Date: Fri, 18 Jul 2008 15:48:30 -0500 From: Andy Smith Subject: Asleep on the Beach Chapter 16 Asleep on the Beach Chapter 16 Writer's Note: Disclaimer: Please be advised that under aged youths are advised to not read this material; all others are welcome. Also, I should warn you this chapter is intensely sexual. Graphically so...well...as graphically as I'll ever get. I normally don't do graphic sex (in the story), intending for you to fill in the scenes using your own imagination (imagination is such a powerful tool), but this time it is essential to the work as a whole. If you aren't comfortable reading such descriptive sexuality, perhaps you should just wait for the next chapter. However, if you chose to proceed to the story below...please enjoy! Any comments are welcomed; you'll get a prompt and courteous reply: andyoutwest@live.com Prologue Lenny has experienced the most incredible self-induced orgasm of his young life resulting in his first wet cum. Liam and Jason were asleep in Liam's bed when last we visited them, I think we'll check in to see how things are going there just now... Chapter 16 I don't know how long we had been asleep...funny thing about sleep is when you wake up, time seems to have been totally irrelevant to your asleep. It could be five minutes in La-La Land, but while there you could have fought dragons, subdued kingdoms, and made wild passionate love to your...BOYFRIND! HA! I'm loving this!.... Anyway, my eyes were open and I came to my senses wondering just how long they had been open. The room was still dark. That would mean it was still nighttime, or early morning. I couldn't seem to be able to move...couldn't figure out why though...something blocking my movement. I reached over and touched him. Jason! WOW! IT WASN'T a dream afterall! He's here, beside me. I touched him again, nope...no shirt on...nope, no underwear! Hot damn! My heart rate increased and my boyhood did too. This time when I reached over and felt Jason's warm, soft hip and buttocks; I left my hand there. He was lying on his side, facing away from me. I was on my side too. I guess he was sleeping on my right arm, as all I had to work with was my casted left one. This wasn't going to work. Ever so gently, I tried to extricate my arm from under him without waking him. The movement disturbed his sleep and he grunted a little, reached up to rub his nose (why do people do that in their sleep? I wonder if I do?), but didn't wake up. His movement allowed me to pull most of my arm free, leaving only my hand under his side. He was warm there, and soft. I tried to relish the touch as long as I could, slightly rubbing his skin with my fingers. If it were possible, I would have wanted our skin to merge, to melt together so we could be one. Finally, reluctantly, I slipped my hand free and propped up on my elbow. I wished he were on his back so I could explore his body better. As it is, I found it tiring to hold this casted arm up to stroke and touch him. But, for a few minutes, I let my hand explore his hips and back, touching the roundness of his shoulders, and the warmth of his neck. I don't know how he can sleep through this, I would have already come un-glued if someone were touching me in my sleep! Awkwardly, I sat up and crossed my legs, sitting Indian style with my knees slightly elevated and touching his back. With my right hand, I caressed his side and let my fingers trace along his hip and thigh. Coming back up, I let my hand wander slightly downward and felt where his butt and leg merged into one glorious piece of flesh. Cupping his cheek I let my hand linger there, it was absolutely amazing. My dick was leaking, I could feel a drip from the tip. Scooping off the residue with my left finger, I first rubbed the slippery substance across the head of my dick, then I brought the finger to my mouth and sucked my own essence into my mouth. It was so erotic tasting - it had a fleshy, musky odor. I wondered if Jason could smell me when he sucked me, if he liked the way I tasted. Unable to stand it any longer, I began pulling Jason over on his back by placing my hand upon his ribs and gently nudging him. He responded easily and rolled with little resistance. Once on his back, he re-adjusted himself, sort of settled into his new position on the pillow and his back. A long time I sat there and watched his sleep. His mouth was closed, yet his lips were so sensual. I wanted to kiss those lips. Studying them, I wondered just how many others had been entranced by them, how many others were lured by them into a hypnotic state where they could take control? My imagination had me falling into his lips, and becoming a singular entity with them. The drawing, the allure, the pull of them was like the moon pulling the tides from the beach...it was irresistible. I could feel myself leaning forward, but wasn't able to stop myself. One hand moved to support my weight as I gently lowered my face to those delicious lips. The rhythmic breathing of his chest added to the hypnotic trance I was feeling. Closer. Nearly there. I see his eyelashes, can tell his eyes are moving under the lids. Awareness of my presence? Didn't matter. His breath was neither cool, nor hot coming from his nose...only soft. Vaguely, I was aware of my own curls falling around my face. Our chests were touching now, my lips only millimeters from his. More of my weight settled onto him. His warmth, mine, our skin hot between us. Lips touch. Jason. My lips on his. I love Jason. I know it. I can feel it between us, even if he is asleep. I don't try to French-kiss, only wanting my lips to touch his. I pull back, study his face, and notice the slightest smile on his lips. I smile. He has warmed me through and through. Backing up ever so slightly I laid my head upon his chest, my ear is upon his nipple. His heart beat is loud, strong, young. I snuggle, he returns it. I feel him shift: Jason is awake. "Jason," I whisper and wait for a response. It came by way of a touch. His hand on my shoulder, caressing my skin, letting me know he knows I am there upon is chest. "I'm in love with you, Jason," I whisper. "I know," his whisper comes gently to me, "and I'm in love with you too." I just can't help it, a tear falls from my face to his chest. He felt it, because he reached for it, and rubbed the wetness into his breast. Shifting slightly, and pulling me over to my side, Jason rolls to his side until we are face to face. Nose to nose. Breath to breath. "I don't want you to cry, Liam," he is still whispering. "I can't help it," I answer honestly. "It just feels so impossibly good...to be here like this...with you." "Yea, I've dreamed it would be like this for years and years," Jason said with a distance in his voice, as if his mind was traveling to all those memories. In my mind, I saw him wandering down a long, dimly lit walkway lined with shelves of books from floor to...I couldn't see the top...just shelves clear up out of sight. Jason wandered the aisle with nothing on. In the vague light I could make out his bare skin, his toned and firm ass cheeks moving with each step. There was a sensuality to his movements, the dimples above his hips appeared and disappeared with each step. Occasionally he would pause, reach a hand up to a shelf and finger the spine of a book...all seemed bound in leather, though some could have been wooden-bound...every book seemed ancient, valuable; though seldom used. Skipping past two or three, settling on another he would touch it, and smile. I could see a memory leave the spine of each book he touched, and travel through his finger...tracing it's way to his mind...and there he would replay it over and over so long as he wished, so long as his finger made contact with the book of memories. These memories made him smile...I could sense others weren't so happy as I wandered behind him, following his trail through the tomes of distant memories of his mind. "Liam," he whispered, bringing me back to the present...back to him. "Where'd you go?" "I followed you down memory lane, I think." He leaned in and kissed me. Our arms wrapped around each other. I felt awkward with the casted left, but Jason didn't seem to notice. His tongue pushed in past my lips, kept firm pressure on it as he snaked it in my mouth. I luxuriated in its wetness, texture, and the overwhelming sensation of his tongue in my mouth...my very own mouth held Jason's tongue as its prisoner. Just how cool was that! I felt his tongue explore my teeth, my own tongue wrestling his, chasing, following its every move. The passion was building, the desperation more and more intense with every passing second. He was breathing through his nose, I could feel his breath on my cheek...causing me to remember to breath myself. I suppose sub-consciously I was trying to pull away to catch my breath, but his grip tightened behind my head, he wasn't going to let me up, forcing me to breathe through his mouth, then through my nose. That worked, now I could relax and concentrate more on him. Our lips were slippery. He leaned up on top of my chest as his stronger body pushed mine back to the bed. We writhed, and twisted and moaned. His erection left trails of pre-cum all over me as we twisted together. Finally, I pulled my head slightly away so I could talk, my breath was ragged, my dick was about to explode, and I was nearly out of my mind with need, with urgency. I had to have him...I wanted him...I needed him...all of him. "Pl..please..." my voice ragged with need, "I want you to...to...I want you inside me, Jason." I dove back in for more kisses. He stopped kissing and lifted himself up off my chest. Both hands were on either side of my chest, just below my armpits. Distantly, it registered in my mind that I could feel his arm hairs softly tickling the tender skin covering my ribcage. Quickly my mind raced back to the problem at hand...no kissing, the cool air from the air conditioner chilling my body where Jason had just been, heightening the sensation of his departure. I was about to protest his stopping our kissing when my eyes found his...staring passionately down at mine. "What did you say?" he mouthed at me. I answered by reaching down and clasping my fingers around his rock hard dick. Without thinking, my hand began to pump his dick up and down very slowly. "I want you, Jason. Please?" The tone in my voice was urgent, because I was urgent. "I've wanted you for so long, Jason. I...I just don't know if we'll ever get the chance again...who knows what your Dad...or my Mom will do...but I want this. I want you, Jason...please." He kissed me very tenderly, then pulled back to look at me again. "Liam, I...I've never done it before." I guess he could see the question in my eyes. "C..Cody did it to me...I never have..." I could sense him blushing, tough it was still too dim in the room to see his color that well. Still, I put my finger up to his lips to shush him – which he kissed immediately when he felt me touch him. Struggling, I reached over for the bedside lamp, seeing what I was reaching for, Jason reached past me and turned it on. The lamp wasn't bright, but still it hurt our eyes when it came on, flooding the room in its glow. We both giggled at our own reactions to the light. After adjusting to the lamp light, our attention returned to our embrace. Seeing him lying there slightly on top of me with absolutely no clothes on was an image ever to be etched in my mind. He was beautiful, perfect, and here with me. I licked my lips absent mindedly and reached my hand for his face and pulled him back to my lips for another kiss. By now, the light didn't seem so rude, and I felt less like the whole world knew our beside lamp was on in the middle of the night. "You sure?" He asked tenderly. I nodded, my eyes begging. "I don't want to hurt you, Liam," he said while playing with the curls on my forehead. I moved my face upwards to snuggle into his palm, using my shoulder to help me hug his hand between my cheek and shoulder. "I'll be okay...we'll take it slow," I whispered. "Please, Jason, I want to feel you inside me." He moved so he could pull open the drawer on the nightstand, having long before known that I kept lotion there for my boyhood needs. Bringing the bottle out, he smiled at me and raised his eyebrows twice in a way of suggesting this was going to be fun; it brought a smile to my face. "Umm...how do you want to do this?" he asked. "With your dick!" I giggled at him – he punched me playfully. "That, I think I got," he laughed despite a brief show of indignance. "I mean, Dufus (with emphasis) – how do you want to be...I know you are still pretty sore and all...it's going to hurt enough without your ribs bothering you too." He was serious now, and I put it together quickly that he certainly had more experience on the "receiving" end than I'd had...his voice intimated that he was sure there was going to be pain involved and I felt a slight, but sudden pang of fear. "I don't know, Jason...I've never done this before either..." my mind trailing off with thought. I'd seen a bit of porn on the internet...an idea came to me. "Let me lay on my back. You can help me lift my legs." I could see him trying to work the mechanics of it out in his mind...slowly a nod of understanding from him and he moved to kneel between my legs. I opened my knees to make room for him and watched with awed wonder as he opened the top on the lotion and squirted a little out on his hand. He then took his dick in the lubed hand and slowly stroked himself...he looked like a porn star...not that I know what a "porn star" really looks like...but that was how I imagined a porn star might lube himself. Jason applied more lotion to his hand, then in turn more to his dick. When he squirted a third glob into his hands and started moving it to his fingers I couldn't help but giggle at him. "Damn, Jason, you'll slide all the way through with that much! I want to feel this, you know!" My eyes were dancing with amusement. "This," he said with a slight emphases on the first word, "is for YOU!" as he leaned forward and placed his finger at my anus and pushed slightly. I gasped at his touch, even though I knew what he was doing. The lotion was warm on his finger, and as he began messaging it in and around my hole, he bent forward and took my dick into his mouth. My senses overloaded and I nearly passed out. OMG. I could feel my dick being swallowed into the warmth of his mouth, his tongue dancing around the head and all around the underside as his head bobbed slowly up and down. In time with his bobbing head, his finger worked in and out of my ass. The combination was so incredible that I felt as if this was an alien invasion...or that I'd died and some freak of nature had take possession of my sensory circuits...this kind of pleasure was so foreign to me...it was indescribable. I was making strange guttural noises at each inward thrust of his fingers, as my ass lifted up entirely on its own accord toward the source of the intruding member. As Jason's finger withdrew I had an incredible sensation of taking a dump, only I was Jason's finger that was being expelled...I didn't want it out...I wanted it back...soon, and at regular intervals it did indeed come back inside...accompanied by new grunts and moans, and surges from my ass towards him. I couldn't hold on for more, I was about to erupt in pleasure. But he stopped. Damn! Double damn! I was panting as if I'd finished the final leg of the Tour-de France! Okay...perhaps not quite that hard...but still! I was about to protest again, when I felt him at my entrance again, so I didn't say a word, but hooked my arms under my knees and pulled my legs back to my chest. Oddly, the cast helped this time. I could hook my right wrist behind my left, and let the cast support my weight as I gently pulled backwards toward my chest. When I did this, I felt 100% exposed...even exposing to Jason like this was such a new experience, and I felt just a tiny bit embarrassed to have my ass-hole pointed so directly and...vividly...at another person. Jason seemed not to notice my dilemma, as he slowly re-positioned himself, and brought two fingers to my anus. I felt the tips prodding at my hole, then, they slipped in. Both fingers. This time...I did die and go to heaven. A thought of frustration passed through my mind as I felt darkness overwhelm me that I wouldn't even get to experience this...certainly there'd be no finger-fucking (or fucking of any kind I supposed) in heaven! Only, I didn't pass out...I didn't die...but I was DEFINITELY in heaven! If this is not heaven...I don't want to go. Leave me here with this pleasure! Sign me up on the "not leaving" roster. Take me off the homeward-bound express lane list. I'll stay right here, thank you! My god. This was really happening! Jason delved back onto my dick with gusto. His fingers worked me over...in, out, in, out. Then he added a third. SHIT! When he touched my prostate...it was over. No power on earth could stop my orgasm. Volley after volley of semen jumped from my balls, out my dick, and into Jason's devouring mouth. There wasn't time for warnings, or second guessing. Bam! He touched me there: I exploded. That simple. But, oh-my-god-how-ab-so-lute-ly-fu-ck-ing-in-cred-a-ble! I realized after a few long moments that my head was nearly doubled back on my shoulders, my arms had spread as far apart as could be and I had a death grip on the sheets. Somehow, I had my feet on the bed, my dick and ass way up in the air, and Jason was smiling at me with my disk still impaled in his mouth. As I reclined back to put my shoulders back on the bed, he was still hanging onto my dick, I could feel that I had not softened, as was the usual case after an orgasm, but was still very hard, and still very deep in Jason's mouth. In fact, I realized that my dick must be in his throat, as I simply could not recall ever being this hard in my whole life. I'm not huge down there, but it had to be longer than his mouth was deep. God. I was delirious. When Lenny sat on my dick, and I felt myself so deep inside him...that was incredible. But it was like...one dimensional...does that make sense. This was a zillion times different. I just hadn't believed having something in my ass and a mouth on my dick at the same time would be like that. Who could know that? What in the world was that in my ass that Jason just touched? Who first figured this shit out? Amazing. Jason let my dick slip from his mouth, and his fingers from my bottom. He fondled my scrotum lightly, and caressed my stomach just above my now rapidly wilting dick. I guess he knew my balls were on fire right now, and my dick was supper sensitive. My ass-hole was pulsing, like it was hungry for whatever had just vacated its grasp. I'd never felt a sensation like that. The insides of my ass felt empty...not like just after taking a dump...but like something foreign had been removed. I felt it kind of odd that my...rectum...could have these sensations. But, it was so real...this feeling of being...emptied...no...like something had been taken away...something that belonged there and was now missing. My breathing began to calm, and I found myself lying flat on my back again. Jason, ever the kind hearted Jason, was waiting patiently for me to return to the land of the living. He was smiling up at me, his body prone on the bed and my legs, his head resting on the crook of his arm – mouth nearly kissing my dick and balls. I smiled back at him then closed my eyes. After a few more deep breaths to re-establish my steadiness, I said, "UN-BE-LIEVEABLE!" Jason smiled even more broadly, "I know." He was beaming with pride at my reaction. "Your turn," I said, re-gathering my wits and pulling my legs up and locking my arms around the crook of my knees once again. "We can wait," Jason said, "I don't have to do this now, Liam." "No!" I insisted, "Do it now! Please! Please, Jason, do it now." Jason aligned himself better, and then helped me push my legs further back. He wasn't satisfied with the angle, I suppose because he reached for a pillow and by placing a hand under my hip, helped me lift my hips so he could put the pillow under me. That seemed better for him...made me feel even more on display, but I was so desperate for him now that wasn't even barely a register on my mind. His dick now pressing at my anus was! Jason looked up to my face one more time, offering to call this off with his eyes...mine begged him to continue. Slowly, he rocked forward, aligning his dick with one hand to my hole, and steadying me and himself with the other hand placed upon the back of my thigh. I felt his dickhead touch my hole. He was soft...but his dick was like a ram-rod too...what a weird mixture of sensations. I was watching the crown of his dick as he touched me there...breath...breath...breath. As he applied more pressure, my butt-hole spasmed. With a mind of its own it was acting like this was the most fantastic thing in the world...and like the most evil dark knight of the realm was trying to batter his way past the moat, gates and defenses. I was panting, my head writhing from side to side. My arms were already aching from holding my legs up, and all the tension in my stomach was making my sore ribs hurt like hell. I dropped my legs and put my feet on the bed with my knees still in the air. "Ohhh...Damn, I'm ssssorry, Jason," I groaned with great frustration. "This hurts too bad. I can't do it like this." He thought I didn't want to go through with him making love to me and jumped back and was apologizing a hundred miles per hour. "I.I t.t.told you we could wait!" he frantically apologized. "NO!" I yelled a bit too aggressively, causing him to jump back a bit. I noticed his dick sag almost immediately! I reached out for him and managed to grab a hand, and pulled his reluctant self to me. Passionately I kissed him, and kept at it until he relaxed tangibly under my strong grasp. I had my casted arm behind his head (that was harder for him to pull away from), and my other reached out to grasp his boy tool and bring it back to its resplendid glory. Convinced I had his attention again, I broke the kiss so I could explain. "It's my ribs, and my arm. I can't do it this way...it hurts too much...not YOU." "Oh...you mean...you want...?" the light going off in his head. "Umm...ohhh...ummm...here, turn over." He lovingly helped me turn over on my stomach. Halfway over, he put the pillow under my chest so that as I lay on my stomach, I had the extra comfort of the pillow under my sore ribs...much better. Just at the last second, he reached for my dick, gave it a loving squeeze, and helped arrange it under me so it wouldn't be in a bind. He placed my dickhead pointing up toward my face, so that I was lying on it and it felt incredible this way. Sometimes I lay like this at night on my bed...I'd never tied dry humping the bed, but just lying on my dick like this was a cool way to deal with a boner in bed. Satisfied I was comfortable, he moved over between my legs, spreading them wide enough for him to assume a doggie style position behind me. I looked over my shoulder at him and could see him re-applying lotion, then felt as his dick began to rub up and down at my crack. Involuntarily, I groaned at his touch. Jason leaned over me, placing one arm on either of my sides, and just as if doing a push-up on his knees, he lowered himself down to lay across my back and torso. I felt his dick lying in my ass crack, and he leaned further down to kiss the back of my neck and my ear. I moaned and settled my face into the bedding (the blanket was nowhere to be found), closed my eyes and luxuriated in his sensuality. He whispered into my ear, "I love you, Liam. I really, really love you. I want this to make you feel it...I want you to never forget this...Jason loves you." And he kissed me once more on the side of my face, finding my lips and planting tender kisses everywhere he could touch. I felt his hips raise, and his dick slide down my crack. Adjusting ever so slightly, he reached for his own dick and guided it to my hole...and gently began lowering himself into me. A tear formed at the corner of my eye as I felt his spongy dick head push past the entrance to my hole. It was a tear of happiness. All these damned years I have lived in fear this could never happen...and this was the moment. I'd dreamed this ten thousand times. A thousand positions I'd imagined my first time would be, and who would take me the very first time...it was always Jason I dreamed would do this first to me...but I never dreamed of this position. Doggie style, and the missionary way, ...lots of ways...but this was incredible. I was lying flat on my stomach, my arms gathered snuggly under my ribs, bent at the elbows and my hands at my chin. My legs stretched out under me, slightly apart to accommodate Jason's size, with my toes pointing down toward the end of the bed. The bed, pillows, linens...all soft...I could smell Mom's TLC in the laundry, I could smell Jason. He was breathing on my face, smothering me with kisses, his body pressed against mine, arms gathered slightly under me and he had his whole body resting heavily upon me. That's when I realized he was all the way in. Deep inside me. His pubes resting on my butt cheeks. My mind so entranced with all the sensations, I never really felt pain with his entrance. Was it because he went so slow? Or, because I was so ready for this? I don't know. But, our bodies were sticky with dampness...but not yet full sweaty bodies. I could feel is heart beating as he lay upon my back, and his abdomen as he took in breath; but it was his burning hot dick that was overwhelming my senses. I could feel him pulsing inside me. And, I could feel my own sphincter muscles constrict and relax around his presence. We were both breathing erratically, clinging to one another as best we could from this position. At some point he must have sensed me relax, as he withdrew himself about one third of his length. I gasped at the feel of him pulling out, but then he slowly settled back down deep inside me. I could feel him way deep inside me. Never, never, ever could I have known what this felt like before the real thing. The whimpering noises were mine, and faintly they registered in my ears...it was really happing. Jason was making love to me. My Jason, my lover. All mine now. Mine. He was moving slowly in and out now. His breathing very urgent. Once he squeezed me with his lower arms, before lifting himself back up on his hands. I felt coolness where his back had been, but the new angle forced his dick deeper inside me. Jason ground his hips into me and moaned while doing so. He pulled out, much further this time...two-thirds of the way out...then he pushed back in. All the way in. Deep inside. Grinding hips and pelvises...separated bodies joined only by the flesh of his penis...then he was back inside...I was full of him...his presence in me...joined in flesh. Then, I knew it...how do I tell you this...I felt Jason. No. I FELT Jason...inside me...his presence, its...girth...his heat...his...maleness. Jason was...a man? Is that what I mean? Lenny, well he was a boy. When he and I made love...I made love to a boy. He rode my dick, he was all hot and ...and tight...sooooo sexy...his kisses, his touch...he was a boy. But Jason was...well...my age, older, BIGGER...he was not a child. He was burgeoning on manhood. His body was strong. His mind was more mature...his dick was bigger and hotter. Jason was in control. I liked that. HE was making LOVE to ME. I know this is so...so inadequate as an explanation – but as I felt his body rise and fall above me, felt his dick withdraw and then submerge inside me...felt his pubes on my cheeks, and his balls touch me at every downstroke...I knew. This was the difference between the two. I loved them both...but it was Jason...this Jason who was loving me with each tender stroke of his dick in my bottom...I was in love with Jason. He said he wanted this to say "I love you", and it did. Loud and clear. Jason loved me. He loved me a very long time that first time. I don't know how we both held out so long...we were both so horney, so full of love, passion, and desperation. But I guess we both had so much to communicate with our bodies that it must have extended our...endurance. I don't know how long...I wanted another hundred years of this dick in my bottom. Soon, though, the sensations overwhelmed the emotions, short-circuited the thinking, and pushed us to the brink. I felt his rhythm and discovered that I could anticipate his thrust and timing and could match it with my hips. I pushed back onto his dick as he pushed forward, causing us to increase our pace. The heat between us was searing, and as his dick leaked pre-cum I was more and more lubed so we moved even faster and faster...more desperate for release with each intermeshed thrust. (I learned years later that the rectum produces its own lubricant that is used to help expel wastes from the anal canal...seems it also has another purpose too!). As orgasm gripped us simultaneously, the room filled with groans, gasps, and pants of ecstasy. It was guttural, primal, it was sensual, it was magnificent. I'm absolutely sure that neither of us remembered that we were in a house with other people in it. That thought just never crept into my mind. The sheets were wet and sticky under me...I must have cum when he did...or sometime during. His sweaty body draped heavily upon me as we both worked at regaining our breath. Jason laid his head on my shoulder, I could feel his cheeks and lips on my skin. I went to sleep with him lying there, my butt cheeks still clinching tightly to his penis still deeply impaled; I did not want him to leave. Our breathing calmed, sleep came...he drooled on my shoulder...I smiled at the thought of him leaking out of my ass hole and on my shoulder at the same time. I loved it. I slept. Early morning dawn light crept in the window, came across the room and gently played at my eyelashes, waking me. I was upon my side, Jason spooned behind me...without checking, I knew he was hard...and we were naked. I smiled as I remembered last night. His arm was draped across my chest, I hugged it to me. I smelled him. Love. I remembered he made love to me...with his body...with his mind...with his soul. Nothing could ever spoil this memory. I clinched my ass hole; it missed him, wanted him back. Remembering his hardness there, I wondered if we would have time for another go. Then I felt the blanket over me...over us. It wasn't my blanket. It was the blue cotton one from the hall closet. How did it get here? OMG! Comments welcome! andyoutwest@live.com