Date: Tue, 6 Apr 2004 01:24:06 EDT
From: KissAndCuddleGem@aol.com
Subject: TED AND LYLE: A LOVE STORY (INSTALLMENT 5)

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Ted was finally beginning to understand Lyle, the total person; and
accepting the reality that even at this relatively late stage in life,
loving this cousin of his, now lying with him as his and his alone was
without doubt the best and most honest thing in this life he had done to
date.  Ted continued to slowly push against Lyle's hole, the spiritual aura
emanating from the pair very much in his consciousness, as he got on with
the business at hand.  Lyle was finding himself enthralled, captivated by
the stirring gleam in Ted's aqua-blue eyes.  He began to claw at the
lavender-scented sheet below him, more out of nervousness than anything
else.  Ted pushed in just a little harder than before, so that the head of
his beautifully-contoured cock was all the way in.  Lyle relaxed his buns
and spread his legs a bit farther apart, grateful for the comfort of the
pillow on which his ample rear was proudly elevated.

"I love you, Ted."

"I love you, too, Lyle."

As Ted earnestly began his thrusting and got into his groove with things,
Lyle allowed himself the freedom to be in the moment, to relax and release
and even truly enjoy.  Ted did not back off from what he was viewing as a
challenge in some ways.  There were three to five in-and-partially out
thrusts in consecutive thirty-second intervals; and this continued on for
about seven to ten minutes.  Just before Ted was at his closest point, he
softly plopped down completely on top of Lyle, so that his heaving chest
was gently pressing against Lyle's; and he passionately kissed Lyle with
intense abandon as if it were the last kiss the two would share.  It was at
this moment that Lyle realized that he must do his best, even if that meant
seeking professional intervention, to overcome his fears.

Ted kissed and licked Lyle's forehead and then working downward with his
tongue began to lick and suck tenderly on each of Lyle's nipples till they
stood at attention like a flag proudly waving in the wind.  With Lyle's
smile gracing his tan countenance, Ted was reassured that Lyle was
experiencing pleasure from what they were sharing; and, as he was so
encouraged, he speeded up the momentum and force of his thrusting inside
Lyle's inner sanctum, tickling Lyle's prostate to the point that Lyle felt
he would explode first.

Strangly enough it was Lyle's gentle caressing of Ted's back that was the
factor that sent Ted finally over the edge.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!!!!!  YEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!", Ted howled in
ecstasy, enjoying his climax so much that he wished his orgasm could be his
eternal state of bliss.

Finally, Lyle just could not take it any longer, there was so much built up
in his loins; and, to his amazement and without even touching his modest
member, he shot such a big and thick load of cum that Ted's toes were now
literally immersed in it.

Lyle lovingly licked off and sucked on each of Ted's tantalizingly tasty
toes before the two, in exhaustion and cuddling each other closer than ever
before, fell asleep with huge smiles adorning their faces.  Ted and Lyle,
in making their bodies one, were beginning the process of making their
hearts as one, their souls as one, as well.

The next morning a glowing Lyle awakened in Ted's loving arms; and, feeling
the perspiration of Ted's hairy chest, pressed his back and buns lightly
against Ted's chest and loins, respectively.  The pair spent the entire
remainder of the morn' in bed like this, just cuddling, snuggling, and
cooing.  Lyle felt so secure and so loved in Ted's embrace that he barely
noticed Ted's roaming hands exploring him and gliding up and down his
a-bit-lumpy physique.

Over breakfast, leftovers from dinner thrown together and in some cases
added to original omelettes, Lyle took in Ted's change in mood and quickly
caught on that something was troubling Ted.

"What is it, Ted?  Did I do something wrong?"

Lyle almost wished he had not quite phrased the latter query this way; his
insecurities often, he was beginning to realize, were shaping his thinking
and risked hurting his relationships.

"No, that's not it at all.  I just am tired of all of this secrecy.  I want
others to know about us, about how I feel about you, how we feel about each
other."

Lyle stared at Ted, a bit bewildered.  Slowly, he began: "What do you mean,
Teddy, honey?  You know that neither of us are out, your family thinks you
are still in mourning, too."

"That's just it, Lyle, I think that we should do just as others are doing
more and more these days: Come out, that is."

"Come out?  You mean just like that, like sipping water from a fountain.
Ted, you don't even know just how much hate and ignorance is out there.
Don't you think that I have wanted to do this?  You have no idea the stress
of all of the secrecy.  But I don't want to be an object of hate, I am
afraid."

"This is not about you any longer, Lyle.  This is about us.  We are going
to come out, come out to all, together."; and, Ted, right, after saying
this, got one one knee before Lyle, still seated amid the sunny brightness
of the dining room; and, taking his hand gently, looked up into Lyle's eyes
and added: "We are going to do just that together because I wish to marry
you and for all the world to share in our joy.  Lyle, will you, will
you...uhm...marry me?"

Lyle was stunned, to say the least.  He truly desired to go with his heart
on this one.  Tears began to run down Lyle's cheeks, cascading like
majestic outpourings from a foutain in a public square.  Lyle could see the
beauty within Ted; and hoped that Ted in turn did see the beauty that he
believed was within him.  Aware that Ted was patiently awaiting his answer,
he made a concerted effort to compose himself and get out the words just as
soon as he could muster the same.  A smiling Ted was hoping that the words
would be what he wished to hear; and was aching to kiss Lyle, his love,
from head to toe just as soon as possible.