Date: Tue, 13 May 2014 09:45:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dave Ledge <mikedave01@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mr. Lemire and Me, Part 6 (Conclusion)

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`The tears had been flowing as Gˇrald finished his long explanation.
But now we were both able to give each other a watery smile.  We hugged
each other then and just held each other.  No words were necessary."

His story had been very emotional, emotional for both of us.  I was glad he
had shared it.  I now saw Gˇrald in a new light and understood him in a
new way.  However, as we held each other, other parts of my body started to
get interested in him however.  !  And I started to think that it was time
for both of us to get rid of these robes, too.  His chest hair seeping out
from his royal blue robe was too enticing for words.  And the rest of him
was even better I knew!

However, I also knew he'd have to have my story first.  I knew as well that
I'd have to be totally truthful if I hoped to do anything else with him
ever again.  Oh fuck.  I'm so not good at talking about myself.  I mean,
for the most part, I'd rather not even think about me in any serious way.
I've developed ways of not thinking about me over the years and living for
the day only.  But one look at his dark handsome masculine face with his
serious gaze and his left, arched, eyebrow, was plenty enough to let me
know that would not work with him.  I mean he was the CEO of one of the
biggest companies in our large city.  This man was no one's fool.  And he
had almost said he was ready to offer himself to me.  And that offer was
going to depend on what I said in the next few minutes and whether I was
ready to offer myself to him.  Oh shit, crap, fuck.  I was going to have to
talk, to really talk, and to really talk about myself.  And I was going to
have to do this with a man I hugely respected, admired, had had incredible
sex with and lusted after amazingly.  I decided the best good defense was a
good offense and I began with that.

"Gˇrald", I began, and looked into his dark blue eyes searchingly.
"First and foremost, I am not Alan."  I was gratified to see a wince on his
part.  He started to say something, but I stopped him. " I know you told me
your story to let me know why you were attracted to me initially as well as
to let me know of your history and that you're a one guy guy completely and
always have been."  I stopped him from talking again.  "I can't tell you
how much I was happy to hear all about you.  I know we cried together, too,
about your story.  Well, my story won't make anyone cry, I don't think."

 I stopped to gather my courage.  "Unlike you I've been gay my whole life.
Even though I'm younger than you are, I'm not that much younger than you
are!"  We both smiled at that.  "We're both from the same generation more
or less.  And even though I knew I was gay, I tried to pretend I wasn't.
It was just a stage I thought.  Even when little, though, I messed around
with neighbor boys, pretending it was all innocent fun, even though in my
heart of hearts I knew it wasn't.  I had my first cum with a neighbor boy.
Soon after that all of us stopped getting together and messing around.  It
had gotten serious and none of wanted to be called gay or queer.  I managed
to become celibate and to appear straight in both high school and
college. But in graduate school I found the gay hangout in the way down low
stacks of the library and was raped by a hot stud undergrad bareback with
no lube in a cul de sac.  We didn't even take off our clothes.  We dropped
trow and fucked.  What a wonderful introduction to gay life.  Fortunately
since this was pre-AIDS and since he had no STD, I was fine and didn't get
anything from him.  However the pain had been so bad I swore off gay sex
forever then.  I would be celibate the rest of my life.  Um yeah.  Two
weeks later I was back there, looking for sex again.  But I did no more
anal sex of any kind there. I guess that's one of the reasons why I'm still
very healthy now.  In fact I'm very particular about anal sex and always
have safe sex.  So what we did today was very much an aberration for me."
He nodded, gravely.  "I've had safe sex ever since until today", I
repeated.  Again he nodded.  And again I looked at him quite appraisingly.
He gave nothing away.  He was in in full "poker mode".  I could imagine
wearing the same expression in endless meetings as he had made his way to
the top of the company.  Yeah, this was an impressive man in every respect.

"Well", I tried to begin, "I'm sorry but my story is nothing like yours.  I
have never had a great love.  I've never lost a great love either.  My
story is pretty gay typical for a guy my age.  I've enjoyed sex over the
years but I've never fallen in love or, as far as I know, had anyone fall
for me.  So, while I'm much more experienced in some ways than you are.
You're more experienced in ways than I am, too."  And damn, where had these
sudden tears come from?"  Angrily, I wiped them away.  "Look, I can give
you more details.  I can talk about how this guy or that guy did this or
that or how this guy or that guy looked like or what their cocks looked
like and who was better or worse in bed, but I can't tell you anything
about love.  I don't know what love is!"  I shocked myself with my words.
Where the fuck had they come from?  And now I was crying unabashedly.

Gˇrald came over to me.  He took me into his arms and held me.  He
kissed me softly and kissed my tears off my face.  I was so ashamed, but so
relieved, too.  I had told him the truth, no matter how awkwardly and
ungracefully I had put it.  As he held me, he said, "Steven, that was a
great gift".  "What", I said, confused.  "You trusted me enough to tell me
the truth."  Again, I marveled at his ability to read my mind.  And very
ungracefully, I said, "I'm sorry I'm not Alan, Gˇrald."  His expression
turned stone angry for just a minute and he said, "Never be sorry for who
you are, Steven."  Again I turned to him confused.  In a suddenly weary
voice he said, "Steven, I don't want you to be Alan.  I don't want another
Alan in you.  I want you to be you and I would love to enjoy being with you
as you are, Steven."  I risked crying again.  "But why me, Gˇrald?" I
said.  "You are smoking hot.  You are the CEO of the Company.  I'm just an
ordinary dude."  He shushed me immediately, became angry again, and said,
"Steven, you are not an ordinary dude."  He looked at me with lust in his
eyes and said, "You are so not an ordinary dude."  At this point I sort of
melted.  Hate to express it that way, but it was true.  I started to feel
something I had never felt before, that I couldn't put into words.  Trying
to lighten the atmosphere I then asked, "Will you respect me in the morning
Mr. Lemire?" I asked.  He smiled and said, "For the rest of our lives."

I then fell in love for the first time in my life as we began to make love.
I'm not sure how to describe the difference, quite.  I have had some pretty
great sex at times over the years and I thought that I could have died a
happy man without ever knowing love, but what began to happen between the
two of us told me that I was dead wrong.  I realized that I had just given
up a bit of my core being to him and felt that bit replaced with a bit of
his core being.  I suddenly knew he was mine and I was his in a way that
would never change.  This awesome man had really given himself to me in a
way I knew was real even if I could barely fathom it.  And I had given him
me in a way I never knew I could.

We were holding each other, kissing softly, as I came back to awareness.
The world took on new crispness and clarity.  All of my nerve endings, all
of my senses felt the world differently.  His lips were both masculine and
lush against mine.  His big tongue was making my tongue feel like a new sex
organ.  My cock went rock hard immediately.  I had a sudden need that I had
to have satisfied immediately as well.  "Gˇrald", I got out huskily.
"Gˇrald, I need you now."  He gave me a quick glance and immediately
understood.  He scooped me up in his strong, muscular, arms as if I weighed
nothing and carried me into his bedroom.  The smell of our first session
was still strong and would have been an aphrodisiac if either of us had
needed it.  As soon as he laid me down on the rumpled bed, I reached up and
pulled off his suddenly offensive robe.  He reached down and did the same.
Naked as the day we were born, we took a couple of minutes to admire each
other.  My love, my lover (!) was so handsome.  He took my breath away.
His hairy barrel chest, his dark nipples protruding from it, his strong
shoulders and arms, his masculine face, his dark blue eyes, his thin waist,
his big 8 inch cock, his long legsÉ All of him made my cock ache even
harder.  I saw his eyes light up with lust as he studied my hairless, but
strong chest, and pink nipples, my boyish face, blond hair, and light blue
eyes and hard as a rock 7 inch cock jutting out proudly from my flat gut.
"Gˇrald", I pleaded.  "I need you in me now."  His face lit up with the
smile that could light up a room.  He took the lube from the nightstand and
quickly lubed up his big cock and my butt.  He looked at me a bit
searchingly.  This time I understood what he was asking.  "I want you on
top of me.  I want to see your face as you are in me."  Smiling again, he
started to lower himself to me.  Again, he used his fingers to stretch me
out for his big mushroom cock head.  He took his time to make sure I was
ready for him.  However, I didn't want him to.  My need for him was so
overwhelming that I was ready to scream when he finally decided I was ready
for him.

I sighed with immense satisfaction when he finally replaced his fingers
with his oversized cock.  As he sank into places I hadn't known existed
before him, I let out a gasp of delight.  His smile of joy made my heart
skip and brought out a similar smile from me, too.  He lowered his body
down so that we were completely touching and kissed me very forcefully.  My
cock was so hard it hurt as his fuzzy flat gut caressed it.  My nipples got
even harder as his hairy chest rubbed them.  And my totally filled hole
spasmed and milked the huge cock inside of it.  His sudden moan of pleasure
was matched by mine.  He couldn't help but say then, "Steven, you really do
love me, don't you."  Well, to state the obvious.  "Gˇrald, you fucking
hunk of a man, I fucking adore you as well as love you.  Now shut up and
make love to me.  Show me how much you love me.  Make me cum while making
love to me."  His smile was my answer.

Slowly he began to plow me, taking his huge cock out to the edge of my hole
before ramming it back in.  He raised up from my body so that he could see
my face and I could see his as we made true love.  His slow pace was
agonizingly blissful to me.  I knew he was teasing us both and edging us
both so that our orgasms would be earth shattering, but damn, this was too
much.  I reached up and grabbed his small, muscular, butt and tried to pull
him into me harder and to quicken up the pace.  He chuckled but was not
about to accede to my desire.  He arched his back even higher in the air
and moved even farther away from me so that the only parts of our bodies
that were touching were his big cock and my stretched hole.  If anything he
went even slower then.  I knew then that he had decided this would be the
fuck I would always remember, that would seal our love, that would show me
that he loved me, Steven, and no one else.  Despite that, my lust was so
strong I kept grabbing and kneading his butt as I tried to force him deeper
into me and make him fuck me faster.  I was writhing beneath him in need
and desire.  I tried to pull his body back against mine so that I could
feel all of him against me again.  I tried to pull his face against mine to
taste his sweet, hot, mouth and tongue again.  Just as if I had spoken, he
said "Not yet".  He continued his slow and deliberate pistoning as I turned
to jelly beneath him, desperate to feel him against me and to have him
really fuck me hard.  I tried everything I could to make him speed up.
However, I could feel him chuckling, even if he gave out no sound.  And
then, when I thought I would have to scream out loud from frustration and
need, he started to speed up.  He sped up slowly and oh so deliberately.
But he finally sped up just enough and he slowly started to lower his body
against mine finally, too.  First of all our balls were in contact as he
slowly slammed his balls against mine.  Then his strong hairy legs were
back in contact with mine.  As he rubbed his thighs against mine and our
calves and feet together I discovered another new erogenous zone!

My cock continued to throb, naked, pulsing on my gut.  I glanced up at
Gˇrald's face to see a smile of satisfaction as he continued to make
love to me, thrusting inside me, ever so slowly going faster and faster.  I
continued to scream silently inside of me as his pace quickened along with
my need and my lust.

I don't know how long he took, but he certainly did know how long he needed
to take and that was exactly what he was doing.  When I looked up at him, I
could tell he was gauging my reactions, my pants, my moans, and my
animalistic writhing beneath him and using all I was signaling in how he
made love to me.  However, he was not immune from his desire for me either.
He was now sweating and his face was now grimacing from lust, too.  His
muscles were standing out from the effort it took to keep his upper body
distant from mine.

Finally his thrusts came fast and hard.  However, I knew he wasn't giving
me all he had yet.  My ravaged hole wanted that.  If this was the fuck that
was going to seal our love for each other, there would be no holding back
of anything from either of us.  I again grabbed his butt and tried to pull
him into me to force him to give me all he had.  Our eyes locked onto each
other's.  Dark blue to light blue.  My pleading, needing gaze to his
masterful, lustful, gaze.

That was all it took.  He lowered his body completely onto mine.  I lifted
my legs up and wrapped them around his waist and butt.  I lifted my butt to
give him the angle he needed to go even deeper into me.  And he did.

His hairy chest chafed against my smooth one.  His hard hairy gut fucked my
cock.  His mouth ravaged mine and he suddenly was fucking me harder than I
had ever been fucked before!  My moans and gasps got louder and louder.
Our bodies slammed against each other.  The sweat poured off of them.
Suddenly the scream that had been building in me seemingly forever erupted!
I was glad nobody was there to hear it as the primal scream continued for
minutes on end.  When I finally stopped, my throat was sore, but I could
finally hear Gˇrald's moans and gasps and he continued to use every
muscle in his body to give me the fuck of our lives.  Finally, I couldn't
take it any more.  Every nerve was overstimulated, every synapse was
firing.  I started yelling uncontrollably.  The cum boiled up in my steely
hard cock.  My yell got even louder as I finally came in buckets all over
both Gˇrald and me, sealing us together even tighter with my sticky cum!
That was all it took as he finally let himself go and dumped his own
buckets of cum into my needy hole, too!  And I swear to God, I could feel
him fill me up and loved the sound of his still pistoning cock now
squishing his cum inside of me.  The obscene sound of him fucking his cum
into me gave me another shudder of delight.

He finally ran down and had his fill of fucking me.  He collapsed totally
onto me and held me in his strong arms.  We both shed tears of joy from our
lovemaking.  And it truly was lovemaking.  For the first time in my life I
knew what it was like to love, be loved and make love.

And then I also realized neither one of us had gone soft.  We were just as
hard as before we came!  Gˇrald slowly started to fuck me again.  I
think then I lost consciousness and I entered another world of tantric sex.
The odor of sweat and sex entered my nostrils and the feeling of
Gˇrald's hot, masculine, body against mine overpowered me as his huge
cock squished his big load of cum in my ass as he picked up where he had
left off.  His big chest chafed mine and our nipples rubbed at times as he
and I writhed against each other, trying to get even closer to each other,
trying to enter each other's body, physically, in ways that our souls
already had.

This time he refused to speed up.  His fucking was deliberate and steady.
A few minutes ago he had sealed our love, this time he was sealing our
relationship, our partnership, our lifetime together and beyond, as souls
bound forever and ever.

I don't know how long our lovemaking continued.  All there was was him and
me, bound together, every inch of us plastered together in love, sweat, and
cum as his soft fucking of me was as regular as the beats of our hearts.  I
know I cried more tears of joy, but can't tell you when or how often.  I
know he did, too, as I felt them on my face.  Our tantric sex continued and
continued for who knows how long.  However, finally, inexorably I could
feel his cum overflowing from his huge cock buried inside of me.  My cum
flowed out in return, coating us once again and sticking us together
forever.

He finally stopped his pistoning and lay on top of me motionless.  I was in
total bliss then.  The man I loved beyond reason was bound to me in every
way possible.  My heart seemed to burst with joy, as every sense in my body
was overwhelmed by this new feeling of love.

I was finally able to speak and I said, "My love, my Gˇrald, stay inside
of me.  Stay on top of me.  Fall asleep with me just like this and wake up
with me just like this, too.  And do this every night for the rest of our
lives."

Even though I couldn't see his face I could feel him smile, the smile I
loved so much, and he replied, "My love, my Steven, I will.  And every
night we will be bound together in love, only sometimes you'll be on top!"

I couldn't help but chuckle then.  He chuckled back and soon we were both
laughing out loud, crying out new tears of joy and laughter.

And we did fall asleep like that.  And we did wake up like that, too.  Even
though Gˇrald had finally gone soft during the night, he woke up hard
and soon was back in me, giving me another incredible ride!  Once again our
orgasm was earth shattering!  As I looked up at him after he collapsed on
me, I knew that I had finally found happiness and love and I gave thanks,
as I basked in our shared glow.

The end and the beginning, tooÉ

Love to all, Steven and Gˇrald.