Date: Sun, 23 Nov 2014 00:29:47 -0500 From: Erik Pruett Subject: Please Don't Go Part 12 The regular warnings apply. Don't read this if it offends you, or if it's illegal to do so. Hello! Just wanted to begin with a thank you to everyone who expressed concern for me via mail recently. I'm extremely emotional, cry often and am otherwise useless most of the time, so forgive me if I've worried anyone. I'm still young enough to be able to do that for another year or two before it becomes socially-unacceptable. I'm well, though. Just extremely busy with... lots and lots of things between school and life. This one is a short chapter. Meant to publish it ages ago but I forgot. The next will be longer. Write me if you'd like! =] --- I didn't end up explaining my melancholy to Jaime. I didn't have to. Without speaking about it, he seemed to understand. For the remainder of our time in the terminal he went out of his way to be entertaining, silly, and otherwise distracting. It worked. We ran around a bit, watched Youtube videos on his phone, and made the most grandiose plans for our week in Spain. There would be Spanish food, Flamenco dancers, and parties, parties, parties everywhere, we decided. We ended up exhausting ourselves well. By the time we finally boarded the plane, we were tired. Jaime stole the window seat, but it hardly mattered. Before our flight had even taken off, the both of us had fallen asleep, my head resting on his shoulder, one of his arms thrown lazily around me. His mother took our picture that way and showed us later, expecting to embarrass us. To this day I still have the photo. If only she knew... --- Our flight lands early in the Spanish morning. Groggy, disoriented and jet-lagged, Jaime and I shamble behind his parents through the airport to the taxi, pass out during the taxi ride to the hotel, somehow make our way to our room and immediately crash into bed together. Hardly the most memorable of beginnings. A few hours later we wake up again, and the reality of present circumstance sledgehammers us. The sun shines into my eyes through the glass door of the balcony, forcing me to squint a bit as the world comes into focus. I rub the sleepiness from them, look to my left, nothing, then my right, and it's Jaime's smiling face. "We're in Spain!" Jaime shouts, before a hard kiss. His fingers slip into my hair, I press harder into our kiss, he pulls my head back a bit, a soft moan escapes me, his tongue pushes into my mouth, mine meets his. "J-Jaime!" somehow I manage to squeak out his name through shock and his tongue in my mouth. I pull a bit away. "Your parents—" "Gone!" he cuts me off happily before pressing his lips back into mine. This time I don't resist. Our kiss escalates in passion. Our hands move unconsciously, rip the clothing from one another. Soon our bodies are nude, exposed in the morning sunlight. We wrestle and kiss desperately, work up a sweat, erections weeping precum. He grabs me hard and pushes me down. "I've been wanting to give you this for a whiiiile", he tells me in a husky voice before his head drops between my legs. He swallows me up, milks my shaft into his mouth as his head bobs up and down, his free hand rolling my balls between his fingers. I moan and whimper, arc my back and throw back my head while he pleasures me. I realize how badly I've needed this release, though it's only been a day since he fingered me in his bed. It doesn't take but five minutes before I'm emptying the contents of my balls into his wet mouth. He takes me deep into his mouth as I cum, swallows everything. "Thanks..." I manage to mumble between pants. He tumbles next to me, kisses me gently on the cheek. "My pleasure." We lay there a few minutes while I catch my breath a return to reality. Then I roll onto my side and press my lips to his again. "I don't suppose I can return the favor?" I ask even as my hand slides down his taut belly and wraps around his softness. He's back at full-mast inside of five seconds, nods his head and opens his legs. I slide down in between them. "Can I try something?" he asks, just as the tip of my tongue begins running circles around the head of his dick. I look up. "Sure. What?" "Well..." he blushes a bit like he's nervous, a rarity for Jaime. It's actually cute. "What is it?" I ask before running my tongue down and back up his shaft. "We're on vacation. You don't have to be nervous, goof." "I knoooow. Okay. Can you, like... kinda' move so your mouth is still on my junk, but your ass is.. well... so I can reach it with my face..." The tables are turned and suddenly my own cheeks flush a dark scarlet. Even after being satisfied just moments ago, my dick springs back to life at his request. I bite my lip, nod my head in approval. I'd like to say that we handled it gracefully, but truth be told, the two of us were far too nervous, excited, or something in between the two. I shift clumsily into position, almost kicking him in the chin with my heel at one point. For his part, Jaime stays perfectly still, as if any movement on his part could shatter what we're attempting. After a few seconds of awkward fidgiting to achieve the right position, I finally reach the spot I want to be. I'm straddling his chest facing away from him. My legs are on either side of his shoulders and my ass is just before his face, my cheeks spread wide apart. Some part of me feels embarrassed, but most of me is far too intoxicated by lust to care. "Jesus dude, your hole is so fucking perfect. Pink, hairless, gosh..." My face is beet red at this point. "Shut up", I mumble before diving back down and swallowing up his erection. He moans as I move my mouth up and down the length of him, working his shaft with one hand, his balls with the other and swirling my tongue. By now I've spent enough time doing this to know exactly what Jaime likes and hitting all the right places is second nature. But when he seizes my ass in his hands, buries his face between the cheeks and pushes his tongue into me, well, that's something entirely new. I have to fight the urge to thrash or jump. His tongue moving in and out of me is electrifying in a way I've never experienced before. The sensation is incredible, a mixture of intense pleasure and ticklishness that is almost unendurable. I moan desperately, begin blowing Jaime with newfound intensity as I push my ass backward against his face, an attempt at getting his tongue just a bit deeper. We go on this way, the two of us moaning into one another's genitals even as we pleasure them, bodies squirming to contain the all the mindblowing experiences we're sharing, oblivious to the rest of the world. Jaime's parents could barge through the door right now and still we wouldn't be able to stop. When he grabs my hardness and begins pumping me, I know he's close. I suck wildly, pleasure every inch of his head, shaft, balls between my hands and my mouth. It only takes a few seconds before he brings me to orgasm, and he follows right behind me. I drink down his seed, collapse unceremoniously on top of him after I've emptied mine again, rest my head along the inside of his left thigh. "That. Was. Amazing" is all I can say. He groans his agreement. We lay there, upside down and tangled up and exhausted until finally a strange gurgling noise penetrates the silence of our room. I roll off of Jaime's body, straighten myself up a bit. I look at him, cock my head to the side. He shrugs. "Guess my stomach knows it's breakfast time." "Such a romantic" I tease, moving up to give him a quick peck. He perks up. "C'mon, we can probably still make the breakfast buffet!" I have to laugh; even on vacation, Jaime's primary concern is stuffing his face. But my own stomach rumbles, so he and I scramble to throw on swim shorts and tank tops, shove our feet into sandals and rush down to the lobby. We grab the room key on the way out, jump into the elevator and ride the whole way down holding hands. Just as the elevator reaches the lobby, I lean in and steal a quick kiss before the door opens. Jaime doesn't resist any. "Happy vacation", I whisper. He gives me an even quicker peck on the cheek. "Happy vacation."