Date: Mon, 8 Mar 2004 21:58:57 -0800 (PST) From: Michael Jon Loewe Subject: Zach Chapter five young friends Zach -- Chapter Five by Michael Jon Loewe Well -- the show was going great. Sold out houses, actors who were dedicated and hardworking and a show that was teriffic, even if my dad did direct it. Zach and the rest of the cast were never off. I couldn't believe the level of professionalism. So in the second and last week of the run we had our days free (except for the Wednesday matinee) and our evenings full of the thrill of live theatre. I know of nothing better than creating live theatre -- well, maybe -- no, NOTHING better, not even sex. There is something about the adrenaline, the lights, the costumes, the makeup -- the just plain excitement of it all. And at the center of it all was Zach. Our days were lazy, with loving, cuddling, making out and some sex. I spent some days at Zach's house and his mom would bring us in at night for the performance. On Friday, the day before we closed, I went home with Zach after the performance so I could say goodbye to him and to his family. I was a tough day. I got teary, Zach got teary and so did his brothers and sisters. But I just know I am going to see them all again. But back to Friday night. We were lying on the bed fully clothed. (Why, I can hear you ask?) Well, we were exhausted. Not just from the physical exertion from the show but from the depressed feeling that was coming over us that all this was coming to an end. I held Zach and kissed his eyes and nose and mouth. I played with his curly hair and ran my fingers all over his damp face. And kiseed him again. He fell asleep in my arms and I held him close as I drifted off to sleep. I had one of those nights again and I awoke with a start. Zach was still in my arms, breathing softly, his beautiful lips begging to be kissed. I brushed his lips lightly with mine and he stirred. His hands went to my sides and held me. He pulled me close, facing him, and we kissed. His hands undid my belt and my zip and he eased my pants and tighty whities down my legs, with my help of course. He kissed my feet and legs, my ball sack, my pubes as his hands tickled and caressed my whole body. I started undressing him. Off came his shirt revealing his perky little nipples and innie belly button which, soon, would lead down a trail to paradise! He started stroking my penis. I slowly slipped off his pants and boxers and rubbed my hands all over his stomach, pubes and thighs -- with the occasional lingering touch across his dick and balls. We tickled and felt each other for what seemed like hours. He was rock hard and so was I. I touched his dickhead with my tongue. Zach shivered. I did it again and he moaned and moved to tongue my cock. We licked and tongued each others shafts, slowly, surely. The feelings coursing through my young body were incredible. I hoped Zach felt as good as I was feeling. Warmth surrounded my penis. Zach was taking it all -- all 7 inches -- in his 12 (soon to be 13 -- in 2 weeks) mouth. I took his sixer all the way in and nuzzled my nose in his growing bush. He smelled sooooo good. And he tasted -- like -- well -- I don't know -- but really good! He moved faster along my shaft and sucked me good, running his tongue all over my cock. I moved my whole mouth on and off his rod of iron and his hips started bucking into my mouth. I tasted it -- creme -- boycreme -- Zach's boycreme -- I was full and content -- then I started shooting and Zach ate it all. I came off his dick and he came off mine and we looked at each other and smiled. I moved around until I was facing him in the eyes. I could look into those pools forever. I could get lost in them. We both reached for the covers and I pulled Zach to me. I cradled him against my chest. He kissed my right nipple lightly and I ran my fingers over his back. We fell asleep -- again -- in the act of loving and comforting each other. Morning came and so did the noise of children swimming and splashing around in the pool. I walked to the window, naked, and looked out at them. Then I looked at the clock. It was 1pm! I saw Zach get out of bed and walk towards me. His penis flopped from side to side as his ballsack pushed it up and down. He reached out and took my dick in his hands and I returned the favor. And there in front of the window we stroked each other until we came on the floor. I hope that the kids didn't see us. (I later found out they didn't) It was a cool way to wake up. A morning stroke in the full sunshine, in front of a window -- fully naked. Damn! We wiped our cum off the floor and pulled on our swimsuits and went to join the kids for a morning -- uh, early afternoon, swim. As we emerged from the door the kids screamed at us to join them. "We're coming! We're coming!" Zach whispered to me, "We already came!" I elbowed him lightly, stifling a giggle. We jumped in the pool and the younger ones scattered as the splash swamped them. But they were soon on us and then there were legs and arms and bodies flying all over the pool as Zach and I tossed the kids around. They were -- insatiable (pretty good, huh -- I looked it up!) as they just wouldn't quit. Luckily for Zach and I, his Mom called us in for lunch so we got a break. The afternoon was filled with William's baseball game (which his team won) He was pretty good, too -- got a home run and two doubles where he was able to make it home too! Then it was time to leave for the theatre. We had a great closing night! Super performance and a great audience. The show was a super hit. But we couldn't extend, because the next director was now working with the cast during the day in order to open with another show in 2 weeks. Zach was going to be in that one too, but in just a small role. I again went home with Zach. I had to! We straggled into his room and the kids followed cause they had all been to the closing night. Zach fell on his bed and I collapsed into his comfy chair. The kids all clustered around me. They asked me if I was going to be back soon. I actually started to cry. They started to cry. Man, what a baby I am. I told them, "I will be back!" I seem to remember that phrase from my history class! And maybe sort of from a Schwarzenegger movie. But I meant it. I would get back, somehow. I got a hug from each of the kids as Zach's Mom came in and ushered them off to bed. I sat there in the chair and stared at Zach. I took in his perfect smile, his perfect face, his perfect form. I lost myself staring into his eyes again. He seemed to be returning everything that I was sending him. We stared at each other, devouring each other. Zach started to unbutton his shirt. Slowly, one button after another, his shirt revealed his pecs, abs and arms as the shirt dropped to the floor. Zach stood up and took off his pants just as slowly. Well, needless to say, there was a lot less room in my shorts. He was naked and gorgeous! His proud boner pointing up at the sooo sexy 45 degree angle. What a stud! I stood up and stripped for him. His hand tickled his balls and shaft as my clothes dropped one by one to the floor. My raging hard on popped up but pointed straight out, right at Zach. I walked over to him and eased him down on the bed. I started kissing him. Inch by inch, beginning at his forehead, across his eyes, ears, nose and mouth, down his throat and over his shoulders and pecs, lingering on his nipples. He moaned and lightly tickled my ball sack. I kept on kissing his scrumptious body. His abs, belly button, belly, pubes, thighs, calves -- ballsack and cock. Every inch, literally, of his body had been covered by my kisses. He was harder than a rock and my dong was poking out quite painfully -- even with Zach's tickling of my pubic region. I ran my finger lightly over his dickhead, around the base of his shaft and across his ballsack and then repeated it over and over again. His dick spasmed and shot and shot and shot and shot and shot a seemingly neverending fountain of boycreme! I leaned over and licked up the spermy fluid. Zach's hands roamed all over my body as he pushed me down on my back. His penis was soft now, but he used it to tickled me all over as I had kissed him all over. I smelled him deeply as his dick passed over my nose and lips. I moaned as his penis brushed my nipples, my stomach, my pubes and hard cock. He took the tip of his dick and rubbed it lightly against the swollen head of my nearly exploding cock. That was it! I came -- fountains of cum -- I came all over me, Zach, the bed. There were ropes of cum hanging from Zach's arms and pubes. Puddles on the bedsheets. Streams across my chest. Zach lifted his arm to his mouth and slurped the cum off and past his lips. He licked my chest and dick clean and then laid down on me and kissed me. I tasted of my own cum. It's something we loved to do with each other. Eating each other's cum and then letting the other taste his own cum on his lover's lips. We again fell asleep, me on top of Zach, my arms around him and his around me. This time I awoke to silence. I opened my eyes to find Zach, dressed and staring at me. I was still naked. He tossed me my clothes and then came over and began to put them on me. He tucked my penis inside my shorts with a kiss on the tip and a caress of my balls. He pulled my shirt over my head and kissed my nipples as he covered my chest. He squeezed my package as it dissappeared inside my pants with a zip and a button. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and brought his lips to mine, in a long and very pleasant kiss. I squeezed his firm butt cheeks through his tight black Calvins. He squeezed back. I pressed my crotch into his and we ground them together softly. "Breakfast!" came the call from downstairs. "Be right down!" was Zach's reply. He released his hold on me and I, not really wanting to let go, let him lead me downstairs to breakfast. It was a very quiet scene. All the kids were there and so was their Mom. They seemed to be eating, but it was really weird. Like another dimension. Zach let go of my hand with a squeeze. We sat down and poured our cereal and milk and joined the quiet crowd of sombre breakfast munchers. William blurted out, "I don't want Michael Jon to go!" That did it! I was in tears again. Then the rest started blubbering. It's hard to eat your Cheerios when your hand and body are shaking. I put my spoon down. Each sibling did the same and they all looked at me. Suddenly, I was at the end of a long line of hugs. William, Jimmy, Sarah, Roger, Jenny and Tate all hugged me and kissed me goodbye. Even their Mom joined in. Nothing was said -- nothing needed to be said. Their Mom comforted and quieted the group. We silently finished our breakfast. I was one of the hardest things I have ever done. Getting up when the horn beeped and walking to the front door. They all followed me. Zach couldn't stand it anymore. I stood in the doorway. Zach ran to me, threw his arms around me and kissed me full on the mouth. I kissed him back. Then all the kids hugged me again. We all promised to keep in touch, email and snail mail. Nothing more was said, even about the BIG kiss. As the door closed behind me my eyes began to water again. As I opened the door to the car I looked back and they were all waving out the front window of the living room. I waved and smiled. As I sat down on the seat, my dad looked at me and I burst into tears. He waved at the kids and drove off. He went a few blocks and then pulled over. We were quiet for a moment, Dad handed me a kleenex. There was more silence. "You really love him, don't you?" My jaw would have dropped if it weren't for the sobs that issued again from my throat. He put his arm around me and pulled me into his strong shoulder. He kissed me on the top of the head. "Love is the most powerfl thing in the universe, Michael Jon. You never know when it will strike or with whom it will happen. Do you love Oliver as much as you love Zach?" I was silent. I was dumbfounded. "How long have you known?" "Since your first sleepover." "You don't care I'm gay?" "No -- well -- I kinda wanted grandkids!" "Jessica will handle that for you!" "Yeah -- I guess. Do you love Oliver as much as you love Zach?" "Yeah, dad. I think I do. Is that crazy?" "No! Just -- normal." He squeezed me once more and drove off. It was six hours to New York City. It was pretty silent. I slept a lot. Dad woke me at the Statue of Liberty, just before the Lincoln tunnel. He decided to give me the full treatment, passing the Statue of Liberty, seeing the skyline without those familiar twin towers was kind of -- not depressing but -- strange. Then we drove up the length of the island until we reached Eighth and 41st where our hotel was. The Milford Plaza and right next to it was "Phantom" Across the street was "The Producers". Across Eighth Ave was "Man of La Mancha" Down the street was Bernadette Peters in "Gypsy" I was in heaven. I was in NYC and one block from Broadway. We stayed for 14 days and saw everything, well almost. The above mentioned and "Lion King", "Beauty and the Beast", "Chicago", "Nine" with Antonio Banderas ( I got hard all over again), "Thoroughly Modern Millie," "Hairspray," "42nd Street" "Long Days Journey Into Night," "Cabaret," a beautiful little play called "Enchanted April" and across the street a `family' show called "The Prince and the Pauper." I saw Zach in every move that both the Prince and the Pauper made. He would be incredible in either role. We saw the deaf version of "Big River." (WOW) Caught "Urinetown" and "Rent." Am I a luck SOB or what? I visited Central Park, The Virgin Records Megastore, Toys `r Us, The Empire State, Greenwich Village, Ground Zero, Radio City Music Hall where I caught a Nelly Furtado concert. Went to a great exhibit at Lincoln Center about Musical Theatre Original Cast Recordings. Bought a lot of cast recordings and visited Drama Book Shop. Shit! I had a blast. I think dad was trying to ease the parting from Zach by distracting me with all this stuff. We even got in on a taping of David Letterman. Dad lied and said I was 18!!!!!! After 2 weeks in NYC and a whole hell of a lot of money spent we left for home. I thought about Zach a lot. I still think about Zach. But there was email waiting for me from him when I got home. It is not as good as him being there but It'll have to do. Oliver was waiting for me and after 2 weeks in NYC without Oliver or Zach I was a little tired of hand jobs in the bathroom or in the shower. My first night home, Oliver invited me over to his bed. We spent a glorious night renewing our physical and sexual familiarity with each other's bodies. But I found a surprise waiting for me. It was right on top of Ollie's dick. He was sprouting blonde hairs! He was no longer to be a hairless (fucking studmuffin boy wonder that he is) teen. He was joining the ranks of the forested nether regions! And sex with Oliver is great! No, uncategorizable! Cosmic? I was back in my first love's arms and it was -- cool! Michael Jon Loewe P.S. Don't think for a minute that I have forgotten about Zach. I think of him all the time. I call him, email him, draw little hearts on my letters to him. Oliver and Zach and I chat online a lot. Ollie likes him just from chatting with him. The day after I got home Zach turned 13. I wish I had been there to give him a birthday present! But I sent him a picture that Ollie took of me naked and hard, so -- well -- he's sending me one of him in his "Birthday" suit!