Date: Sun, 23 May 2004 10:08:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: reid <fear1980@yahoo.com>
Subject: Blue Sky 6 & 7 [gay/interracial]

BLUE SKY - VI & VII
by reid

	-6-

	I woke up with a start. I'd been laying on my side, facing away from Teddy.
Slowly, I sat up and looked at the clock. It was 5:20am. The sun was
beginning to rise and the sky looked pink outside the window. My hand shook
as I wiped my forehead.

	A great, irrational fear gripped me as I looked at Teddy. He was on his
side. Facing away from me. I couldn't see his face. I swallowed hard as the
one image from the dream came back. I kneaded my eyes with my hands and took
a long, slow breath.

	Gently, I stroked his bare shoulder. I knew that if I touched him and
stroked him lightly, he'd roll over. Damn me for being such a pussy but I was
worried to see. I was worried to see if someone had dropped an A Bomb on Los
Angeles. Slowly, I stroked his shoulder again.

	Teddy squirmed and made a cooing noise in his sleep. My stomach tensed as he
rolled over. I closed my eyes for a second and when I opened them, I expected
to be horrified. Instead, I nearly wet myself.
	Of course, he was just fine. Of course.

	His face was as cute as ever. His lips were full and kissable, his pug nose
still gave me a warm feeling, and his eyes made me weak. I shivered with
relief and scolded myself for being such a dumbass. I slid back under the
sheet as Teddy cooed again and snuggled up against me, his damp forehead
pushing into my cheek as he nuzzled my neck.

	Teddy giggled in his sleep and licked my neck. He mumbled something
unintelligible and draped his leg over me. I chuckled and stroked his back.
Whatever it was about him that managed to pull me in, I didn't know. All I
knew was the warm feeling of love and affection that I felt. Teddy was the
best thing that had ever happened to me.

	What was I? What was I to him?

	He told me that I was the first guy he'd ever been with where it meant
anything. A few girlfriends in high school had only further convinced him of
his gayness. Being a member of the soccer team and having nice, appealing
features (for an Oriental, of course), he didn't have much to wont for,
socially. His girlfriends were just - smoke screens. They were necessary to
appear normal.

	Then there were the "symbolic" experiences.

	The guy he'd met at the state soccer championships.

	His name was Kyle. A member of the opposing team, he and Teddy had begun to
flirt heavily. At Kyle's house, they ended up making out and Kyle had
insisted that Teddy take his clothes off slowly. Teddy later told me he
should have known something was up when Kyle wanted Teddy to wrap himself in
a sheet and as he undressed.

	Hearing the stories sort of stung my jealous nerve.

	Once Teddy had stripped, Kyle laid him down on the bed and slowly knelt over
him. He told Teddy to close his eyes. Teddy laid there with his eyes clothes,
expecting a blowjob or a handie or _something_, at least. What he got was a
warm dribbling in his belly button. Teddy opened his eyes and Kyle was
kneeling over him, deflating erection in hand. One 'Oh jeez... I think you
better go' and Kyle had fled to the bathroom, leaving Teddy with a miniscule
dose of semen on his stomach and a sinking sense of self-esteem.

	A year later at UCLA, there was "the other one."

	The "other one" went by the Christian name of Brennan. Another soccer
player, Teddy again had thought he'd found someone worth his time and effort.
Again, they flirted and got to know each other. Again, Teddy later knew
something was up and he didn't notice it. Brennan had asked Teddy to take off
his pants and underwear, which Teddy readily did. Brennan placed a piece of
fabric over Teddy's face, initially kinky and then erotic as he wrapped his
hand around Teddy's erection.

	Brennan hadn't done anything other than give a few light squeezes so Teddy
began to thrust his hips. Moaning and sweating under the cloth, Teddy came in
a hot rush. Just as I started to get aroused at the story, he told me about
how he heard his cum "splattering into something."

	When Brennan hadn't said anything for several seconds, Teddy took the cloth
off his face and saw that he'd just been milked into a moldy Chinese take-out
container. He looked at the cloth and saw that it was a cheap piece of a red
Kimono. The sinking sense of self-esteem came flooding back and he said he
had to fight the urge to cry. Even morose when Brennan dismissed him by
saying "it would have been better if you didn't have so much crotch hair."

	Twice, Teddy had been "used." He had been "fetishized." His personality, his
feelings, and his sense of self-worth had been ignored. His physical self had
been presented as the primary reason for the desire. The color of his skin
was the reason why.

	After hearing the stories of the "others," I understood why Teddy had waited
a few years before getting back into the dating scene. Well, he never really
"got back" into it at all. I'd met him purely by chance and our relationship
had evolved with laid-back non-urgency and comfortable calm.

	Our first kiss was three months after we met.

	Our first "time" was four months after that.

	When I told Teddy about how I'd felt so hesitant and initially weird about
being with him, I expected him to be mad. I was scared that he'd be offended
and think that I was some sort of uneducated, white-trash, loose-tempered
bigot. Well, I wasn't a bigot. Everything else, guilty as charged. But not a
bigot.

	Teddy wasn't angry. Instead, he seemed a little relieved. It was after I
told him that he told me about the other guys he'd been with. I listened and
felt sick in the pit of my stomach. I felt sick because I'd done the same
thing as they had. I'd based my feelings for him on a purely physical level.
When Teddy was done, I'd apologized. Profusely.

	But he wasn't offended.

	Teddy said that, in a way, he was glad. He was glad that rather than see his
ethnic background as some sort of exotic stereotype, I'd seen it as something
different than what I was used to. Something I initially wasn't sure about.
His skin color distracted me but it didn't become a fixation. Teddy told me
that he'd take that over the "other" any day.

	He said it meant that I could be educated and enlightened.

	Boy, was he right about that.

	After he told me about "the others" and I told him about my own worries, we
kissed for the first time. It was the first of many.

	It took about five minutes for Teddy's skin color to go from a distraction
to physically appealing. His honey mustard skin and soft black hair made me
weak but what really got me was his kindness. His intelligence. The fact that
he spent lots of his free time with the kids he taught because he enjoyed
their company. He enjoyed making them feel good about themselves. I loved him
for it.

	He loved me for loving him for that. He loved me for loving him, not the
color of his skin. I loved Teddy for Teddy. He was my Teddy Bear, as sick as
it sounded. Although his physical traits often made me feel like a bull in
mating season - it was secondary to _him_.

	I was the guy that loved him for him. That's who I was to him.

	I couldn't think of a better role to have.

	-7-

	Getting Teddy on his feet when he didn't want to was a hell of a task.

	Like trying to force a dog into a bathtub.

	It was only when I had to threaten him with repeated viewings of "Faces of
Death: Volumes 1-5" that he finally got out of bed. I didn't like playing on
that whole "inherently decent, sensitive" part of his person, but sometimes
he just needed the prodding. And as much as I felt bad for his emotional
nausea, I knew he'd hate himself if he didn't go.

	Once he'd left, I looked at the telephone. The horrible, evil telephone.

	When I'd agreed to move to Nagoya, I'd given myself until two days before we
left to call home. That had been almost a month ago. Within that month, I
could have called and gotten it over with. Gotten the shouting and
passive-aggression over with. Yet, I didn't. I waited until two days before
we left the country to try and hammer out some sort of understanding with the
old man.

	The Colonel and I didn't see eye to eye on matters of the heart.

	I fell heavily into the last remaning piece of furniture in the living room,
the black leather couch. Sighing, I rubbed my face briskly and let out a
long, deep breath. There had to be some good reason that I could _not_ do
this. Some reasonable, respectable excuse for why I didn't have to call my
parents and have a guilt trip laid on me.

	As hard as I searched myself, I couldn't come up with an excuse.

	Like a condemned man, I picked up the reciever and dialed the
all-too-familar phone number. My jaw tightened and I fought the automatic
anger that began to rumble in my chest. I felt sweat roll down my bare back
and I closed my eyes, clenching them shut so hard that my ears rushed.

	"Hello?"

	It was my mother. My old lady. My mothaw. The woman that gave me life but
ignored my dad's attempts to turn me straight. A grand old dame, she was.

	"Hey." I said, my voice hoarse.

	There was a pause on the other end of the line.

	"Shawn." She said, her voice much softer than I'd expected.

	I paused, not knowing what to say.

	"Are you okay?" She asked, the concern in her voice very apparent.

	"Yeah," I sighed, "I just wanted to let you know that I'm not going to be at
this number for a while. I'm gonna spend some time overseas."

	Another pause on her end.

	"Why?" Her voice sounded slightly resigned.

	"Teddy got a job in Japan. I'm going with him."

	I braced myself. I expected some sort of scolding for how impetuous I was
being. All logic suggested that she would tell me what an irresponsible thing
I was doing. She would criticize me and wonder what had happened to her
little boy.

	But she didn't. She didn't do any of it.

	All she said was, "How long will you be gone?"

	"Until October."

	Another long pause.

	"Do you need anything?" She asked, her voice sounding small almost.

	"No, we're pretty set," I cleared my throat, "I just wanted to make sure you
knew."

	"If you do need anything, call us."

	At that moment, I wanted to cry. I wanted to apologize and make everything
better. I wanted everything to go back to the way it was. I wanted to
apologize to my dad and go back home and live a normal life again. I wanted
my college scholarship and the love of my family. I wanted my mom to make it
all better.

	But I knew it wouldn't happen. Things were different and they always would
be.

	"I will," I said, my tongue feeling like lead, "Tell Dad, too."

	I didn't know what she'd say to that.

	She said, "I'll tell him, Shawn," She paused for several seconds, "When you
get back, I'm going to have him call you. It's time that he apologized."

	I swallowed, "It is."

	Pause. Hold for five.

	"I'll talk to you when I get back."

	I said it quickly and hung up the phone. I only paused for a second before I
stood up and stretched. My mind couldn't not think about what my mom had
said. I wanted to believe that my dad wanted to make amends but I couldn't
let myself believe it. The old man had burnt me quite a few times in my life
and I wasn't going to willingly let it happen again.

	Taking a deep breath, I quickly stood up from the couch and stretched.
Worrying about my family was one of the many things that I'd done everything
I could to stop doing. My greatest accomplishment had been getting out from
under their thumb and I reminded myself how beneficial that had been. If they
wanted to make amends, they could wait for me this time. They could conform
to _my_ schedule this time.

	Busying myself, I began to stack the boxes by the door. Some were going to
storage, others were going to wait for us in the basement of Teddy's old
house. The select others would be accompanying us to Japan. I coded each box:
X for storage, H for the house, and J for the ones we'd be bringing with us.

	After a while, I broke for drinks. Then I broke for Roseanne at 3:00, 3:30,
and 4:00. After another good, long stretch of tedious work, my shoulders
began to ache and I stopped. I wiped the omnipresent sweat from my brow and
rubbed the back of my neck. I looked down at my watch and started a bit. It
was 5:30 and Teddy hadn't gotten back yet. He'd told me that he expected to
be home by five.

	Just as I went to the kitchen phone, I looked out the window over the sink.
Teddy was sitting on the front steps, looking out at the street. I set the
phone down and walked to the porch.

	I stood behind him in the open door, looking at him from behind. He was
rubbing his hands together slowly and stiffly. I had no idea exactly what to
say to him. I did know how hard it must have been for him. I knew how much he
loved working with the kids and how much pride he took in helping them. And
I'd wanted to put my own stupid comfort issues ahead of that. It still made
me feel like a prick.

	Slowly, I sat down next to him and looked in the direction of his gaze.

	It was the front yard across the street. Our neighbor that had called the
police when a mountain lion had wandered down from the hills behind the
house. After animal control had captured the animal, she told the police
about "the two sodomites across the street." Then she whispered that one was
a "slanteye." She didn't know that Teddy's sister was one of the officers and
when she reacted in offense, she said, "Sorry, I didn't know you were one of
them."

	Maybe getting the hell out of there was a good idea. I'd started to warm to
it, actually.

	Teddy sniffed and rubbed his eyes, "I can't go."

	I wasn't sure if I'd heard him correctly. I laughed incredulously, expecting
some sort of "I'm kidding" or other indication that this was a manifestation
of his twisted sense of humor. When he didn't say anything, I shook my head.

	"What do you mean 'you can't go'?"

	Teddy ran his fingers through his hair. For a moment, I felt like I should
go easy on him. Then I remembered that I'd just spent six hours moving boxes
and giving myself a rotator cuff injury. The whole "going easy" urge passed
pretty quick.

	"I can't leave them," He said, his voice sounding none-too-solid, "I started
working with them first and I can't just leave."

	I picked my words carefully, "Teddy, what happened?"

	"They need me there," He sighed, "Some of them were crying."

	"Yeah, Teddy. Kids cry when they have to leave Disneyland, too. It doesn't
mean that they're going to curl into a ball and stop functioning."

	Teddy shrugged and looked at the ground. All the times that he was
compassionate and sweet and loving were fine and good, but I doubted that
this was completely about "the kids" and their needs.

	"Is this really about them?"

	Teddy didn't say anything for a few seconds.

	"Or is this about you?"

	Teddy cleared his throat, "Maybe, I guess."

	"Why would you be worried about the kids here? They've come such a long way
and changed the closed-mindedness of people like me. They get good grades,
they don't feel so self-conscious about speaking, they're able to communicate
- what more do they need from you?"

	He shrugged again.

	"So what is it really about? What are you really worrying about?"

	He rubbed his eyes, "I just feel - I'm nervous about moving there."

	This was news to me.

	"You're nervous? You speak Japanese and you're nervous?"

	"Speaking the language isn't everything," He said frustratedly, "I'm not
from there. I don't know the food, I don't know the culture - other than from
senior year. The only thing I have is that I'll look like everybody else but
then it'll make it all the more weirder when I do something wrong."

	"That's how I feel every day."

	Teddy rubbed the back of his neck. When he was nervous or agitated, he
rubbed his neck. I'd grown to find the habit disconcerting if only for the
sort of trauma and discomfort that it represented. Sometimes I worried that
he did it instead of actually having to express what he was having trouble
dealing with.

	"Do you remember that thing that happened when you first started working
there?" I asked gently.

	"Yeah, why?"

	"How you said that the parents had every right to know that someone who was
working with their kids was gay?"

	He nodded.

	"Then it turned out that the parents weren't sure that you'd be able to
speak proper sign language if you couldn't speak English?"

	Teddy couldn't help but laugh as he remembered the situation. It had seemed
somewhat amusing to him and cause for near violent retribution for me. Even
in the midst of such ugly racism, Teddy had managed to take it in stride.

	"Think how good it'll feel to get away from that."

	He didn't say anything and he didn't rub the back of his neck. I slid closer
to him and draped my arm around his shoulders. Teddy sagged against me and
leaned his weight into my body.

	"People will still look at us." He mumbled.

	"Yeah," I shrugged, "But this time, they'll be looking at me like I'm the
weird one."

	"You are the weird one, Shawn."

	"I do my best."

	He didn't say anything.

	"Come on. The baby birds will be fine," I said in consolation, "It's time
for you to fly across the sea and help incubate some new babies that need
your help."

	"That's a horrible analogy." Teddy said, laughing slightly.

	"Well, those are my specialty."

	He laughed again and rubbed his face briskly. As he did, it dawned on me
that I'd had the chance to get out of this whole thing and I hadn't taken it.
Not only had I not taken it, I'd talked him out of it. Teddy was willing to
call the whole thing off on a moment's notice and I'd encouraged him to
reconsider.

	Teddy let out a deep breath, "So are we packed?"

	"We are," I said, stroking his hair, "Everything is color coded, lettered,
organized, registered, paid for, and ready to ship."

	"Did you take care of your business?"

	I sighed, "Yeah."

	"How was it?"

	"It was surprising," I admitted, "My mom was actually pretty cool and said
that if we needed anything, let her know."

	"What about your dad?"

	"That's the weird thing. She said that she's going to make him call me."

	Teddy leaned off of my shoulder and looked at me, "Did he call?"

	I shook my head.

	"Shawn, you should talk to him before we go."

	I groaned and laid back on the porch, "I'd rather have a nice root canal."

	He leaned down on his elbow next to me, "Maybe he's sorry."

	"Maybe he is."

	We didn't say anything. I draped my arm over my eyes and enjoyed the cooling
effect of the concrete in the humid late afternoon. Teddy rubbed the toe of
his shoe against the paved front walk and it made a scraping sound. I heard
it over the general buzzing of the summer air. I reached over and nudged his
toe with my foot. He nudged me back gently, the frayed hem of his jeans
tickling my bare ankle.

	"So how was the last day otherwise?" I yawned, the heat getting to me.

	Teddy laid down next to me, "It was - weepy."

	I laid my arm down and let him roll over next to me. We laid there together
on the cool concrete of the porch as the hot afternoon turned to a balmy,
humid evening. The hard pavement wasn't exactly kind to my back and I sat up,
stiffly stretching my arms above my head. A mosquito landed on my arm and I
whacked it quickly.

	Teddy sat up too, extending his legs in front of him and cracking the joints
in his neck. He liked to do that. Even moreso because it worked on me with a
potent tweaking down to my deepest nerves. He was quite disappointed when I'd
grown so accustomed to it that it didn't bother me anymore.

	Teddy yawned, "My mom is making lasagna tommorow night."

	"How nice of her to make us a nice, traditional Japanese dinner." I smiled,
smacking another mosquito on my arm.

	"Hey, you know my mom. She's Japanese and if she's making it..."

	Angie, Teddy's mother, was probably the only woman I'd ever met that, if
things were different, I'd probably get along well enough with to date. She
had a degree in economics from UCLA _and_ spent a few years as a standup
comic in the Bay Area. Ontop of it all, at forty eight, she was better
looking than most of the sun-dried hoodrats that infested L.A. like a virus.

	She also had the best "are you serious or retarded?" skeptical look I'd ever
seen on a human being. Everyone in Teddy's family said that she inherited the
look almost directly from her own mother, who had spent time in an internment
camp. After I'd spent a good deal of time with Teddy and his family, I saw
the look quite a bit being directed at Teddy and his siblings. They didn't
appreciate how much I laughed every time I saw it.

	Another mosquito landed on my shoulder. I whacked it into oblivion and
decided that it was time to go back inside. I stood up from the stoop and
felt the stiffness in my back all over again. Navigating my way inside in the
dusk with no porchlight was an adventure in and off itself.

	As soon as we got back in the house, Teddy shuffled off towards the bedroom.
I listened to him walk, noticing the mopey tone to his footsteps. I smiled to
myself and sat back down in front of the last box I'd been working on. It was
Teddy's massive collection of ratty soccer shorts. If there was one thing I
could have done without, besides the horrendous body odor when he didn't
shower religiously and the lactose intolerance, it was the packrat in Teddy.

	He couldn't throw one damn thing away. I had to put him in the bedroom and
throw out all his old soccer scorecards, magazines, and whatever the hell
else he hadn't been able to bare to part with. Even then, he had to listen to
music on his headphones so he couldn't tell I was doing it. But as much as it
annoyed me, I still did it willingly.

	And I still did it - willingly. I folded each pair of shorts and organized
them by color and manufacturer. Red Umbro, blue Adidas, black Champion, blue
Umbro, blue Nike, red Adidas, red Starter - he had them all. Several pairs of
them all. Some with rather obscene-looking holes over his crotch and ass -
those we found uses for.

	I heard Teddy shuffle out of the bedroom and flop onto the couch behind me.
He was wearing a white t-shirt and black shorts - the "special" combo that
always had a weird aesthetic appeal to me. Just my luck, it happened to be
_his_ favorite combo as well. Maybe it was the way his skin tone looked
against the fabric. Whatever it was, it worked for him.

	"Do I really have _that_ much crap?" He asked, sounding almost sheepish in
his awe.

	"This is just the last shipment," I said with a chuckle, "We had to charter
a freight to move the first few."

	"Haw haw haw," He mocked, "It's not nice to make fun of someone with a
mental problem."

	When I'd first met Teddy, he'd been much worse about the "saving everything
and not being able to throw it away." His room at his parents house had been
turned into a storage locker for stuffed animals, books, clothes, shoes,
videos, and whatever else Teddy had brought home when his dorm room had
gotten too full. His parents had employed the same strategy I had -
distraction and disposal.

	But he'd gotten better. I liked that after all he'd done to help me, I'd
been able to help him a bit in that manner. I always reminded myself while I
threw out all his accumulated junk that it could be towers of newspapers.
Cereal boxes as far as the eye could see. Old pickle jars stacked in many
neat little rows. It could have been _much_ worse. Other than the saving of
the "important" stuff, he wasn't obsessively clean or anything. I had that
much to be thankful for.

	"You sure you don't want to take a few hundred pairs just to be sure?"

	Teddy didn't respond verbally.

	I felt him rub his foot down the direct center of my back, his big toe
pressing into my skin. I shivered and flexed my muscles, goosebumps standing
up on my bare skin. Slowly, I put down the shorts and stood up. Teddy watched
me as I walked over to the couch and stradled his hips, only making a soft
groaning noise when my weight pressed into him.

	Our lips met and we kissed, the wet warmth of his mouth sending chills up my
spine. I worked my hands up under his shirt and felt his firm stomach
muscles. I felt the hairs on his stomach, stroking them gently with my
fingertips. Teddy moaned into my mouth and kissed me harder, his ass tensing
and causing his hips to rise. Slowly, I worked my hands upward, pushing his
t-shirt up and exposing the dark skin of his stomach to the air.

	He moaned again and pulled his lips from mine. He didn't have to tell me
what he was thinking. We both knew what we wanted and I knew that Teddy
wanted us to do it right. He wanted us, if we were going to have full-on sex,
to be in bed. He always told me that it felt more right and more natural that
way.

	I didn't disagree.

	With a good amount of self-control, I managed to divest myself and stand up
on weak knees. Teddy, with a bit more steadiness, stood up and slid his hand
into mine. The feeling of his hot, damp palm on mine made my stomach feel
light and fluttery. With a very refined strength, he gently pulled me towards
the bedroom and my almost-numb feet were unable to resist the directing.

	My mind in a haze, we entered the dark bedroom. Teddy reached down and
turned on the soft bedside lamp, it's golden light filling the room. I
inhaled slowly and hitched my breath as Teddy stepped forward and kissed me
on the cheek. His soft lips gently touched my skin in the lightest way, his
moist mouth touching me just barely. I shivered again and the muscles of my
jaw set tightly. Teddy dragged the tip of his tongue over my jawline and onto
my earlobe, sending another tremor through my body.

	I reached down and took the hem of his t-shirt in my hands, the backs of my
knuckles just brushing his warm stomach. Teddy pulled away from me and raised
his head to let me lift the shirt upwards, exposing his defined upper body. I
fought the natural urge to drool as his soft brown skin became visible to my
eyes, his dark nipples standing out in the humid heat of the bedroom.

	When the shirt was clear of his head, Teddy stepped forward again and
resumed his fellating of my earlobe. Slowly, I reached up and ran my fingers
through his thick hair, smoothing it against his head and squeezing it like a
sponge. My hands drifted down over his broad shoulders and the sweaty, hot
mass that was his back. Teddy moved his mouth to my neck just as I hooked my
thumbs in the waistband of his shorts, pulling him against my body and
feeling the hardness of his erect cock against mine.

	Slowly, I moved my face down and met Teddy's lips in a brief, wet kiss. He
murmured something unintelligible as I lowered my knees toward the floor,
kissing my way down his neck. His hands squeezed my shoulders when he felt my
lips pass over the valley between his pecs and onto the slight ridges of his
stomach. After swirling my tongue in his belly button, I slowly licked the
waistband, half of my tongue on the crinkly vinyl, the other half tracing
over the hairs of his stomach.

	Teddy murmured again and his knees shook a bit. Gently, I ran my hands up
over his large calves and onto the backs of his knees. With great care, I
guided him backwards until he was able to lower himself onto the bed.
Promptly, Teddy stretched his legs out and arched his back, letting me curl
my fingers under the band of his shorts.

	Steadily, I pulled them down and over his cock, the fleshy sound of it
slapping his stomach making me feel lightheaded. In the soft glow of the
lamp, I watched Teddy slide up onto the bed and spread himself out, his curvy
body glistening with sweat. I swallowed again, my mouth feeling dry, I knelt
between his spread thighs and pulled his tight boxer-briefs down and off his
body.

	Despite the aridness of my mouth, I licked my lips. I admired the throbbing
five inch erection pressed against his stomach.

	My hands shook as I extended my arms and ran my hands up his chiseled soccer
legs, ruffling the hairs against my palms. Teddy moaned again, his hips
flexing upward, his hands resisting the insatiable urge to stroke himself. I
smiled and brought my mouth down to his ankle, extending my tongue and
licking through the gap in his ankle. I continued upward, over his bulging
calves and the heavy surface of his thighs. Slowly onto the hairless skin of
his hips and onto the ridges of his stomach. My tongue ran out of saliva just
as I brought his nipple into my mouth, ending my long journey as I sucked on
the bud, drawing another moan from the writhing body beneath me.

	Teddy yelped and his nipple hardened in my mouth as he moved his arms up and
grabbed the top of the mattress just above his head. I looked up and saw the
tufts of black hair in his armpits, droplets of sweat hanging in the wavy
hair. The underside of his jaw, with it's patchy stubble, flexed as Teddy
arched his back and pressed his head into the pillow. My own cock swelled
painfully and I shifted, my own need for pleasure getting to the point of
necessity.

	I pulled off of Teddy's chest and as I went to take my pants off, Teddy
slowly rolled over onto his stomach. With a little bit of clumsy effort, he
pulled the pillow down and propped his groin onto it. His wide hips were
raised in the air, his ass presented for my own pleasure. My cock throbbed
and I felt a jet of precum squirt into my boxers.

	"Shawn," He gasped, his voice soft and hungry.

	I pulled my pants off and felt my own cock throb in the open air.

	"Shawn," He nearly whimpered, "I need you."

	The sound of need in his voice made my cock swell painfully.

	With a nudity-induced passion, I crept forward and ran my hands up the backs
of Teddy's legs, my thumb rubbing over the tattoos. Firmly, I grasped both of
his asscheeks in my hands and spread them. Teddy moaned and his hips gyrated
as his tight, puckered anus felt the warm air. I pushed my finger against the
puckered skin, feeling it tighten against me and then relax as my finger
entered him.

	His muscles seemed to swallow me slowly, pulling my finger into the tight
heat of his ass. Teddy's whole body seemed to spasm and he cried out, the tip
of my finger hitting home against the bump of his prostate. I felt his
pleasure race up my arm and through my own body, a hot sensation of
satisfaction throbbing inside me. I smiled and rotated my finger, feeling the
searing pressure of his insides contracting on my finger.

	I pulled my finger back gently as I reached down to the side of the bed. My
hand fumbled a bit before I found the bottle of lotion we used for such
occasions. My thumb shook a bit as I flicked the top open and squeezed a
copious amount of the sweet smelling gel into my hand. When I smeared it the
length of his crack, Teddy moaned at the cool sensation. His moans got louder
as I slid my finger back in, gradually adding a second one. When his ass felt
suitably loosened, I swallowed hard and felt a familiar rush of exictement.

	Not wanting to wait any longer, knowing that if I did, I'd probably cum all
over myself, I crept up the bed at a slow but steady pace. My hips pressed
against Teddy as I slowly withdrew my finger and pressed my stomach against
the small of his back. Teddy moaned and buried his face in the pillow. His
hot, damp skin melded to mine as I let the head of my cock slowly probe
between his taught, flexing buttocks. I had to close my eyes and take a deep
breath to resist the urge to let myself go at that point.

	I swallowed hard and tried to get control of myself. With a slow but steady
determination, I let my hips press forward, feeling the hot muscle of Teddy's
ass shift against my skin. Soon enough, the swollen head of my cock came into
contact with the thick muscle of his asshole. It flexed and sucked at my
head, sending a huge tremor of pleasure through my body. Teddy hitched his
breath in and tensed his body as my cock began to stretch his sphincter, the
muscle tightening initially.

	Then came the blessed sensation of entry.

	His hole relaxed and opened to my cock, the puckered hole spreading around
over my cockhead. His insides seemed to suck and pull at me, the heat of his
cavity slowly surrounding the sensitive surface of my shaft. I wrapped my
arms around his waist and let my face fit into the slick surface between his
neck and shoulder. Fully seated in his ass, I inhaled slowly and filled my
lungs with his intoxicating sent.

	Teddy moved his ass back and forth, tightening himself around my cock and
squeezing me with his muscles. I moaned into the brown skin of his neck, my
head spinning as my hips began to thrust. Such waves of pleasure ran through
my body. I groaned and tightened my arms around Teddy, feeling his defined
abs contracting and flexing against my forearms. Underneath me, Teddy thrust
his hips against the pillow. All I could do was hold onto him and hope that
my brain didn't choose that exact moment to overload and kill me with a
stroke.

	No stroke killed me but all too soon, I felt the unmistakable rising in my
loins. I knew that I couldn't contain it so I pulled my hips back and paused.
Teddy moaned, well familiar with my sexual urges. As soon as the final hot,
blissful tremor ran through me, I thrust back in and buried all six inches of
my hard cock deep into his taught backside. Teddy yelped at the sensation,
his ass filled and stretched all in one motion.

	Seconds later, another jolt hit my body and I felt my balls constrict. My
thighs squeezed Teddy and my cock throbbed, the first shot of cum letting
itself go inside him. I moaned into his neck. Teddy bucked his hips into the
pillow as his muscles began to pound my cock. His asscheeks flexed against my
hips as he shot his cum into the soft fabric of the pillow, his calves
rippling so hard I could feel them in his ass.

	I thought about his tattoos rippling. It must have sent a few more shots out
of me.

	Just as my extacy subsided, Teddy's his buckled and his body relaxed
underneath me. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Our room smelled hot
and thick, our bodies glistening in the sparse light of the bedside lamp. I
let my eyes slowly open and I pressed my forehead into the balmy skin of
Teddy's back, feeling the hot, spongy surface. Playfully, I licked at the
small mole on his shoulder, smiling when he squirmed under me.

	"That was pretty good." He gasped.

	I murmured in the affirmative and nuzzled his neck, tasting the salty sweat
that hung on his skin. His breathing calmed me as my cock gradually softened
and slid out of him. For a few minutes, Teddy and I laid there in silence.
The feeling of his relaxes back muscles cradled my face was pure heaven. I
slid my hands out from under Teddy and ran them up and down his sides, gently
tracing the skin with my fingertips.

	As soon as my head didn't feel light anymore, I sat up and straddled Teddy's
hips. Slowly, I rubbed my palms over the small of his back and worked my way
up to his shoulders. I loved to fondle him. To feel his hot, hard body with
my hands. I rubbed my thumbs in small circles at the base of his neck. Teddy
rewarded me with a pleasured shiver.

	I smiled and rotated my neck, fatigue washing over me quickly. I reached
down and pulled the blankets up and over the both of us before switching the
bedside lamp off. My body slid under the covers and I snuggled up to Teddy's
warm body, his naked skin like silk against me. After I did so, he made a
pleasured noise and pressed himself back against me, already asleep.

	After a contented sigh of my own, I stretched my legs out under the covers
and relaxed against the pillow. Every inch of my body felt so wonderfully
fulfilled. There wasn't a trace of tension within me and it felt amazing. I
was so used to being worried and uptight that when I finally got some measure
of release, it always felt like winning the lottery.

	Teddy squirmed in his sleep and pushed himself back against me again.
Carefully, I wrapped my arm around his shoulders and hugged him close, my
cheek resting against his back. Taking one last hit of his essence, I smiled
to myself and burrowed down under the covers.

	It was my fifth straight night of no "weird" dreams.

        TO BE CONTINUED ...

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