Date: Sun, 27 Jun 1999 19:50:32 -0500 From: Babykake <bk@babykake-usa.com> Subject: Independance Day, Chapter 3 "Independence Day" A Love Story written by Babykake Copyright 1999 babykake-usa.com Disclaimer: All characters in the story are fictional, they exist in my mind and in everyone's mind that reads this story. Any resemblance between the characters of this story and real life people are completely coincidental. Chapter 3 With great difficulty, Paul was able to stop himself from achieving orgasm just by thinking of the possible events for the evening. Paul steps out of the shower, and looks around the bedroom. "Now, to get this place ready for tonight." Paul grabs the phone and places the order from the closest rental company, then the forest. After the call is done Paul starts cleaning up the house to make room for the deliveries. As Paul is cleaning, he realized just how much he loved Tom. Paul would hardly never help Doreen clean, and his own appt. was registered as a disaster area, but here he is cleaning, vacuuming, dusting and doing the dishes all in the nude. The doorbell wrang and Paul went to get the door, forgetting he was in the nude, opened it and let the delivery boys start bringing in the boxes. They were all quite taken aback by Paul's striking nude presence, he got more than one invitation and a quick grab and feel. After the delivery men had left, Paul dashed off to put on some sweatpants before the florists arrived. With all the prospective deliveries done, Paul set out to make sure the night was perfect. * * * * * * After leaving The Club, Tom was feeling guilty about making his rondavu, for that night. He drives over to the Office and checks messages. Tom was surprised with no messages from Paul. Oh well, heading off to get in his run before his date with Chris, Tom can't stop feeling guilty for the date. "I'm not marrying Paul, so why do I feel guilty?" Tom gets to he beach but doesn't have the energy or enthusiasm to continue. He sets there just watching the surf play around the rocks and boulders that are strewn around the beach at Goat Rock. He sits there motionless, watching the horizon as if it was to give him the answers to the questions that were plaguing him. At 6:30 pm, Tom decides to head into town to meet Chris and tell him he can't go threw with it. He pulls into a parking space on the street across from Club Merera. He starts feeling sick to his stomach for what he did to Paul. "What the Fuck?!" Disgustedly he slams his fist on the dash of his car. He looks over and see's the lights of the Club's Reception area, go off and out comes Mr. Merera with Chris holding his hand. Chris crawls into the car as Mr. Tony gives him a goose in his butt. They pull out of the lot and Chris see's Tom in the car and mouths the word "Sorry", with a look of total forlornment. Tom looks over and gives him a thumbs up. Totally elated and ready for whatever comes Tom decides it's time to confront Paul. "I don't care what happens, but I will tell Paul how I feel!" Driving over to Doreen's he goes through downtown and is stopped at a red light. On the Corner to his right he notices a distinguish gentleman. Very well dressed and in very good shape. "I hope I look that good when I'm that old." Then a black Lincoln pulls up with a man driving about the same age as the man waiting, The waiting man gets in the Lincoln leans over and gives his friend a long and passionate kiss. "I hope I'm that happy when I'm that age." Tom sighs with a feeling of trepidation over what he is about to do, and drives on, on to Doreen's house. Driving by, he doesn't see any cars, and no lights on in the house. Paul is heartbroken. He sits there in the car parked on the street hoping that soon, somebody comes home. But to no avail, parked for a few minutes longer, he starts up his car, and drives away. He drives aimlessly around town till the setting sun can no longer give it's contrast of shadows amongst the inhabitants of the city, for one in all are now engulfed in the murky hours of twilight. It's July 3rd, and the beginning of the holiday weekend, most everybody else in the City has made plans for the Holiday, not Tom, Tom can only think of the events of last year. Wondering should he confide his feelings to his friend, or should he get him alone tomorrow, and rehash the events of the previous July 4th. With the end of the twilight hours at hand, and the Sky has turned to a deep purplish blue, Tom turns and drives down the familiar street where he lives. Pulling into the driveway, feeling forlorn and depressed, Tom sits there in a stupor of self pity, wishing he new of some way to feel better. He sets in his car, parked in his driveway, a tear wells up from his gut wrenching feelings of anguish when a neighbor in the area starts of his fireworks a little early. Startled by the light and the noise, Tom comes back to reality, and wipes the tears from his cheek. Grabing his gym bag and gets out of the car. After locking the car, he turns to the house and stops. From deep inside the house it seems it is alive with light, a light that isn't coming from any known lamp he has. He slowly starts up to the door then stops dead in his tracks for a split second. "Oh! my God, The house is on fire!!! Tom rushes to the door and slams it open, expecting to find the carpet ablaze, but never expecting the sight he took in, for on the floor, side by side there were little glass cups all containing lit candles, hundreds of them, side by side forming a path to the hallway. For a fleeting second Tom wonders if this is what an aerial view of a candle light vigil is like. Carefully he walks the well lit path, wondering what is in store for him when he reaches the end of the walk. The bedroom door was open about an inch, but an incredible amount of light was emanating from the cracked door. Tom carefully opens the door and see's four floor candelabras with 12 inch candles lit, and a dozen Red Roses in floor vases standing in front of the candle stands, positioned at the four corners of the bed. The floor, the dresser, the shelves, the entertainment center, all had lit candles adorning them. Tom could see someone in his bed, but with the Chiffon Bed Curtains pulled on the canopy bed, he couldn't see who it was. Deciding to let his curiosity get the better of him, he slowly walks the path that bordered by the ever familiar candles, he comes to the edge of the bed. pulling back the curtains, Tom beholds a sight that never in his wildest fantasies did he ever dream possible, for on the bed, covered in Red Rose Peddles, was the naked body of Paul. Tom slowly starts to peel his clothing off his body, and carefully climbing into the bed so as not to disturb Paul. He lays there inches form his friend, studying the man that has been laid out in front of him. The strong feathers that always started his blood to boil, and now was no exception. Paul starts to stir and wakes up. "What's going on Paul?" Tom asks as he picks up a Rose Peddle and smiles. Paul takes Tom's cheek in hand and slowly, carefully, and passionately draws his lips to his own. They Kiss, and kiss, and kiss some more, as there hands start roaming each others body. Tenderly exploring the others body structure, each undergoing the all important search of those tender places that make the difference between sex, and making love. Paul whimpers as Tom lightly strokes from his thigh, up to his ribs. The flow of semen from Paul's blood engorged manhood is almost at a steady stream. Paul looks up with angelic eyes, with no words spoken, Tom reaches into his nightstand by his bed, and pulls out a handful of rubbers. Paul takes one and opens it up, sliding it down onto Tom's prick with his mouth, luxuriating in the closeness and the intimate feelings never before felt with Doreen or any other for that matter. Paul repositions himself so Tom can put his sheathed manhood to it's best use. Tom whispers, "I will only if you will return the pleasure." Paul just looks at his friend and smiles. Guiding his sheathed sword into it's new home, Tom was ever so careful not to bring any discomfort to his life long friend. But friend wasn't the right word, but companion was better. By now, Paul was completely impaled by the intruder, and squirming and loving every minute of it. Paul felt something different. Much different than he had ever experienced with any women he had been with. Tom's Raging erection was vibrating, he could feel the surging deep with in Tom's body. The obvious impending eruption of Tom's Volcano was eminent. With one urgent shove backwards, slamming his ass onto Tom's intruder, Tom started to erupt deep with in Paul's now devirginized hole. When Tom started to let go of all the pent-up feelings of anxiety and fantasies come to light, his orgasm shook him to the extent that he lost control of his hips and forcefully slammed his erupting manhood deeper into his friends hole. Paul felt Tom coming, and was himself in ecstasy when Tom slammed his meat deeper in and tickling some spot deep inside of his body that he had no idea even exists, and starting Paul's involuntary orgasm. They both erupt with such force they collapse on the bed, gasping for air, there bodies still feeling the mutual power of what could be the most powerful orgasm of each others lives. As there breathing comes back to normal, with Tom still deep inside Paul, they lay there like the classic spoons, and drift off to sleep * * * 3 am * * * Tom slowly wakes, the bedroom is much darker than before, by now all the little candles had burned up, there life of light was given to the most romantic evening either one of the men had ever experienced till then. The only candles still burning were the 12 inch candles, by now were more like an inch in highth. Tom re-notices all those rose peddles that are strewn across the bed. Paul stirs and starts nudging his butt into Tom's crotch. Tom nibbles on Paul's ear as round two begins, only this time was taken over by pure animalistic sensations. The grunts, groans, whimpers and sighs, all led up to a second load to be delivered into Paul's well explored ass. As Tom and Paul regain there composure, Paul starts telling Tom about the events of the day, how Doreen had closed the ministers office door on him and how he walked out of the church, how he flipped her off on the bus as it rolled away from Doreen standing on the curb sobbing. They both laughed at the thought of Doreen being speechless, and crying into the ministers arms. And finally, how he came up with this idea. Even down to the events of last year. They talked to each other for an hour or more. "One thing I still don't understand," Tom asks as he picks up a rose peddle, "what are these for?" With one of those devilish smiles, Paul leans over the side of the bed, when he comes up, he is holding a single long stem rose, with one lone peddle clinging to the bud for dear life. Paul clips off the peddle as he stares into Tom's eye's and says, "He Loves Me!" They Kiss, they spoon, they fall asleep * * * 4:30 am * * * Somewhere in the vast city, a black Lincoln is parked in the garage, while the owners are fast asleep, spooning and loving each other now for over 30 years. The End.