Date: Wed, 16 Apr 2014 18:03:59 -0700
From: Tyler Waggoner <twag1983@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Family Made - Chapter 7

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***** AUTHOR'S NOTE *****

I will be writing this story from different character's perspectives (I
will let the reader know which character in my author's note, introducing
the chapter), to give reader's insight into each character -- what they are
experiencing -- thinking -- as the story develops.  I'm definitely open to
suggestions on the story line, activities of the characters, etc., so do
not hesitate to contact me, at TWag1983@hotmail.com.

I want to THANK everyone who sent me an email of encouragement as well as
suggestions.  I like all of the positive and negative criticisms (this is
new, but fun to me, so I welcome all) -- I'm learning quite a bit.  I hope
you enjoy Chapter 7 of 'A Family Made'.

Thanks,

Tyler

**** CHAPTER INTRODUCTION ****

THIS CHAPTER starts from the perspective of Lucas, the 14 year old lover of
Marc (Lucas' father Nik and Marc have been best friends since the age of
ten).  It then switches to the perspective of Marc.  July 4th weekend
concludes on the lake in the North Cascade Mountains of Washington State.


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the characters.  I do -- several of them, and more as I develop key
characters.  I also have images of Mt Suskan and the lake.

In some instances (the exception is the character of Nik of which there are
two), several images were used.  I am happy to email them, should anyone
want a 'visual'.  Realize, however, that I used them as a basis only.

Just email (address above) and I will send them your way -- I know some
people are visual, where others prefer a narrative, and still others are a
confluence of the two.

Enjoy Chapter 7.

Tyler



A Family Made -- Chapter 7


July 4th Weekend -- 2009


I put the track on, and Jason Mraz filled my earbuds ... it sounded as if
he was in the middle of my head.

"Well, you done done me and you bet I felt it"

Yeah, just right.

The sun is warm against my skin.  The huge weight is lessened ... my Dad
knows and he still loves me.

"I fell right through the cracks
Now I'm trying to get back"

I lay on the dock, the gentle breeze blowing on my skin, feeling the trees
around me respond ... what a beautiful place.  I was so in love with Marc
... this sexy, pillar ... all man.

"And nothing's gonna stop me but divine intervention"

I was going to have to figure out a way to tell Jesse.  I don't want to
slight him, or, God forbid, hurt him.  He's my best friend ... my confidant
... the one person in this world that I have shared everything with.

"But I won't hesitate
No more, no more"

Yet, I hadn't shared Marc.  I hadn't had the courage to risk him getting
all weird ... thinking I was a pervert or something ... for hooking up with
his Dad. Why did things have to be so complicated ...

"Well, open up your mind and see like me"

I have to figure out a way to tell him ... without hurting him.

"Look into your heart and you'll find love, love, love, love"

I couldn't be with Jesse in the way I had before ... it just wasn't right,
knowing how I felt about Marc.

" ... we're just one big family
And it's our God-forsaken right to be loved, loved, loved, loved, loved"

That's it!  I couldn't do it alone ... Marc and I were in this together and
our lives were going to be one.  He had to help me with this, to get to
Jesse, to know and understand, together.

"It cannot wait,
I'm sure.
There's no need to complicate"

I jumped up.  I pulled my buds off.  I didn't think Marc would be so long.
I smiled thinking of his concerned look when he knew that I had been
listening to them.  At least I didn't have to break up their fight ... and
my pud got really hard when I saw how Marc touched my Dad.  Wow, they
really love each other ... awesome.  When he came down to the master
bedroom, to tell me he had to be with my Dad, one more time ... I didn't
hesitate.  I knew Marc had to conclude things ... to be at peace ... and so
did my Dad.  I smiled again, thinking of the passion that Marc had
... hell, I was sore ... and I was going to be more sore ... if that were
even possible.

I looked back at the house.  Marc was walking down the footpath, totally
naked.  I stood there, more excited and more aroused as he walked onto the
dock ... his huge veiny tree, engorged, pulsing ... his low hanging avocado
balls, swaying, their bright blond fuzz glowing ... his smile full,
satisfied.  Our lips met as I felt the mass of his being ...  surrounding
me ... his wetness against my stomach ... my throbbing cock, aching.  The
lightest touch of Marc's huge hands causing me to melt ... my legs
weakening ... his hands supporting me as he laid me on my back.  He tasted
so good ... his fragrance ... mine ... my whole body smelled like Marc.  I
felt his hands, gently caressing my legs as he put them onto his shoulders,
my feet touching, behind his neck, his large finger reaching in between my
clefts ... touching me ... I was his ... all his.  I felt the cool wet, of
lube, as Marc's finger slowly entered me ... my balls jumping with
pleasure, as he explored me ... my lips opening as his second finger
entered me, opening me up ... for him.  Marc drove his tongue deep into my
mouth ... I felt his prejizz, warm, against me ... spitting into me as his
intense fullness, pressure was at me.  I relaxed, his head entered me, I
milked him, as I felt the massiveness of his love, fully separate me; his
jewels moved against mine ... I tightened around him.

"Moeto sladko Nikky", his breath against my ear, in Bulgarian ('my sweet
Nikky').

"Mi sladuk muzh", my lips moved, my voice weak ('my sweet man').

"uuuggghh", I moaned as Marc began to twist inside of me ... he was so
huge, so fucking huge ... "uuuugggghhhh", I moaned as he kept twisting,
pulling me onto all of him.

"Fucking A!", I shouted as Marc began to curl me over, forcefully splitting
me.

'SLAPPP' 'SLAPPP' 'SLAPPP' 'SLAPPP' 'SLAPPP' 'SLAPPP'

"UGGG" "GGG" "GGHHH", my breath forced out as this Stud drove himself into
my depths.

"FUUCC" "CCCK" "NN" "AAAAAAA", my scream echoing over the water, as breath
after breath was pushed from me.

'SLAPPP' 'SLAPPP' 'SLAPPP' 'SLAPPP' 'SLAPPP' 'SLAPPP' 'SLAPPP'

"imam", Marc babbled, lowly, 'SLAPPP' 'SLAPPP' 'SLAPPP' 'SLAPPP', "nuzhda"
"ot teb!!"  'SLAPPP' 'SLAPPP' 'SLAPPP' ('I need you!!')

"Az sum", I breathed, 'SLAPPP' 'SLAPPP' 'SLAPPP' 'SLAPPP', "napulno"
'SLAPPP' "tvoe!!!"  ('I am totally yours!!!').

'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP', Marc's
rhythm ... frenzy.

'SLAPSLAPSLAPSLAPSLAPSLAPSLAPSLAPSLAP', my body curling like a bow, more
and more, under his force.  His rabid pummeling of my prostate ... nervana
... prejizz flying ... wet on my face ... I opened my mouth and my
sweetness ...  filled me.

'SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP'

"Jesus", I could feel Marc's spit hit my nose, "I FUCKING LOVE YOU!", he
screamed ... I was instantly FULL ... "UUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH", Marc
screamed as his body stiffened ... his 'eight pack', hardwood.  ONE huge
surge, TWO ... THREE ... FOUR ... FIVE ... his body spasming, jerking above
me ... his eyelashes fluttering ... eye's rolled back, moving side to side.
The sweetness of my tightness, gripping him ... pulsing with him ... my
body, one with his.

"I LOVE YOU ... Nikky", he was gurgling over me ... my hands holding the
loosening globes of his 'bubble' ... Marc jerked inside of me, "I love you
my sweet, sweet baby".

Marc's eyes slowly steadied.  His breathing ... heavy.  Our love, seeping
between us ... Marc made so much ... so fucking much ...

"Obicham te skupa", I said as our lips met ('I love you sweetheart') ... my
lips entwined with Marc's ... me slowly milking him.

We lay there on the dock, he deep inside of me, my weak legs dangling
around the solidness of his hips ... my feet gently caressing the hardness
of his ass ... the breeze cooling us ... the sun warmly embracing us.

Slowly, very slowly, I could feel Marc slipping out of me, my lips
squeezing him, until ... pop ... his head was free.  Marc bunched a blanket
up, raising my pelvis so my ass tilted back.  He gently rubbed my stomach
as he cuddled next to me ...

"You are stunning", he whispered, "so perfect, so beautiful".  The strength
of his hand playing in the ripples of my stomach ... his finger tracing my
trail ... knowing my bush.

"Durzha tsennoto si zhivot vutre v men", I whispered back ('I hold your
precious life inside of me').

Marc's smile filled his face, his eyes glistened.  I could feel my cheeks
sinking as my dimples deepened ... his face, radiating.  Marc's large thumb
caressed my cheek ... his fertileness, shifting, inside me ... my pussy
lips relaxed, knowing he was going deeper.  Marc rested his head next to
mine ... his hands exploring the delicate parts of me ... the sun warm
... the breeze cool ... the tree's responding ... the water lapping.

I closed my eyes; my body ...  absorbing my Lover.

I awoke with a shadow over us, the sounds of Marc's breath rustling in my
ear.  My eyes opened, my focus blurred but then snapped into place.  My Dad
was smiling ... full, bright.  His cock was engorged ... wow, what a nice
cock.  A large vein bulged underneath ... his head wet with prejizz as it
flared, pulsed actually ... the flagellating seed that made me, leaking.
My Dad could see ... he knew Marc and I had made love ... that his best
friend's fertileness was deeply a part of me ... owning me.  He put his
hand to his lips.  I could see him ... the sun backlighting ... my Dad
stroking his cock ... laying down on the other side of me ... watching
Marc's hand as it rested on my stomach ... my cock fully distended ...

I could feel the heat of my Dad next to me ... my lover sleeping, his
lifeblood inside me and his hand on my belly.  I took my free hand and
gently stroked my pud ... I was leaking ... so much ... seeing my Dad
turned on by Marc and me was hot ... exhilarating ... his pace was picking
up, his eyes were rolled back into his head ...  eyelashes fluttered ....

"uuuuggghhh", I heard my Dad moan.  My hand picking up its pace, the
slickness of my prejizz coating me, electricity flowing through my slit
... my pussy contracting, feeling Marc shift even deeper inside me ... his
hand on my belly.  I watched as my Dad's pace, now velocious
... "uuuuUUGGGGHHHH", as he sprayed jizz over himself ... surge after
powerful surge ... his manly smell filling my nostrils ...

"Uuuuugggghhhh", I groaned as I felt my prostate implode ... hot clear
liquid shooting out, arching, hitting my face, my tongue catching the last
few drops ... squirt ... squirt ... squirt ... squirt ... squirt, my
panting ... contained ... I didn't want to wake Marc.  I could see my Dad's
juice running down around his sides, pooling on the dock.

I lay back, Marc's breath ...  hot ...  in my ear.  The wetness of my
juices slipping over my side and onto the deck.  The deepness of Marc
rumbled, in me.  I look over and my Dad is smiling ... his eyes looking
inside me ... my eyes looking inside him.  I felt my dimples again as they
sunk deep into my cheeks.  My Dad put his finger up over his lips again,
then looked at my juices running down my sides.  A mischievous smile was on
my Dad's face ... he reached over and dipped his finger into my juices
... bringing them to his lips ... his head gently moving from side to side
... pleasure.  Then, he reached down and gently brushed against my thigh
and into Marc's wetness ... bringing his finger to his tongue ... engulfing
us.

My Dad quietly got up, and walked back to the house.  I lay back and closed
my eyes, enjoying ... everything.

I woke up with Marc gently stroking my cheek.

"We should get back to the house, baby", his tone compromising his desire,
to remain, "your Dad's making dinner".

"Well, that's a nice surprise", I smiled at Marc.

"Yes it is", Marc said, "and then we are spending some time together before
I take you into our bed for the night!".  Marc cleaned us up; we put our
Speedo's, tee shirts, and flip-flops on.

We walked back into the house, the night creeping toward us.  I looked over
the mountains; they were clothed in Amber; purple cracks appearing in the
darkening sky with streaks of pink and orange.  Marc put his arm around me,
drawing me close to him, as we paused.  His lips met mine as he lifted me
up, my legs grabbing his hips.  We kissed as the sky brightened, the last
encore of a most wonderful day.

"Hey, love birds", I heard my Dad say across the kitchen, as we entered
together.

"Hey Dad", I went over, kissing him on the cheek, his thumb brushing
against my lips, "I'm really glad you're here", I said.

"Me too, Lucas, me too", he said as his eyes followed Marc across the room.
Marc and him briefly kissed, then Marc came over to me.

"Well, I am proposing a toast", as he reached behind me and pulled out
three chilled champagne glasses; their smooth crystal, thin and tall.  Marc
reached into the wine fridge, pulling out a 1995 Krystal.  He popped the
cork and poured three flues, handing one to Dad and then one to me.

Marc raised his glass and said, "a notre vie comme UN", he said in perfect
French ('to our life as ONE').

My Dad looked at us as he said, "Allright, first of all, you don't get to
make the toast!", smiling as he looked at his best friend, "that is the
right of the Father of the bride to be" ... Marc breaking out into a
thunderous laugh.  I looked at Marc with a pout on my face, my eyes one
with him.

"I will not accept, that, Mr Velitchov, as a proposal!", my laugh
infectious.  My Dad and Marc so at ease ... it was good to see.

"Mr Vidarr, this is not the proposal, this is the 'memorandum of
understanding' with regard to the future Mrs Velitchov", Marc said ...  we
all broke up.

Finally my Dad raised his glass.

"To my baby, who shares my lifeblood, and to my best friend ... may your
lives, fuse, into one intense light".

All of our glasses met ... the exotic sweetness of the bubbling grapes,
cool against my tongue.

The evening was splendid.  Dad made a 'bone out' rack of lamb with sublime
accents of fennel, rosemary and mustard, wilted spinach with a splash of
aged balsamic, and grilled herbed potatoes.  Marc opened a 2001 Duckhorn
Reserve Cabernet, which was the perfect compliment.  We talked for two
hours about family, friends, places and times ... I hadn't had this luxury
in a long time ... my Dad and Marc, the man of my life, together, with me
... in one room.

The time flew by as it was 11:50p when Marc said, "Sweetheart, why don't
you get your shower, it's getting late".

"Yeah, I'm starting to poop out!", I replied, smiling, as I got up and
kissed my Dad then Marc.  I went down the hall to the master bedroom.  I
went into my part of the bathroom and pulled out my douching stuff ... I
sat feeling the warmth of the water enter me ... filling me ... I wanted to
be so ready for Marc.  I sat on the Bidet ... the warm water teasing my
lips -- exhilarating -- then, I gathered my stuff and went out into the
bedroom.  I drew a hot bath in the Roman tub while I lighted candles,
putting on some Ella Fitzgerald which immediately changed the lighting.
Once the bath was drawn, I slipped into the massive shower and felt the jet
pulses of the water surrounding me ... soaping up ... feeling the richness
... washing my hair ... I wanted to smell so fresh for Marc.  I dried off,
taking two towels into the bedroom, lying one on the edge of the tub and
the other by the window on the other side of the tub.  I sunk down into the
warmth, as Ella surrounded me with her voice.

Marc slipped into the room around 12:30a.  He immediately saw me, behind
the etched glass, and walked over ... two champagne flues and the rest of
the Krystal in his hands.  I watched as his muscled mass glided across the
room, effortlessly, his package becoming taunt ... he slowly peeled off his
tee, his gorgeous pecs and nipples, erect, his 'eight pack' rigid ... his
lips wet with anticipation.  He slowly and sexily pulled off his Speedo
... the mass of his veiny girth, fully exposed ... pleasure spraying from
the massive slit ... my lips kissing it in ... enjoying the nuttiness and
creaminess of his essence.  Marc slid in behind me, his arms surrounding me
... the candles flickered their assent.  I lay back into the arms of my
Lover, my toes curling with the intensity of him ... his scent ... claiming
me.  We sipped our champagne ... Fitzgerald filling our ears,

"When you're in my arms And I feel you so close to me All my wildest dreams
come true"

Marc nibbled my ear and whispered, "ma belle fille" ('my beautiful girl')

"the nearness of you ..."


**** (Now, narrative from Marc's perspective) ****


I awoke on July 4th, with Nikky nuzzling into me, his lips soft against my
nipple, his fingers absently playing in my chest hair.  I kissed the top of
his head ... then, his striking eyes looked into me.

"Matin, mon amour", Nikky whispered in French, ('morning my love').

"Matin, mon doux Nikky", I whispered back ('morning my sweet Nikky')

We lay there, the softness of Nikky's skin on mine, his wonderful
fragrance, the curls of his hair caressing my chest, his delicate fingers
exploring me ...

"I tant besoin de toi bebe', he cooed as he slowly worked his way onto my
stomach ('I need you so much baby').

I felt the wetness and softness of his tongue, working along my pack
... playing in my navel ... the electricity of him shooting through me.
Nikky nuzzled in my bush ... exploring ... his touch, magic ... I reached
down and pulled him to me ... slowly rolling him on his back.  I kissed his
brow, feeling the fullness of his lashes as they brushed against me
... kissing him along his nose then down over his upper lip ... his
appendage bouncing against my chest ... delight.  My tongue dove into him,
his taste sweet ... his suppleness, alluring ... my lips caressed his cheek
then the gentle curves of his neck.  His preseed wet my chest.  My teeth
brushed against his areola ... instantly tight ... his moan filled the room
... deep, raspy.  I flicked my tongue, his nipple jumped ... his body
quivering under me ... my tongue tracing down, playing along his belly
... his wetness on my neck ... dew in his forest, as I lapped the tip of
his head ... the silky sweetness of his prejizz filling my mouth
... tingling ... alive.

I took the whole of his youth in my mouth, throbbing ...

"Jesus doux", he moaned ('sweet Jesus'), his pelvis arching toward me, his
bijoux dancing in their silky sac, the flow of his prejizz ... increasing.

"doux Jesus PUTAIN", he cried ('sweet FUCKING Jesus') as my tongue lapped
around his shaft, more of his taste ...

I moaned as I felt his pelvis thrusting, rhythmically, as I surrounded him
... the warmth of my ingress, tight around him ... milking him.  My hands
grabbed his hips, driving him deeper into my mouth.  Nikky's hands grabbed
at the bedsheets ... his feet pushed down into the bed ... his pelvis
gyrating, his head thrown back, his mouth open ... his shaft expanding
inside the warmth of my mouth ...

"Oh", he breathed, "PUTAIN sainte UN!!" ('oh, holy FUCKIN A!'), he
screamed, as I felt his shaft swell, his feet arching inward against me,
his head rapidly swelling as his intense creaminess filled my mouth,
"UUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHHHHH", his groans reverberating off the walls,
"UUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHH" as TWO shot down my throat, THREE ... voluminous
... liquid ... sweet cucumber with a hint of nut, FOUR ... my cheeks
expanding as he surged more ... me swallowing ... his essence filling my
mouth again, FIVE ... the nuttiness of him overtaking my senses ... the
ebbing of his flow ... six ... as I savored my lover ... Nikky ... seven.
I slowly milked his cock as his fullness diminished ... careful
ministrations, as he was now sensitive ... his skin goosebumps ... panting
... as he delighted in orgasm.

I slowly waited ... his body relaxing under mine ... his legs, limp, on the
bed, gently rubbing my sides.  I looked up and into the most spectacular
Pacific Blue eyes ... his dimples, crevaces ... his toothy grin, full.  His
hands edged me up, on him ... then our lips met ... sweetness, as our
tongues danced.  I slowly rolled him to my side, his body nestled against
me, my fingers gently playing in his curls ... delicate ears ... his smell
permeating me ... his sweetness tingling in my throat.

We slowly made our way into the kitchen.  The smell of freshly roasted
coffee, percolating down the hall ... teasing us ... as we entered.

Nik sat with a mug to his lips.  His eyes arched toward the coffee.

"Have some, boys ... it's a great way to start the day", Nik smiled,
knowing.

"Thanks Dad", Nikky said, the scratchy huskiness of his voice, confirming.

We sat there and sipped, the sunlight filling the room.  We then made a
satisfying breakfast of eggs and bacon, with fresh croissants and
strawberry jam.  I informed everybody of the days events ... leisurely
enjoyment ... maybe a late lunch by the barbecue ... then fireworks
tonight.  We agreed.

Nikky went outside, to enjoy the sun ... Nik and I watched as he walked
down to the lake, the clefts of his boyish ass firm ... the lines of his
body, sexy.

"Thanks buddy", I said as I put my hand on Nik's neck, the two of us
admiring his offspring, "I am the most blessed man alive".

Nik leaned into me, his hand around my waist, "Me too", he said, "Me too",
gently kissing my neck.  We put away the dishes.  I heard Nik on the phone
with Rafaela:

"Hi honey", he cheerily greeted her.

"Yes, we're having a blast", he responded.

"No, Lucas is down by the water", he informed her, smiling as he looked up
at me, "you know how this kid lives to be wet!".  I smiled, the double
entendre music to my ears.

"I'll be sure and tell him", Nik smiled, "yes, he should text!".

"OK, we'll do that", Nik said, then "love you too", as he ended the call.

"Sounds like she is totally in the dark", I said.

"Yes, and that's a good thing", Nik retorted, "We're gonna have to handle
this with 'kid gloves' Marc".

"Yeah, I know", I said, "Nikky and I have been talking about this a lot
since yesterday".  Nik nodded.

"Well", I finally said, "the three of us can talk, tomorrow over breakfast,
k?".  Nik nodded in approval.

We made our way out to the dock, the sun felt so good.  The three of us
skinny dipped then lay out bright orange beach towels and sunned ourselves
for a few hours.  Nikky between us, ear buds in, 'Lady Gaga - Poker Face'
playing, when I looked over on him.  His cock was resting on his bush,
nipping at his treasure trail.  Nik had his eyes closed, his cock full,
arched above his bush.  I couldn't help but noticing Nik's genes expressed
in Nikky ... they were so beautiful ... Nikky so delicate ... Nik strong.
I felt myself engorging as I looked at my best friend and my Lover, his
son.  Wow.  I was so fortunate.  I wanted this weekend to last ... forever.

Finally, we headed for shade, and the barbecue.  The basics ... brats and
burgers ... the hefeweizen, cold, crisp.  We laughed ... Nikky talking
about Jesse embarrassing himself when his Speedo pulled off during a
competitive dive ... Nik telling Nikky about us as early teenagers,
voyeurizing, looking at girls through a grate in the gymnasium ... me,
telling the boys about Julia's first pie ... a disaster ... she forgot the
sugar!

Nik went inside, and Nikky and I took a stroll, hiking down some rocks onto
a bluff that overlooked Mt Suskan.  We sat for an hour, Nikky in my arms,
just looking at the breathtaking views, enjoying each other.  Then we
headed back up to the house.  Nikky wanted to shower and I needed to rest
some before tonight.  Nik had gone down to the theatre to watch baseball.
Before I knew it, the day was waning ... I opened my eyes and after a
little disorientation, realized that Nikky was already up.

We made our way out to the dock, the sun, a memory.  The sky was crisp,
clear, the stars twinkling.  Nik helped me set up, placing the canisters in
neat racks, saturating the dock with water and then grabbing a beer as I
lighted the initial fuse.  The three of us stood watching as the first
'BOOM' reverberated and a loud 'POP' then 'POP POP POP POP POP' as a sea of
color descended over the lake.

"Wow", I heard Nikky, talking to the sky, "Awesomely kool!!", as 'BOOM' was
followed by strings of sound then 'POP' and 'POP' and 'POP' followed by a
Caleidoscope of blues and reds and shades of white.

I had a full 20 minutes of various rockets, bursts, and other pyrotechnics.
All safely launched.  The lines of Nikky ...  dancing as the light burst in
different intervals ... his profile blue then violet then strobed with
white.  The air was cooling quickly as we made our way back to the house.
Nik ran to get his shower, Nikky following suit, with me joining him.

I entered the master shower, the steam ghosting around Nikky as I entered.
The feel of the pulses against my skin, rejuvenating. I pulled Nikky into
me.  The soft wetness of his body ... my lips met his ... the taste of him,
fresh, as he explored me.  We melted to the floor as the pulses surrounded
us ... his luminescent smile radiating through the veins of steam ... his
lips, cavorting with mine ... his tongue flipping, teasing me.  I reached
for the conditioner, arching his pelvis up, spreading the lips of his pussy
... I coated him and poured some over my throbbing pole ... my head,
pushing his sweet lips apart ... a deep guttural moan reverberating off the
shower walls.

"Uuuugghhhh", Nikky's lips, separating ... the water ricocheting off my
back ... his moist tightness surrounding me ... my balls resting in a
puddle.

Nikky's head remained arched, back, his apple bobbing, his neck so
beautifully delicate as the water cascaded onto the floor below.

'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' ... oh, fuck, the extreme
tightness of my baby ... 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP'

the water jumping off my skin.

'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP'
... the hotness of the steam, rising ...

"Tirar tudo de mim", Nikky babbled in Portuguese ('take all of me')

'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP'
... his small body, rocked ... the tightness of his cunt, gripping me ....

'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' ...
droplets of water spraying my baby's face and neck ... propelled off my
skin as, pressure ... intense pressure ... built in my groin ... my balls
splashing in the puddle on the floor below ... his tenderness all around me
... the moistness of his chute ... his ankles tightly in my grip ...

'Holy FUCK!", I cried out as I felt my balls pull in and my shaft violently
expand ... Nikky's pussy clamped ... as my first volley, SHOT, deep inside
... "Holy mother of God!", "UUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH" as TWO ... THREE
... FOUR ... FIVE ... SIX ... eruptions sprayed from my head ... my slit
pulsed open with each one ... then an intense vise, its floor taut under my
shaft ...

"AAAAARRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHH", Nikky shouted, his teeth clamped together as I
felt his surge between us ... 'SPLAT' on my chin, 'SPLAT' on his face,
'SPLAT' on my chest, 'SPLAT' on my bush .... Nikky convulsed as he lost the
fruit of his loins, impaled by my massive beast.  His cunt rippled,
quivering around me, as he released himself.  His eyes bright, deep Pacific
Blue, his eyelashes straining with wetness as he looked deep into me.

Our lips met, the water pulsed, the steam heavy ...

We slowly extricated ourselves from the shower ... dried each other off
... and crawled into bed.  I set the timer, and the soothing sounds of Stan
Getz surrounded us.  Nikky snuggled, his head on my chest, my finger
caressing his mounds ... feeling the wetness of our love, slowly seeping
into the sheets.  The lights dimming as I smelled Nikky ... the softness
and freshness of his scent ... the smooth delicacy of his body against me.
I drifted off hearing Stan Getz ... what a blast we had this weekend
... what a blast ...

"Tall and tan and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes
Each one she passes goes ... ah" ...