Date: Sat, 3 May 2014 17:58:39 -0700
From: Tyler Waggoner <twag1983@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Family Made - Chapter 9

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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 9 of 'A Family Made'.

Thanks,

Tyler

**** CHAPTER INTRODUCTION ****

THIS CHAPTER is from the perspective of Nik, father of Lucas (15yo) and
best friend of Marc.

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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.

I HAVE ALSO ADDED images of the new character, Luis.

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 9.

Tyler



A Family Made -- Chapter 9

September 2009

I sat by the pool.  The Intercontinental Hong Kong has a sweeping view of
the city reflected in Hong Kong Harbor.  The hotel is just across the
street and about a 1/2 block from The Peninsula, adjacent to a park and the
cultural center.  The infinity pool is my favorite in this part of the
world. The sun was warm, my drink sweating, cold.  I lay back, letting the
rays know my skin, my speedo providing just enough cover.  This was the
best part of our layover; absolutely nothing.

We had arrived in HKG at 18:30 last night, and today was cloud free and
pleasantly warm.  Early September is always a nice time of year in Hong
Kong.  On checkin, a Cathay crew from SFO (San Francisco) was checking in.
As usual, we chatted freely, their flight attendants talking 'jumpseat'
with our flight attendants.  A very cute guy, kept looking me over as I
chatted with my first officer.

I thought about Lucas and Marc, the weekend at the mountain home etched in
my memory.  I relaxed.  My son had found a man who loved him so deeply, a
man who was always there for me, since we were ten.  I was so happy.  So
relieved, that Lucas would have the very best of everything, including my
best friend.  Rafaela hadn't suspected a thing.  She was so consumed by
work, that I doubt she noticed that I had picked up extra trips.  I think
she knows that Julianna was confirmed at the Sorbonne, but, maybe not.
Lucas and Jesse were in full force, swimming every afternoon into the
evening hours; Jesse coaching Lucas.  Lucas also had two new sculptures
that he was working on -- whenever he could steal away I would find him in
the basement, Mozart filling the room, his fingers dancing, intricately
etching or modeling.  I know he wanted to learn carving; Marc had been
helping him research a mentor.  If Lucas put his mind to something, I knew
he would master it.

My mind drifted to Juliana; her mind, razor sharp, her wit, charming, her
looks ... perfect.  I know she was going to be successful in whatever
course she chose.  Now that Sofia and her had been accepted at the
Sorbonne, I would have plenty of reasons to visit Paris.  After all, my
daughter was there; she had to be looked after.

Rafaela.  I did love her, once, when things were simple and I was a child.
Youth.  Funny thing.  It fools you into believing your perfect, that life
can only be in your favor, and anything you imagine is possible and doable.
Maturity.  Realizing that everything is imperfect, that it is how you are
inside and what you do with life that defines ... you.  I certainly could
not complain.  I was damn good at what I did professionally.  My children
were self sufficient, each an individual who had the right attitude and
most importantly the right soul. What was missing, what I hadn't realized
until Brandon came along, was me realizing what my need was; I needed to be
loved and appreciated ... mentally, emotionally, and physically.  Right
now, I had none of it.

Brandon.  I love him.  I found his soul not as a child but as a man.  His
touch ... electrifying, alive, fulfilling. His outlook on life, real,
practical; he takes everything in, dissolving the bad, synthesizing
something, better.  How could I have let him slip through my fingers.  His
eyes ... the way he would slightly cock his head to the side, a knowing
smile spreading across his face, when I would say something that told him I
loved him.  The night I sat him down, telling him that I couldn't break up
my family, I thought he was going to implode.  His eyes, knowing.  His
tears, telling.  I held him all night.  His acceptance of me is so
complete, no judgement, just encouragement.  I am so happy he found Alex
and they are happy.

I rolled over, a gentle breeze crept between my toes.  It was nice,
midweek, laying by the pool.  Tourists were out and about seeing the
sights.  Business travelers were rare, they had too many things to do.  I
lay there, enjoying the gentle breeze, my cock swelling slightly.  The
sounds of Kowloon were distant, behind me.

I felt a presence next to me, opening my eyes, I could see these delicate
feet.  I looked over, and there he was; the cutie who was looking me over
at checkin.

"Hi", his voice sultry, definitely Catalonian, with the slightest hint of
Brazil.

"Hi", I replied, looking slowly up his leg, gliding over his full package,
then looking into his eyes.

"Looks like you could use some lotion", my junk felt fuller; his
forwardness refreshing.

"Yeah, as a matter of fact, I could".

"Luis", he offered.

"Nik"

"I saw you when you arrived", Luis said, smiling.  He had an amazing smile,
giving him a very boyish look.

"Yeah, noticed you, too", I said, as his hands glided into his bag, pulling
out sunblock.

I felt the coolness on my back as Luis dripped some between my shoulders,
then down the center with two large drops on either side of my low back,
just above my ass cleft.  My junk swelled under me, its restlessness
reminding me of how alone I was.  Luis' hands slowly worked the lotion up
and over my shoulders, his hands dropping to my biceps, firmly squeezing,
then down around my scapula, and then into my back.  His leg brushed up
against mine, sending tingles through my toes.

"Luis Julio de Gonia", he softly said, the warmth of his fingers, pure
pleasure.

"Nicolas Eirik Vidarr", I replied.

"Aahh, Norwegian", he stated.

"Catalonian", I said.

His thumbs were now rubbing just above my cleft, his leg slowly slipping
between mine, resting on the chaise.  My cock, full, responding to his
touch.  I slowly moaned.  I felt the cold of the lotion as he put several
drops on the back of each thigh.  His fingers massaged, rubbing, in between
my legs then over and down the sides.  More cold.  His fingers working my
calfs ...  down ... finally, massaging my feet.  My whole body was warm.
He leaned over me.

"Why don't you turn over and I'll get your front", seductive.

The chaises were facing Hong Kong Harbor, away from the main pool area.  I
glanced around, we were alone.  I could see the outline of my wedding band
against my tanned skin.  I slowly turned over, Luis letting his leg slip
off the chaise.

I heard him lowly gasp, as his eyes took in my fullness, his leg slipping,
between mine.  I put my hands behind my head, my body fully on display to
this cutie.  His eyes, slowly, took me in ... knowing my body ...  until
they rested on my meat, laying to the left, my bush peeking out.  His
tongue slowly wet his lips, as his eyes met mine.  The fullness of his
cock, stretched against the thin nylon.

"You are beautiful", he finally said, the cold of the liquid splashing
against my chest.  He leaned over me, his leg now against my balls.  The
warmth of his fingers, on my skin, heating the lotion as he slowly fingered
my neck ... then, the warmth of his hands, massaged my pecs, his fingers
gently squeezing my nipples as my hardness, responded.  He worked the
lotion over my abs, letting his forearm sit on my hardness, jumping against
him in reply.  His hands glided along my legs; I separated, allowing him,
then slowly down over the front of my calfs, working methodically along my
feet then between my toes.

"There", he said as he sat back, his gorgeous body fully illuminated by the
glowing rays.

"Now you", my mouth dry as I sat on my elbows, looking into his eyes.

Fluidly we positioned, so he was now on his stomach.  I squirted the lotion
onto his back, dribbling it down until a dollop touched the cleft of his
ass.  My fingers, effortless, as I rubbed his smooth body, my thumb nestled
into his crevice, my hands massaging the tops of his arched globes.

"Mmmmmm", his moan filled the chaise.  My legs hugged against his; my
hardness pushing against his mounds.

I worked the lotion over his legs, down around his ankles, then over the
bottoms of his feet, his toes flaring as my fingers met them.

"Turn over Luis", I gently leaned, deeply into his ear.

As he turned, I could see his hardness pulling the nylon up, his beautiful
curliness slipping around the sides.  He lay on his back, his legs around
my hips ... the breeze against my back.  I squirted some lotion, he gasped
as the cold hit his navel.  My finger slipped in, scooping it out ... I
slowly worked it into his nipple.  His mouth was slightly open, his eyes
closed, his lashes fluttered.  I used my hands to work the lotion around
his neck, onto his shoulders, then over his arms.  He had ink under his
right arm, sexy.  I slowly worked over his chest, then down the dip leading
to his stomach, flinching against my finger tips.  I let my hand slide over
his hardness, the tip wet.  My fingers rubbing his legs, slipping in
between them then over the sides, slowly working my way down until my hands
took his feet, my fingers slipping between his toes.  I slowly drew his
legs up, his eyes now open, staring into mine.

"Lets get some sun Luis, then", I slowly said.

"we can spend our night together", he finished my thought.

"yeah", I said as my cock jumped, wetting my suit.

I moved a chaise next to Luis' and we lay there on our stomachs, the breeze
lapping at our toes, his hand meeting mine, our fingers exploring, between
each others.

"how did you know", I finally said, his eyes staring into me.

"I wanted you Nik", he said, a mischievous smile causing his eyes to
sparkle, "I wanted you very bad".

I smiled, his eyes never leaving mine.

The pool waiter came up, standing above us.

"Would you gentleman like something from the bar?", his eyes glancing along
our bodies, just the slightest of movement in his groin letting me know he
approved.

"Luis?", I asked.

"Vodka with bubbles", he said.

"Same", I said, "and a water with gas, please".

"A bottle, Sir?"

"Yes", and with that he sauntered off.

Luis and I sat, watching the junks pass by in the harbor.  The Kowloon
ferry making its way, slowly, across to Hong Kong's financial district.  We
sipped our drinks, Luis' finger locked around mine.  I needed this, I
thought.  I needed this man.  I wanted this man.  The sun, warm, surrounded
us.  The cold of the drink, trickled inside, the tartness of the lemon on
my lips.  I looked at Luis, the locks of his hair were gently swaying in
the breeze, his full red lips begging to be kissed, devoured.  He smiled at
me, my face lighting, my toothy smile, immovable.

"I'm glad you were so forward", I finally said, Luis' eyes, soft.

"Yeah, so am I", he said, as his finger tightened around mine, "very glad".

We sat, the breeze flitting between us, our drinks now empty ... water
sweating in our glasses.

"Your married?", he turned.

"Yes", no explanation, given.

"Children?", he asked.

"Two.  My daughter, Juliana, is 19yo, and my son Lucas, is 14yo".

"She is a very fortunate woman", he softly said, his finger never
separating from mine.

I stared out at the water, my finger jumping in his.

"She ... We ... well, we aren't doing it", I turned, looking into him.

"Ah", he said, "then I will not feel sorry any longer", his smile widening,
mine deepening.

We continued, looking as life passed, busily, sailing.  He was 24 years
old, had a degree in linguistics, and was based in SFO; he had been born in
Barcelona but had lived in Rio de Janeiro, where he stayed for university.
He had been flying with Cathay since he turned 20; he was actually holding
a line, flying HKG like I was.  He was in line for a purser position.  He
had learned Cantonese when he was a boy, his father teaching it to him
having learned it as a missionary's child.

We took a dip in the pool.  Me, behind, my arms encircling Luis, as we
looked out over the harbor.  My fingers slipped down, into his suit; his
mass in my hand, my feet encircling his.  I nibbled on his neck, feeling
him moan between me.  We eventually made our way out of the pool, drying
off then heading into the hotel.  The cold air causing us to shiver as we
made our way to the elevator.

"When do you fly out?", he asked as I pushed the button for my floor.

"Saturday morning", I replied.

"Me too", he said, smiling.

We reached my room.  I heard the 'click' as the lock submitted to my
keycard.  The door clicked behind us, as Luis' lips met mine.  I sucked on
the delicate softness of his fullness, as we kissed ... the first time, my
hardness meeting his.  My tongue sipped between his fullness, and our
tongues began to kiss.  His taste, sweet, his body hot against me ... his
hands began to explore, slipping between us as I gave and he took, my
engorgement.

"Ugggggg", his breath hot in my mouth, as our kisses intensified.

"Uuuuggghhhh", my breath responding as my hands cupped his globes, kneading
them.

"Why don't you start the shower and I will go and get my things", he said,
our lips resting on each others.

"Mmmmmm", I said, nibbling on his lower lip, letting my teeth pull it out,
then, letting it spring back.

"K", I finally said.

I went over to the bureau and took a keycard, giving it to him.  He slipped
it into the nylon pouch cupping his jewels, kissing me through the air.  He
glided out, the door closing gently behind him.  I went into the bathroom.
I brushed my teeth, my cock pressed against the cool of the granite.  I
couldn't believe Luis was here, that the cutie in the lobby was actually
going to be in my bed.  I opened the shower door, turning on the water.
The steam, quick, began to fill the space.  I slid my speedos off, brushing
them against the marble as I entered.  I let the hot water pour over me,
washing my face.  I let the soap lather, thick on my skin, washing every
part, carefully, letting my bush soak in shampoo.  As the last of the soap
was slipping down the drain, I heard the door to the bathroom open. Luis
wrapped his arms around me, his cock slipping into my cleft, as the shower
door closed behind him.

"Hi baby", he said, his hand slipping down, his fingers tracing the side of
my ball sac.

"Mmmmm, baby", as I turned around, taking his lip between mine.

Luis stepped under the shower head, as I reached for the shampoo.  I slowly
washed his hair, his lashes pressed against his face ... kissing his lips.
I slowly rinsed him, then glided my fingers through his locks, as I put on
conditioner.  My lips tasted his neck, his skin ... supple.  I worked up
lather, slipping down his crack, my finger grazing against his tenderness
...  Luis separating, letting me.  I washed all of him.  He reached for the
shower, unhooking the nozzle, and looked into my eyes as he rinsed all of
the soap off, holding it over his bush, letting the water spray against me.
I growled, taking him into my arms, the water now pulsing between us.  I
thrust my tongue into his mouth, letting it glide over his ... thrusting it
around his teeth ... the pulsating spray frothing, up.

We slowly dried each other off, Luis' hand lingering as my fullness rested
in his hand.  We made our way out of the bedroom.  Luis had a towel and a
bottle of lube by the bed, the drapes were drawn, and a CD was playing.  We
stood at the foot of the bed, our hands exploring, our lips learning each
others; just the room, the cool air slipping around us, and the heat of our
manhood.

We slipped under the sheets, Luis' body askew on mine, his fingers studying
my cheek, as our lips continued.

Luis was stunning.  5'10", black hair, deep sexy brown eyes, with brown
skin.  His lips, full, deep red to pink on the most adolescently sweet
face.  His ears were boyish, framed by his locks and silky side burns.  His
nipples were pert, with the very slightest of hair.  His inny, deep, the
dusting twirl of his treasure trail swirling below.  His arms had a fine
dusting of hair, leading to his soft hands. His waist slim, accentuating
his beautifully sculpted arched ass. His pubes jet black, curling upward,
trimmed, just right. The veins of his feet were manly, small wisps of hair
on each toe. His cock was plump, the head flaring to meet his veiny shaft.

His ink, a very sexy turnon.

He reached over and turned the bedside light out.  I could hear Paquito
D'rivera's latin love song album start ... the clarinet singing "La
Morocha" as Luis' lips gently explored my neck, the warmth of his breath
dancing on my skin.

He softly explored me, the air rushing past as he took in my scent, his
cock, jumping.  I felt the wetness of his tongue as he took in my nipple,
suckling, sending waves of pleasure through the tip of my cock. His body,
fluid, as he made love to me ... each nipple worshipped ... caressed
... me, erect.  His body slipped between my legs, as he kissed downward,
his nose skipping slowly along my pack, smelling, licking, tasting,
exploring.

Luis, his nose against my skin, my bush surrounding him.  Then ... the
moistness of his lips on my head, sipping my prenutt ... his tongue darting
into my slit, causing my legs to arch up.

"Uuuugggghhh", my fingers in the locks of his hair, my manhood now in the
warm tightness of his mouth, the sounds of his attention filling my ears,
his hands grasping my thighs as he slowly worked my shaft, slipping me
... fully ... into his mouth, then back out ... until ... he would suck me
in again.  My balls, hung, moving, wanting him ... Luis' wetness slipping
along them, teasing.  His delicate fingers, slipping underneath, cradling
them, slipping each, between his fingers ... my prenutt surged, Luis
twirling it around his tongue, then letting it slip into his throat.  My
feet, now drawing his in, pushing against him as my cock pulsed in his
mouth ... Luis causing me to harden more, my skin stretched ... his lips
kissing, slowly along my shaft, my balls, my thighs.

I grasped Luis under his arms, pulling him up, my tongue driving into his
mouth, my breaths filling him.  I gently lay him on his back, rising, my
legs around his ... beautiful ... the sliver of light slipping through the
curtains, scintillating ... his eyes, sparkled.

"You are so beautiful", I whispered, "so amazingly beautiful", Luis' leg
brushed against mine, his cock arched, swollen, hungry.

"So are you, sweet", he whispered, his hand tracing my abdomen, his finger
nesting in my navel.

I slid until he was under me, his heart beating against my chest, our
manhood pushed against each other, leaking between us.  My lips met his, my
hands surrounded his face ... his taste, boyishly fresh.  I gently caressed
his skin ... smooth ... tender, soft ... his nipples hard, standing, as my
fingers pulled them.  He shivered as my breath caressed his skin ... all of
my senses, knowing him ... learning him ... delicately, making love to
him. I slipped his manhood into my mouth, sucking him, causing his legs to
splay, outward, his shivers increasing.  I sucked, his prenutt tingling
... creamy, letting me know how much he wanted me.

I arched his pelvis up, my tongue diving into his cunt.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh", Luis moaned, his hands around my head, as I plunged
deeper.  I lapped inside him, sending waves of pleasure through him,
"AAAAAHHHHHHH", he screamed, as my tongue twisted, lapping up his
sweetness, his taste mellifluous, filling my mouth.  I held his legs up,
separating him, his pussy lips nibbling the base of my tongue as I
continued my assault.  I had to have this man.  I had to know all of him.
I had to fully ... make love.

I held his legs up, as I reached over to the night stand.  I grabbed the
lube, squirted it onto his pussy, then slipped the end into him and
squeezed, sending the cool fluid into his love chute.  Luis moaned ... his
legs arching, gripping me.  I slathered the fluid onto my pole, quickly
greasing it, then pushed my head against his wetness.

"Nik, I w a n t you", Luis said as my face neared his, the heat of his
words brushing, on me.

"I want you Luis, I want y o u ... so badly", as my head pushed forward,
his lips nibbling, opening as my head slipped inside him.

"Oh, baby, you f e e l so good", his words oozed out, his hands, around my
sides, "so v e r y g o o d", as my shaft slowly, penetrated, him ... his
tightness surrounding me, moist, working me, pulling me into his sweetness.

"mmmmmmmmm", as my root hit his perineum, my balls wet against his.

"baby", I moaned, as our lips met, Luis clenching, surrounding me, his
heartbeat surrounding my cock, "b a b y", as he continued.

"N i c o l a s", he moaned into my mouth, "f u c k m e!", our kisses more
intense, "t a k e m e!", he was almost panting.

'SSLLAAPP' the wetness tricking between us, "like that baby?", his head
nodding, his cunt sucking on me, 'SSSLLLAAAPPP'

"y e a h", he breathed, "y e a h, l i k e", 'SSSLLLAAAPPP' , "t h a t".

"mmmmmm", I moaned, "you feel so fucking good", my cock pulsing, sending
prenutt deep, into him, his cunt milking me ... his legs now surrounding my
hips, his feet against my ass.

'SSLLLAAAPPP' 'SSSLLLAAAP' 'SSLLLAAAPPP' 'SSSSLLLAAAPP', his lips bouncing
as I plunged in and out, our balls slathered, bouncing on each other,

'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP'
'SLAP' 'SLAP'

our rhythm now set, our lips interlocked, his legs tightly pulling me in,
our testicles rubbing,

'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP'
'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP'

"O H B A B Y y o u a r e s o H O T !", I breathed as our coital sounds
ricocheted from wall to wall, 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP'
'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP'

"O H F U C K B A B Y", 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP'
'SLAP'

"I M S O O O C L O S E", 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP'
'SLAP'

"F i l l m e N i k", he panted, "c u m i n s i d e", 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP'
'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP', "t a k e m e e e", 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP'
'SLAP'

I felt that familiar intense pressure, like tons of water pressing against
me, my balls ached, my cock felt like it doubled in size, my prostate
screaming,

"UUUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH", as I arched over Luis, my cock
EXPLODING ... my cum, HOT, pushing my slit open, RUSHING into him
... "UUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH" as my head flung back, another HUGE SURGE deep
into him .... "F U C K !!!!", as I felt like I was peeing ... my seed
forcing itself out of me ... now, pulsating, into him ... gurgling around
my cock ...  his tender cunt holding me, massaging me, gulping me.

Our eyes, locked, looking into each other, my breathing ... heaving ... my
breath scorching against Luis' puffy lips.  His delicate fingers, slipping
through my hair, as he held my head ... the rhythmic titillations of his
boi pussy surrounding me ... his toes dancing on my hard globes ... sweat
tricking down my ass, dripping onto my balls, wetting him.  My breathing,
finally, slowing.  Luis' smile filling my vision, the light perfectly
shining on him.  My toothy smile erupted, as I felt the trickles of my love
leaving me ... Luis sucking them deep ... in ... him.  I could feel his
thickness against my stomach, wet with his prenutt.

A mischievous smile now on my face, I slowly let my shaft slip out, his
pussy lips sucking ... 'pip', as my head left his warmth.  I slid down, my
legs separating his.  My mouth, plunged, taking all of his manhood inside,
'SLURP'ing sounds now filling the room.

"uuuuuggghhhhhhh", he moaned, as his hands grasped my head, guiding me up
and down his swollen shaft, his balls retreating, ready for deployment,
"uuugggghhhhhh" as my 'SLURP's increased, sucking him in, my tongue
convulsing around his shaft, thrashing.  Luis' pelvis gyrating as his meat
was pleasured, the smell of our love making filling my nose ... the smell
of cut grass, the smell of his sweet cunt ...  testosterone charged air all
around me ... "uuuuggggghhhh" as I felt his cock swelling, his head
throbbing in my mouth.

"UUUUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH" as his juices surged into me, my whole mouth
suddenly filled with Luis.  I reflexively swallowed, his creamy nutt
slipping down my throat ... a sweet tang, like cucumber with a hint of
pepper ... "UUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHH" as his hips bucked up, and another huge
blast pushed against my cheeks, me reflexively swallowing ... more of his
creamy nuttiness surrounding my buds.  "UUUUUUGGGGHHH", his legs thrashing
as another huge wave of essence filled my mouth, a small trickle slipping
out the corner, dribbling onto my chin, "UUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHHH" as his last
charge erupted into me, gurgling around my tongue, even more of his taste
now surrounded me.

I gently milked his cock, slowly drawing out his final drops, then, allowed
him to slowly, slip, from my mouth, his swollen member, resting on his
thigh.

I lay on my back, pillows behind, Luis nuzzled against me, his leg between
mine, his hand absently playing on my chest, my fingers playing in his
locks.  We talked, about our families, about flying, about us ... yeah, us.
I wanted Luis to stay with me for this trip, and he wanted to be with me
... he would bring all of his things over tonight.  I smelled his hair,
fresh, soft.  We kissed again, and again, and again.  I slipped out of bed,
and brought my wallet over, turning on the light.  We lay there, looking at
pictures of Juliana and Lucas, Marc, and Rafaela.  I told Luis all about
Lucas, and Marc.  He looked into me, taking it all in, hearing about how
special that was.  I told him about Brandon, about him slipping from my
fingers.  I told him, about me.

"I'm glad Nicolas that I didn't hold back", he finally said, "that I went
for what I wanted".

"Me too", our lips locking again, our tongues exploring each other, our
cocks once again ... standing, wanting, needing.