you...." <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>< to be continued