Date: Tue, 6 Jan 2015 09:21:57 +0000 From: Alain Mahy Subject: Accident Please, please, please É donate to Nifty to keep this site free. You guys like to read this stories and love the fact you don't have to pay to do so. Donations keep it that way! Misty, cold winter day! Oh how I hated to have to get up and see the grayness of a new day. I love the sun and the blue sky and almost got depressed when I looked through the window of my bedroom. I, more than once, thought it would be better to move to warmer places on this planet, but you see, I have a job that I love, I have a financial stability and I am surrounded by good friends and family, I am not ready yet to leave all this behind me. But that morning, I was sure daydreaming about living on a tropical island and be able to get out of my house in shorts and T-shirt. I wouldn't be able to. First because I had my job to attend to and secondly because I knew it was freezing cold out there. I am a car salesman. I just love it. On top of that I am really convinced about the quality of the cars I am selling. I sell only new cars as there is a special department for the secondhand ones. I don't like to deal with secondhand cars as I never know what the real state of that car is. Far too hazardous for me and even if I have many years of experience in my field, I know that a secondhand car can hide a lot of flaws that will show up later and thus, have a unsatisfied client. I am a salesman, not a mechanic! So, that morning I got up, looked through the window and really wanted to crawl back between the sheets, but I knew I couldn't. I went to the bathroom to empty my bladder; to the kitchen to make some much needed coffee, and back to the bathroom to shower and shave. One I was dressed and had already two mugs of coffee, I put on my jacket, grabbed my keys and decided to face the winter day and what was sure to be horrible traffic. I am lucky enough to have a company car and have a new car every two or three months. This latest model was a beautiful 2 doors car, with all the possible options and gadgets on it. Even though I had it for several weeks now, it still had that smell of new in it. As soon as I was on the highway, I knew the road was slippery as I saw several car cars sway from left to right and back. I tried to leave as much space between me and the other drivers, as the thin layer of ice on the road seemed really dangerous. The trip to the dealership took me, normally seen, a little over fifteen minutes, but I knew that it would take quite longer, seeing the condition of the road and the amount of drivers that were doing stupid things. I used the quick-dial on the Bluetooth system and had the receptionist, Marlene, on line. I just told her that I would be late and she said that I shouldn't worry as she just arrived herself and that she was the first one. Everybody would be late she guessed. As I suspected, traffic was horrible and several times we were just standing still. I was thinking about leaving the highway and take an alternative road, but I was still miles away from the nearest exit. As just in front of me there was a huge eighteen-wheeler, I couldn't see what was happening further down the highway. As I looked in the rearview mirror, the guy behind me was driving an old car that I guessed was at least twenty years old. I was lost in my thought when I suddenly heard a screeching sound and before I had the time to realize what it was, I felt a huge bang in the back of my car. For a moment I couldn't see a thing as the airbags were doing their job and the white balloons surrounded me. Once they deflated I could check around me after feeling no pain and being able to move all my limbs. I saw that I was literally embedded under the backdoor of the eighteen-wheeler on front of me and that the guy in the old car was suddenly much closer to me than before. I had some difficulty to open my door, but finally managed and got out. I just had a quick look at the front of the car and I could call myself lucky for the passive security that was build into my car, because otherwise my legs would have been crushed. I then hurried to the back of the car, as I saw that driver didn't get out. I tried to open his door but it was impossible. He was conscious and yelled to me through the closed window that his legs were trapped and that he couldn't move. There was blood all over his face and I suspected he had smashed his head in the windscreen. I fished out my cell phone and called the emergency number. Behind the injured driver's car there was a huge SUV and the driver seemed unconscious at the wheel. I went over and opened his door and very strong smell of alcohol hit my nose. The guy at the wheel was actually snoring! I closed the door again and went back to the injured guy and kept him company till the arrival of help. The first one to arrive was a cop on a bike. I told him immediately about the injured guy and the impossibility to open his door. I then told him about the situation in the SUV that had provoked this accident. The cop went to check on the SUV's driver and as soon as he opened the door he jumped backwards, waving his hand in front of his face as to have the smell go away. We heard the sirens of the ambulance and the fire brigade. They checked on the general situation and went for the necessary tools to open the door of the injured man. I was amazed at how quickly the job was done with the appropriate tool and the skilled firemen. The medical help could then do their job. It seemed the guy had kept conscious on his nerves. As soon as he saw the medics, he fainted. I got back on my cell phone again and called Marlene, telling her what had happened. She just said to not worry, that she would send someone to help. The cops took the necessary pictures of the scene and I was given the opportunity to tell what I knew. The injured driver was soon on a stretcher and in the ambulance, which drove of with all lights on and the yelling siren. Once the cops gave him the permission, the truck driver got the truck in motion and strangely enough, you couldn't see a scratch! My car was a total loss as well as the car just behind me. The SUV was damaged but could easily be fixed, not that the driver would drive it again in a very long time. The cops ran a quick alcohol and drug test and the first one to arrive came to tell me he was far over the limit. He would face justice and jail, said the cop. I then saw the flashing lights of our tow-truck. Marlene had been her usual efficient self. It was the big one she sent over and the old car as well as mine could be towed away together. The SUV was towed away by the police, as evidence I guessed. The truck was allowed to leave the scene after that the driver had given all the information to the cops. Once both the cars were loaded, I jumped into the tow-truck and we were on our way to the dealership. I had also taken quite a lot of pictures for my boss and the insurance company of the dealership. That same afternoon I had a call from the police to ask me to drop by to sign an official statement of what I had said to them the same morning. My boss had already given the necessary instruction to provide me with a new car and so I had no problems to reach the police station. All the paperwork was ready upon my arrival. I signed the documents after reading them and asked for a copy for the insurance. Just as I was about to leave, I asked the cop how the other guy was. He told me he was at the general hospital and would recover quite quickly. He took a pen and paper and gave me the name of the guy: Daniel Windsor. I decided to pay him a visit and drove over to the hospital. At the reception they told me where he was. I took the elevator to the assigned floor and was standing in front of his room thanks to the indication of the ward nurse. I knocked at the door, but there was no answer. Nonetheless I pushed the door open and saw only one patient in the room, with both legs in casts and a bandage around his head. Apparently he was asleep, as he didn't move when I came in. Despite of that, I got closer to his bed and looked at him for a while. He was naked in his bed, with just a piece of cloth over his nether region. I have to admit I was in awe at the sight of his body. I didn't know what he did as a job, but he sure could pass for a fashion model. His well-defined chest went slowly up and down. He had broad shoulders and muscular arms. His face, although partly covered by the bandage, had fine features, with a square jaw and a day's stubble that suited him well. A nurse came in and had to wake him to take his vitals. As he saw me, he recognized me and stretched out his arm to shake my hand. It was a firm grip despite his condition. He also had a nice smile on his face and he thanked me profusely for what I had done a few hours before. I told him the police had given me his name and where he was and that I was here to see if he needed anything. He seemed please with my concern. Then he asked: - My car? I had to tell him there was not one piece on that car that could be saved. I took the opportunity to give him my card with my name, Lloyd White, and the logo of the dealership. - You don't loose time I see, he said with a smirk on his face. - I didn't come for that, I replied, I was just concerned if you needed any help. By the way, our receptionist has looked in your car and has found your insurance papers. She took the liberty of calling them and telling what had happened. I guess they will be in contact with you in a short while. Daniel thanked me again and apologized for his previous remark. - How did it all happen, he asked me then. I told him the state in which the other driver was and that he had been taken away by the police once they saw he was not injured. I also told him how much alcohol he had in his blood. He was stunned at that and wondered how the driver had been able to reach that far on the highway without being in another accident. - He must have a guardian angel looking over him, seeing that he doesn't even have a bruise! I said. - Yes, he has, but I don't. The problem is how I will manage to do my job with two broken legs and knees. It will take a lot of time to heal and even then, I don't know if I will be able to resume my work. - What kind of job do you have? I asked. - I am a professional dancer on TV shows, he answered. Now I knew why his body was in such good shape. I felt for him. It would indeed take a lot of time and a huge amount of efforts to have those legs back in working order for such a demanding job. - Can you please go through my things and see if my cell phone is in them? he asked. I have to warn my boss! He will not be pleased at all! - Come on, you didn't have an accident on purpose. He will understand, everybody would understand. He dialed a number and was soon in an animated conversation. I could see the frustration on his face and the tone of his voice was clearly indicating that the person on the other side was telling him things that were not to his liking. When he finished his call, he looked at me and said: - Everybody will understand, huh? He just fired me! My God, I can't believe this. That bastard was looking to fire me for weeks now because I didn't want to please him in a more intimate way. He is just taking advantage of this accident to have it his way... I was flabbergasted! Who would do such a thing? Firing an employee because he had a car accident? I was sure that was totally illegal. I asked Daniel if he had a written contract and he said yes. I suggested he would contact a lawyer and charge his boss for firing him in his condition. - I sure want to Lloyd, Daniel replied, but without a job and now having to face hospital bills, I don't think I can afford a lawyer. At the television they have a complete lawyer's company working exclusively for them. Who can compete with that? I knew he was right, but when you know the appropriate people in the best places, it is not so difficult to reach your goals. I took out my cell phone once more and quick dialed my father's number. He answered almost immediately and I lost no time in telling him the events of the day and Daniel's situation. - I have a pending affair with them son, so tell your buddy Daniel that I will drop by to have all the necessary details. By the way, does that Daniel guy want to press charges against the drunken driver? I asked Daniel who nodded but shrugged his shoulders at the same time, as he knew he couldn't afford a lawyer. I explained to my father that yes, he wanted to, but he couldn't afford a lawyer, being that he lost his job and would have to face the hospital bills as well. - Tell him not to worry about that son, my father said. The hospital bills will be covered by his car insurance. His boss will regret he ever started in television business and the drunken driver will regret the day he had his first drink. You know we are a successful law firm and we make quite some good money. From time to time we like to help people who really need it. I guess that Daniel is one of them. My father wrote down all the basic details he needed and then went over to the typical conversation we always had, telling me I should come by more often, that I should call my Mum a little bit more and so on and so on... I told Daniel the parts of the telephone conversation he had not heard. He was stunned but grateful at the same time. He even called me an angel! I smiled at that. I saw that Daniel was struggling to keep his eyes open. He had received quite some painkillers and they were having effect on him. I shook his hand again and told him I would come by the next day. I left the hospital and as it was already quite late, I called it a day and went home. As soon as I was home I disrobed and put on some sweatpants and a T-shirt, as that is something I always do. I prepared myself something to eat and sat down in front of the TV, going through all the channels to see if there was anything interesting. On one of the local senders, the accident was mentioned. Not because it was that spectacular, but because the driver of the SUV was the son of the wealthiest businessman in town. When I heard that I immediately sent a message to my father telling him. I promptly received an answer that he knew as he was watching the same channel. Knowing my father as I do, I suspected the businessman was in for big trouble. Time went by. I resumed my work and was successful enough to close some important deals I had been working on. My boss was really happy with my results and so was I as I worked on commission. Each day, after work, I dropped in at the hospital to see Daniel. The bandage around his head was long gone and I found him even more attractive. But it was not only physical. Daniel was a really nice guy and easy to get along with. The smile on his face was fueling my attraction towards him. More than once I had to suppress the urge of leaning down and kiss him, being it on my arrival or my departure. I even caught myself watching my watch to see if I could leave work to go and see him. One day, as I came in, Daniel was not smiling. I immediately knew something was wrong and asked him, of course. - The doctors told me I will be released tomorrow or the day after, he said. - And that doesn't make you happy, I asked. He paused for a while before answering. There was something bothering him, but I couldn't detect what it was. Please Daniel, tell what's on your mind. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He tried several times, but was apparently incapable of expressing his thoughts. I wanted to help him, but I didn't know how. The only thing that occurred to me was to put my hand on his and showing him I cared for him. I sat down on the side of his bed and instead of leaving my hand on his; I took it in mine and squeezed it gently. He looked up at me and I could see he was on the verge of crying. His eyes were moist and I told him that if he needed to cry, he could do so. I wouldn't tell anybody. I would be our little secret. He half smiled a t that but got to a sitting position and wrapped his arms around my neck, sobbing in earnest. I let him cry the time he wanted. I could feel his tears wet my shirt and my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around him and held him, showing I cared for him and that I would be there if he needed me. In a certain way it was endearing to see such a hunk of a man break down and show his emotions, although I didn't know what his emotions were. When his sobbing slowed down a bit, he released his grip around my neck and went back to lay down. I grabbed his hand again and looked at him, trying to smile as to comfort him. - You probably noticed I never have any visit here. I am new in this town and came only for the job that was offered to me. My parents died some years ago and I don't have any brothers or sisters. There are no uncles or aunts around and even less nephews or nieces. I left my hometown after a disastrous love affair and the very few friends are all thousands of miles away. I am virtually alone on this planet. The only person that cares for me, is you. Once I get out of here, I suppose we will not meet again that often. I have to go to rehabilitation but I now don't even have a car to go there, and even if I had, I wouldn't be able to drive in my condition. I don't even know if I still have a place to live as my boss at the television provided the little apartment I rent. As he fired me, I guess I lost that as well. I just don't know what to do. Here at the hospital I have a bed to sleep in, and three meals a day. When I have something to do, the nurses help me. I just feel hopeless! I was not prepared to hear all that, as I didn't expect it. A hunk of a guy and not a friend in town. The only joy he had received, were my visits since the day he was brought into hospital. Hospital was his only safe and secure place. And now... he was actually afraid of being released! At that precise moment, I had that little inner voice of mine that was speaking to me. It reminded me a comment my mother had once said: "Believe in your intuitions! Follow your heart!". Right there and then I took a very important decision, listening to my mother's advice. - Listen Daniel. There is nothing to be afraid of. The doctors will release you and I will be here for you. I have a nice place and a spare bedroom. You can stay there as long as you want. We will speak to your insurance company and with your condition I am sure they will cover the expenses for you going to the rehabilitation center and back. My father has taken your case close to his heart and from what he told me, I guess you will not have to worry financially. He has speed up things in court and if my memory is correct your boss will appear in court in a very short time. He will not only be charged guilty for firing you while in hospital, he will also be charged for sexual harassment. The drunken driver is already in a specialized center for his drinking problem, and, as his father is a very wealthy man, he doesn't want this to become a public affair. He suggested any "arrangement" that my father is handling. I'll help you to recover the use of your legs so that you will be able to dance again, and even better than before. I care for you Daniel, a whole lot. Daniel started crying again. Tears were flowing down his cheeks, but despite his tears, he had a smile on his face. It was as if he suddenly saw the sunshine through a very clouded sky. He knew I was sincere and believed every word I told him. Although he smiled, I detected a small skeptical look in his eyes. - What? I asked. - Do you realize that maybe you will not make such an offer once you know my secret, he said. - What secret? I asked. He didn't answer. He looked away through the window, gathering his thoughts I guessed. I had learnt in all the visits I paid him that when he didn't answer right away, it was better to give him time. There was no use in pushing the issue. When he was ready he would talk. What helped him in the past was I, taking his hand in mine, and let him think. And that was exactly what I did again. Slowly, he turned to me with a very intense look in his eyes. - You will probably withdraw all of your words now, but I want to be honest with you. I am gay. Inside my heat I was yelling out loud my joy. Inside my head I was doing the happy-dance. The only thing that was to be seen from outside was my hand squeezing his a little bit harder. - So what? I asked. - You mean ... it doesn't bother you to help a queer, a faggot? I smiled a t him and said: - Daniel, you are a man and from what I know you are a beautiful person, with a lot of personality and a fantastic integrity. I appreciate you as a human being and as a friend. I don't know why you think that your sexual orientation would make me think less of you. Whoever it is you prefer to have sex with, is not of my business. Sex is an intimate act that two consenting adults perform together. Who those two adults are, is up to them. If it is a man and a woman, ok for me. If they are two men, ok for me. If they are two women, ok for me. If it's love, nobody should mind, there is enough hate in the world. Saying Daniel was stunned would be an understatement. It was as if he didn't believe what he had just heard. I couldn't help to have a smile on my face and laughing out loud in my mind. If he was that stunned it only meant he had no idea at all that I am gay as well. I stood up and telling him I was going to check with the nurses, or the doctor if I could find him, what their plans were. I got out of the room and closed the door behind me. Just as I closed the door, I opened it again and said: - By the way, I am gay, too. And then closed the door again. I went to see the nurses who told me that Daniel was going to be released the next morning. I just asked at what time and had to reschedule it, as I had an important business meeting that I could not postpone. I told the nurses I would come and get him. I then went back to Daniel's room. I opened the door and looked at him. He had one of the brightest smiles I had ever seen on anybody's face. He tried to act casual, but he failed miserably. He couldn't contend his joy. I went over to him and sat, as usual, on the side of the bed. I had no time to take his hand as he took mine, brought it to his lips and kissed it. This simple gesture went straight to my heart. It was already several weeks that I just wanted to take him in my arms and kiss him. I guessed and suspected him to be gay, but I wasn't sure. I wanted him, yes! But I didn't want him to feel obliged to have sex with me because I helped him in a difficult situation. And so I told him just that. He looked me straight in the eyes and said: - Lloyd, I wouldn't do that even if my life depended on it. I refused to have sex with my boss although I knew I would put my job at risk. With you everything is different anyway. You showed concern and care for me and you took no advantage of me in anyway, on the contrary. I fell for you at your first or second visit, I don't remember. I fell for you because you are a genuine guy who cares for others. You showed me more respect and trust and love than anyone in my entire life. You made me feel safe and secure. You took care of me in every aspect of life. I don't want to have sex with you. I want to make love to you. But, as you know, I had no idea at all that you were gay. I was blaming myself to fall for a straight guy, but couldn't help it. You were so tender and generous with me. That's why I felt so hopeless when the doctor told me I would be released. - I guess we will have to learn to express ourselves Daniel. The respect and the trust and the love are the three basic pillars of any relationship and if you ask me if I want to have a relationship with you, beyond friendship, my answer is yes. I fell for you, too. I had to control myself so many times over the last weeks to not kiss you or let my hands roam over your body. Just as you, I don't want to have sex with you, but making love to you. You have taken such a big space in my heart already Daniel. I reached the point where I can't even think about living without you being close by. I leaned in and our lips brushed against each other for the first time. No, there were neither jolts of electricity, nor fireworks in the sky. What that brushing brought was tenderness, love and a hope for better life. It was a moment of pure bliss. It was a total communion of feelings we had not expressed from the beginning. As I lifted my head to look in his eyes, I could see a very special sparkle in them, something I hadn't seen before. With time I would learn that this sparkle was of pure love. We were suddenly both on cloud nine. We knew that we were on the verge of a new chapter in our lives. We were conscious of our feelings that we, at last, had shared. We were both speechless. Words were not necessary. I looked in his eyes and I knew he wanted me. He looked in mine and knew I loved him. We stayed like that for the longest time. We both had that silly grin on our face, like two school kids that know that tomorrow they will do something their parents would not agree about. I wanted to take him home right then. We were aware that we had only one more night to sleep apart and when the visiting time was over, for the very first time, I could kiss him goodbye when leaving the hospital. The next morning, after my important business meeting, I was at the hospital in no time. I entered Daniel's room and he was dressed. The casts had been taking off and the doctor said he could start walking with crutches as long as he promised to not overdo it. He was already seated in a wheelchair. Hospital policy! But before we left the room he told me he had had a visit. The drunken driver's father came by. He had apologized to no end and left a check that Daniel could cash if he didn't press charges to his son. Daniel handed me the check and to say I was surprised would be an understatement. The figure on the check was impressive: one million! I got my cell phone form my pocket and immediately called my father. When he heard what the drunken driver's father had done he let the choice over to Daniel. My Dad was convinced we wouldn't get much more if we went to court and if Daniel was satisfied, he should accept the offer. Daniel looked at me and asked if I trusted my father. I told him yes and then he said we would have to stop at the bank on our way home. We left the hospital and it was quite emotional, as most of the nurses had learned to appreciate Daniel. They would also miss the fact they had to wash such a magnificent body! We stopped at the bank and I was surprised how well Daniel managed with the crutches. When he handed over the check he was asked to wait for a moment, and the bank manager came out of his office. One million does that, no? Daniel declined a number of offers from the manager and said he would need time to think about it. He asked to just put the money on his account and leave it there till further notice. We went to Daniel's place and as expected, his bags were waiting for him at the door. He couldn't go into his own place, as there was another tenant in it. We just collected his things and went to my place. My place was nothing special. I had concentrated on my job and saving money so that I would be able to afford to buy something and then put in everything I wanted. Daniel loved the place but he said it was because I was there and nothing else. He could say the sweetest things! I made some space in the closet in the main bedroom for Daniel's meager possessions. Daniel, respecting the promise he made to the doctor, was sitting in the living room and was surfing the channels on TV. I sat next to him. Once he found the channel he was working for, he watched the show for a few minutes and almost whispered: - I should have been on that stage! He had moist eyes. I realized then and there that his job was really important to him and that he missed it terribly. I tried to find the words to tell him he would be back on stage in no time, but his disappointment was too big. A single tear travelled from his eye to his lips. He stuck out his tongue to capture it. I couldn't help to find that sexy, but avoided telling him just that. I just made a mental note to tell my father the mental damage that producer had done by firing Daniel. I took Daniel in my arms to comfort him. He seemed to calm down with his head on my chest. After three month of living together, Daniel had been able to leave the crutches completely. The rehabilitation and the physiotherapy had done miracles to him. Not only was he walking again as if nothing had happened, I also caught him several times exercising dance steps. Meanwhile, my father had done a great job and another big check had been put on Daniel's account. He could easily afford not working for month in row if he wanted, but that was not Daniel. He went every day, from Monday to Friday, to the gym in the morning and had enlisted in a dance academy and that filled his afternoons. For my part, I continued my job at the dealership and was scoring high results. We had not made love properly yet. Oh yes, we had been kissing quite a lot and we had mutual masturbation sessions, but I didn't want to go much further as I didn't want to prevent Daniel from healing perfectly well. We also had waited for the results of our blood tests, so we could make love without the burden of condoms. We were both declared perfectly healthy! One Saturday afternoon, as I came back from work, I saw that Daniel had moved the furniture in the living room. There was now quite an open space facing the sofa. The coffee table was pushed aside and on the counter of the kitchen I found a note with Daniel's beautiful handwriting, saying: "Take off your coat and jacket. Undo your tie. Take off your shoes and socks. Your favorite drink is in the fridge. Take it! Sit down on the sofa and push the play button on the remote control." I followed the instructions carefully and the music of the Bolero of Ravel started softly but nonetheless filled the room. Daniel came out of the bedroom with just a piece of white cloth around his waist. The cloth covered his crotch but it was so tiny that I guessed his genitals would come out any minute. He started to dance and I was immediately mesmerized at the grace and agility of his beautiful body. He controlled his body and his muscles perfectly and, even though I didn't know which choreography he had in mind, for me he executed a perfect dance. I could see he had to make serious efforts as he was soon covered in sweat. With the late sun sipping through the window, his body was shinning thanks to the sweat, but it was more than that. He seemed to have a glow surrounding him that was almost magical. Although he was highly concentrated on his dancing, the smile didn't leave his face. The music got louder as at each movement there was a new instrument playing. Daniel repeated his dance motions and I could just see how he increased the strength of his steps. It was just magnificent. I realized I was watching a performance that was unique. He danced for me and nobody else. It was not only beautiful, it was also very emotional! After almost twenty minutes of such a powerful act, the music came to an end and Daniel was on the floor in a heap. I saw how his body stayed still as he tried to catch his breath. I was overwhelmed with such grace and beauty. He slowly got up and looked at me. The contentment and satisfaction were written all over his face. Daniel came over to where I was sitting. He straddled my hips and sat down in my lap. He leaned down and softly brushed my lips with his. My hands went out to him and I didn't care his was profusely covered in sweat. The sweet little pecks that we were used to, soon grew into a very passionate kissing. Our two mouths melted into one where our tongues were dueling. My hands were gliding over Daniel's body with ease thanks to his sweat. I knew that this time we were in for a proper lovemaking. Daniel's mouth never left mine while he was unbuttoning my shirt and pulling it out of my trousers' waistband. He fumbled with my belt and opened my slacks. He pulled me up, still kissing, and my pants fell to the floor. I stepped out of them. Daniel wrapped his arms around my neck and I squeezed him in my arms. The passion we both felt got even stronger. Daniel broke the kiss and took my underwear away, as well as the tiny cloth that was around his waist. We stood there, both completely naked and with throbbing hard-ons. Daniel pushed the play button again and Ravel's Bolero started once more. He lead me to my bedroom and made me lay down on the bed. He was soon on top of me and resumed his kissing while his hands were roaming all over my body in a very sensual way and to the rhythm of the music. He was rubbing his whole body over mine and I felt as if he was switching on every nerve I had in my body. He nibbled at my earlobes and munched at the tender flesh between my ear and my collarbone. He travelled down my body and pinched and bit at both my nipples. He kissed and licked his way down to my navel while his hands were sending jolts of pleasure from my skull to my toes. I felt so alive in his hands. At each movement of the music he increased his sucking and nibbling and I could feel the strength in his hands. This was the most intense lovemaking I had ever experienced in my life. When Daniel reached my cock, it was so hard it almost hurt. He wrapped his lips around the head and I could feel his tongue doing miracles. He glided over my cock till his nose was buried in my pubes. He held it there for a few seconds before coming up for air and then dove down on it again, moaning and groaning to the rhythm of the music. I felt like an instrument in his hands that he was playing skillfully. I felt the vibrations coming from everywhere, from his moaning, from his trembling hands, from the music that grew louder and louder. A new instrument was added to the playing ones and with that Daniel lifted my legs high in the air and dove without mercy on my rosebud. His tongue performed a new miracle as it was darting in and out of me with an incredible ease. He was using so much spit that we both knew he wouldn't need any additional artificial lubrication when the time was right. He came up and pointed his cock right on target, but without pushing in. He waited for the right moment of the music and once the percussions started to play, he shoved his cock deep in me in one thrust. He started to use his hips, just as when he was dancing and hit my prostate at each push. All the while making love to me, he joined my ankles and started licking on my toes. Just like the music, he was adding a new sensation each time. I felt my juice boil in my balls and I new that with the final act in the music we would both shoot our loads. When the last forceful movement of the music, announcing the end, Daniel pushed even deeper in me and I had that familiar feeling in my nether regions that tells me my climax is on the verge of exploding. Daniel yelled out according to the music and I felt the spasms of his cock in my ass. It was the trigger I was waiting for and soon the first spurt of semen reached my chin. Six or seven spurts followed that one and coated my chest and belly with the white cream. With the last drums of the Bolero, Daniel collapsed on me and kissed me with his tongue down my throat. Silence suddenly invaded us and the only thing you could hear was Daniel and I catching our breath. Once our heartbeats were back to normal, Daniel lifted his head and our eyes locked. Daniel, of course, had his permanent smile on his face and that famous sparkle in his eyes that indicated pure love. - We took our time before making love properly, he said, but it was more than worth waiting for. I love you! I was speechless. I wanted to say a thousand things, but not a word came out. I just hoped my eyes would do the talking for me. To be continued? É Depends on you guys, let me know if you like the story. Please go on donating to Nifty. Every bit counts to keep the site free.