Date: Mon, 31 Mar 2014 02:19:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Michaels <mmanlookin@yahoo.com>
Subject: Discovering Jayson - Chapter 5

			    DISCOVERING JAYSON
				    BY
				    JM

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			       CHAPTER FIVE

Walking into my bedroom, I went over to the wardrobe and rummaged around in
the drawer where I kept my sports clothes, looking for the particular pair
of board shorts that I knew I had somewhere in there.  They were the
baggiest pair I had, and, along with the restraint provided by a jock,
would provide the coverage needed.  I knew that after seeing Jayson in his
skimpy suit that there would be no way I'd be able to keep from getting a
hardon.  I found the shorts I was looking for, and, grabbing a random jock,
stripped off my clothes.  Pulling up the jock, it took me a minute to get
my junk arranged properly.  My cock was still semi-hard, and I needed to
get it positioned just right for the inevitable hardon to grow comfortably,
as I just knew it would occur, once I was in the pool with Jayson.  That
accomplished, I pulled on my board shorts before turning toward the
full-length mirror on the wall beside the wardrobe.  Satisfied that my plan
would work, I grabbed a towel and went out through the access door in the
hall onto the pool deck.

Jayson was poised on the diving board at the far end, and when he noticed
me, he gave a wave, a huge smile spread across his face.  Once again, my
breath hitched and my cock throbbed at the sight of his perfect body, as he
launched himself into a perfect dive with only the tiniest ripple of water
showing his entrance.  I could make out the form of his body under the
water, as he swam along the bottom using dolphin-like movements before
breaking the surface at about the half-way point, the smile still on his
face.  I believe I said it earlier, but it bears repeating.  Jayson has,
what one would call, a "pleasant" face, and you couldn't really call him
handsome.  Until he smiled, that is.  Then, his features were transformed
as if by magic into an extremely attractive face.  I couldn't help smiling
myself, as I walked down the steps into the water until I was about
waist-deep, before ducking to the bottom and swimming along until I could
see his body just before and above me.  I could also clearly see the
outline of his package within the confines of his tight speedo, and, unless
I missed my guess, his cock wasn't exactly soft, nor was it fully hard -
somewhere at about the half-way point, would be my guess.  My cock rapidly
expanded in the pouch of my jock, as I rose to the surface just in front of
him.  Once my head broke the surface, I shook the hair off my face and was
greeted by an even bigger smile, if that was possible, his cheeks taking on
a ruddy blush.  But for the first time since we met, his eyes never left
mine as they had previously when he was shyly embarrassed.

"Thanks, Eric," he said.  "This is great!  I haven't been able to swim
since the season ended at school."

"I'm glad you enjoy it," I replied.  "Just remember what I told you in the
house: While you and your gramma are here, you're to consider this your
home.  That means you can do anything you want, as long as you let me or
your gramma know where you'll be in case we need you for something.  That
includes the sauna and exercise room, although, if you plan to use the
bench weights, I'd prefer if you schedule that for when I can spot you.
It's too easy to get quickly tired out and find yourself in a bad
situation.  That's the only condition I have."

"That won't be a problem," he said.  "I don't use bench weights, since
those don't develop the right muscles for the sports I like."

"That's good to know," I said.  "But just remember that you don't have to
ask permission every time.  Just let me or you gramma know where you'll be,
unless you're in the pool.  It would be pretty obvious if that's where you
were.  Besides, once you get going on the yard work, you'll want to take
some cooling off breaks, since it gets so hot this time of year, and what
better place to cool down than the pool."

"That will be great!" he agreed.  "Speaking of which, you ready to do some
laps with me?"

"Sounds good," I replied.  And so we did.

We headed back toward the deep end before turning and heading back toward
the steps.  Because the steps went all the way across the shallow end, we
had to adapt our turn-arounds there, but we both managed it smoothly.  By
unspoken agreement, we varied our strokes on each lap, rotating through the
crawl, breast stroke, butterfly, back stroke with the occasional
free-style.  For several laps, Jayson waited to see which stroke I was
going to use and matched me.  After a while, though, we were alternating
who got to choose what, and we spent the next hour traversing the pool,
from one end to the other.  I had maintained my swimming abilities from my
high school and college days, but it was clear to me that I was no match
for Jayson.  He moved with the ease and grace of a natural, and I could
tell that he was holding back, keeping it on a recreational level.  I have
no doubt that he's a formidable competitor on his swim team.  He was
especially beautiful to watch with his long hair billowing out behind him,
as he cut through the water with ease.  It must be a bitch getting it all
up and confined in a swimmer's cap.  Finally, I decided I'd had enough as I
glided toward the stairs and turned, sitting on the second step, which
brought the water level up to the middle of my chest.  Jayson soon joined
me, sitting almost close enough that our thighs were touching.
Surprisingly, neither of us appeared to be too winded, as I leaned back on
my elbows.

"Had enough, old man?" he quipped.

"I'll "old man" you!" I exclaimed, as I put him in a headlock and splashed
his face repeatedly.  He was laughing and sputtering, but oddly enough, did
nothing to break my hold, which admittedly, was pretty loose.  As a matter
of fact, he actually used the time to move closer to me, so that our bodies
WERE touching from shoulder to thigh.  I relented on the splashing and
moved my arm so that it was around his shoulder, as he practically melted
into me, his arm snaking around my waist.  We just sat quietly like this,
neither of us feeling the least bit uncomfortable, for quite a while, as
the last rays of the sunset faded into night, setting off the sensors for
the pool lights to come on.  Oddly enough, I felt none of those sexual
stirrings I had earlier, despite the fact that I had an attractive,
desirable and nearly naked young man beside me.  It was a bonding moment
that I think we both wanted and needed.  It took me a moment to realize
that Jayson was gently stroking my shoulder with the hand that wasn't
around my waist, and I was surprised to find that my own hand that was
around him was softly caressing his arm from his shoulder to his elbow,
seemingly of it's own accord.  I have no idea who started it first or how
long it had been going on.  All I knew is that it just felt so right.

I'd had a fair number of partners over the years, but mostly all of them
were one-nighters, with the exception of my college roommate my junior
year.  Once I realized that I wanted to find that one special guy, it
struck me that I'd never find him by taking to bed the first one that
attracted me sexually.  A meaningful and long-term relationship predicated
on sex just didn't pan out 99.99% of the time, although there were those
extremely rare cases (.01%) where it did.  I know that if I want to find my
Mr. Right, that there would have to be a strong foundation of friendship
and trust before anything else for any chance of something that was
meaningful and would last to happen.  There's nothing wrong with being
physically attracted to someone (like Jayson), but without that deep
friendship first, it would have no more meaning than my one-night stands.
Physical beauty and desirability fades, but emotional and spiritual beauty
is forever, and that's what I've been hoping to find, although if they were
attractive as well, that would be an added bonus.  And maybe - just maybe -
I'm holding the one right now.  The basis for a true friendship was
definitely there.  Only time will tell.

From what I've seen so far is that I'm going to be the one to put on the
brakes, as we discover each other.  This may be a long journey, or it may
be short, but it's important that we don't just jump into things without
following all the steps toward full commitment.  This is especially true
for Jayson right now.  I honestly think that he doesn't really fully
understand what's going on inside him.  He has a sensitivity and
vulnerability that makes it paramount that he fully understands his
feelings.  For now, it seems he just wants the closeness we're currently
sharing here by the pool.  And that's fine by me.  I've always been a
tactile individual, not afraid to give hugs when appropriate, and there's
no denying that I'm a "people person" and can get along with just about
anyone.  And if they're as sweet and gentle-natured as Jayson, all the
better.  I'm going to let him set the pace, but I'm willing to be the voice
of reason if necessary.  I have no doubt whatsoever that whatever Jayson's
emotional roller coaster is putting him through right now, a lot of it is
totally new to him and maybe even a little frightening.  There already
seems to be a rapidly budding friendship and sense of trust between us, so
hopefully he'll feel comfortable talking to me about what's going on in his
head - at least to a certain extent.  I'm sure that if what Mae told me -
that he loves me - is true, he's not about to make an open declaration just
yet.  Frankly, I hope that what she said IS true, since I'm rapidly
developing those feelings for him.  As I look down on him now, my heart
races, and I have to suppress a gasp as I take in the sight of his lean,
strong young body, his arms around me and the sheen of his still-wet hair
as it cascades over his shoulders, front and back.  Yeah.  In my heart, he
IS the one I've been hoping to find.  I just hope that when all is said and
done, that he feels the same way about me, but I'm not going to do anything
to urge him along, other than to return whatever affection he shows me with
the same level of feeling.

And there's the distinct possibility that the love Mae says he has for me
is the love of a good friend.  And if that's all it turns out to be, so be
it.  I can live with that, as long as he remains a part of my life.  I need
to discover Jayson, just as he has to discover himself AND me.  In the
meantime, we'll at least be living together for the foreseeable future, and
that will, hopefully, give us at least good start.  Then, a thought struck
me. Shit!! I'm going to be gone for almost 3 weeks, and he'll be starting
school not too long after I get back.  I heaved a big sigh.

"What's with the big sigh," he asked, raising his head to look at me.

"I just remembered my book tour," I said, with another sigh.  "I'll be
leaving a week from Friday and will be gone almost 3 weeks."

"Three weeks?!?"  His head shot up, as he looked at me with near-panic in
his beautiful, dark eyes.  "Why so long?"

"Well, normally, when an author has a new book, there's usually a couple of
signings a week, and the whole signing thing gets dragged out for months,"
I said, giving him a gentle squeeze.  "Going to just a few a week over a
long period of time interrupts my work at the Center too much.  This way, I
get it all out of the way at once, which makes it easier, if that makes
sense to you."

"It sounds like a crazy schedule," he said, putting his head back on my
shoulder.  "Do you get any time to sleep or eat?"

"There will probably be a few times when they'll have to bring me a
sandwich or something during a session," I replied, "but usually there's
time for a good meal - which they pay for, by the way - and I usually get a
good night's sleep.  Besides, they're flying me first class for most of
this, and those seats are comfortable enough to catch a nap, if I need
one."

"I just don't know how you do it," he said, softly.

"Hey!  If we're done here, I printed out a copy of the itinerary," I said.
"Want to take a look?  I'm going to be leaving a copy with you here at the
house and another at the Center, in case anyone needs to reach me."

"Yeah, I've had enough swimming for now.  It will be interesting to see
what a popular author has to go through," he added, cheekily.

"OK," I said.  "Let's dry off and go take a look."  We both stood, got our
towels, and after drying off what we could, wrapped them around our waists
to catch any stray drips from our suits.  Going through the door to the
hallway, we entered my office, and, after turning on the lights, I went to
my desk, grabbed the printout and handed it to Jayson.

As he concentrated on the pages of my itinerary, I leaned against my desk
and watched him.  I couldn't control my eyes as they scanned his taut body,
from his attractive face, down over his defined chest which sported
quarter-sized aureoles capped by stiff, prominent nipples, and flat
stomach, where there was a definition of a developing 6-pack.  There was a
noticeable bulge in the front of the towel, hinting at the treasures lying
beneath.  His strong, lithe thighs emerged below the towel and flowed into
equally strong calf muscles which ended in a pair of well-formed feet.  The
only hair in evidence was, obviously, his long head of lustrous dark-brown
hair, and a dusting of hairs on his forearms and calves.  I was practically
drooling from the sight, and my heart was beating faster as it began to
pump blood into my rapidly expanding cock.  When I realized my semi-aroused
state, I gave myself a mental slap.  What the hell am I doing?!?  Jayson
was in a very rough place emotionally, and he doesn't need some older guy
perving on him!  But as I watched him turning the pages, his brow wrinkling
in a frown as he looked over the itinerary, I slowly got myself back under
control.

As I calmed down, mentally chastising myself for my wanton thoughts, I
became aware of something else that was floating around in my jumbled and
lecherous mind.  I felt a sense of longing for Jayson that had absolutely
no sexual overtones.  Even though we had only known each other for such a
short time, I was feeling a connection to him that I'd never felt before
when around other attractive males.  There just seemed to be something that
"clicked" between us from the moment we met, and I was just now beginning
to realize that our ease around one another was different from my dealings
with the members of the Center.  With them, it was more a professional type
of compassion, although I genuinely do care about them.  When I met Jayson,
there was something uniquely different in the way we seemed to bond so
quickly, and I was just now beginning to see that.

For the past year or so, when I made my trips to the city to immerse myself
in the gay night life, I had always had my hopes of finding that one
special guy that would be the one to share a life with.  I was ready to
settle down to a committed and monogamous relationship, but it seemed that
all of the guys that I met were only out for a no-strings-attached good
time.  There was a shallowness that I was finally beginning to realize ran
fairly deep among those that I encountered, and it was most likely for that
reason that it had been so long since I'd gone back to the clubs.  I was
tired of playing the games and wanted something real and lasting.  And in
my heart of hearts, I wanted it to be Jayson.  But given the circumstances
under which we met, there was no way I was going to actively court him.

For one thing, I don't even know if he's gay.  Mae's comment about him
loving me could be as simple as him finding an older friend who is helping
him and his grandma, and he feels that he now has an older male in his life
that he can trust.  He's at the cusp of his adolescent development where
emotions can surge and be overwhelming, and maybe he sees me as an anchor -
someone he can turn to when things get to be too much for him.  That's fine
by me.  I'll do anything I can to help when he needs it.  He's never had a
reliable male role model.  This was something that was lacking in his life
before, although Mae did an admirable job raising him the best she knew
how.  And if he is indeed gay, I have a feeling he doesn't fully realize
it.  Granted, growing up where he did, I have no doubt he's seen and heard
it all, but when it comes to your own sense of self, sometimes the signs
that are most obvious to others elude you.  Whatever the case, I'm going to
take a hands off approach.  I'll just wait and let nature takes it's
course, whatever that might be.  In the meantime, I'll continue as I have,
being there for both him and Mae, doing whatever I can to get their lives
back on track.  I was brought back to the moment by a rustling of papers.
Jayson had finished his perusal.

"Eric," he said, shaking his head, "this is insane!  How can you possibly
cover all these places in that amount of time?"

"Yeah, it's pretty intense," I replied.  "But it's my own travel design,
and I've done it several times before.  I admit that I'm pretty wiped out
afterward, but it gets it all out of the way in one trip.  With my work at
the Center, I can't afford to be away too much, and spreading the tours out
would be too disruptive.  This way, I get it all over with and take a few
days R-&-R at my folks.  That's why I end the tour here instead of starting
it here."  I was leaning against my desk, and he came over and took a
position beside me, still shaking his head.

"And what about the TV interviews?" he asked.  "I see a list of those on
the last page.  How do you manage to fit those in too?"

"You'll notice that those only happen in the bigger cities," I said,
pointing to several examples.  "I'll admit that getting to a studio at 6AM
isn't my idea of a good time, but because all the major networks have major
affiliates in those places, and they all tend to be centered in the same
area, I can do two or three in the morning, since each only takes about 15
minutes to do, so I'm normally done around 9AM.  On the days of the
interviews, I don't have any book signings until 2PM at the earliest, so
there's time for rest and lunch.  And as for traveling between cities, they
always fly me first class whenever it's available, and that's comfortable
enough for me to get some sleep, if I need it.  The least amount of sleep I
get each night is 6 hours, and since that's pretty normal for me anyway, it
works out fine."  I noticed that the papers were shaking in his hand.

"But you're still going to be gone 3 weeks," he said, quietly.
"I'm...umm...WE...No, damn it!  I'M going to miss you!  Gramma will too, I
know, but I'm REALLY going to miss you."  With that, he dropped the papers
and threw his arms around me, sobbing softly.

"Shh," I whispered, putting my arms around him.  It felt so
comfortable...so right!  "It's going to be OK.  I've got a week before I
have to leave, and who knows.  You may be sick of me by then."  Holding
this hot young man in my arms was beginning to erode my resolve to hold
back.

"Not gonna happen!" he stated firmly.  We stood like that for what seemed
and eternity and yet not long enough, before Jayson broke his hold and took
a small step back, looking down toward his feet and fiddling with the edge
of the towel wrapped around him.

"Eric," he began, softly, "I don't know what's wrong with me.  We only just
met today, but there's something happening inside me.  I scares me, but at
the same time, I think I like it.  It doesn't make any sense.  I've never
felt this way before.  I have no idea why the thought of you going away
bothers me so much, but it does.  I can't help it.  When I think about not
being able to see you or talk to you all the time, I get a tight feeling in
my stomach.  This is crazy!!  I barely know you, and I get this need that
you are always where I can find you when I need you.  The thing that scares
me the most is that I think I need you all the time.  I don't know what's
going on with me.  I must be nuts!"

"You're not nuts, Jayse," I said, lifting his chin so he was looking at me.
There were tears in his eyes, and I felt my resolve slip that much more.
"I have pretty much the same feelings as you do, but I still have to take
that trip.  We'll still have a week before I leave, so maybe that will help
make it a little easier.  Everything in your life has been turned
upside-down, so it's no wonder you're feeling more than a little
overwhelmed.  Hopefully, that emotional roller coaster you're on will calm
down in the next few days, and life will become more normal, or as normal
as it can be under the circumstances.  Just take it one day at a time, and
don't try to over-think everything."

"I'll try," he sighed," but it won't be easy."

"None of the good things in life ever come easily," I replied, wiping the
tears from his cheeks with my thumbs.  "And if you think it might help, you
could talk to Jackie.  Besides being a nurse, she also has a degree in
counseling and is very good at it.  It sometimes helps getting an impartial
ear to listen, and she's going to be moving in here when I go, so you'll
have plenty of opportunity.  And I know she'd be very happy to talk to you.
And don't forget your grandma.  She's one smart lady."

"I'll think about it," he replied, leaning into my hand on his cheek, which
had been subconsciously rubbing it.  "I think I need a little more time to
get things straight in my own head first, though.  But I think it would be
good to talk to both of them.  That still doesn't change the fact that I'm
gonna miss you."

"I'm going to miss you, too, Jayse," I said, quietly.  "Before, I've always
just looked at these as business trips.  Now, for the first time, I have
someone at home that I'll be missing.  I'll try to call whenever I can,
depending on the time zone and difference.  And maybe we can even Skype.
I'll get you set up here before I leave."

"That will certainly be better than nothing," he said, with a tinge of
excitement.  "At least I'll be able to see you, even if I can't get one of
your great hugs.  Everything just seems all right when you hug me."

"Well, don't forget that grandmas give good hugs, too," I replied, pulling
him into one.  His arms were immediately wrapped around me, his head on my
shoulder.  There was no question about it this time.  He kissed my neck.  A
shiver of intense comfort, longing and, oddly enough, peace ran through my
body.  I lifted his head from my shoulder and stared into the endless
depths of his dark, soulful eyes.  I could detect a blush on his cheeks,
but he held my gaze, and there was such a look of love and longing that it
took my breath away!  Slowly, I lowered my head until our lips met.  There
were no open mouths, no tongues, just a soft, gentle meeting of our lips
that conveyed the depths of our feelings.  Our arms tightened around one
another as we pulled our bodies closer.  I could feel his throbbing
erection through the layers of our suits and towels as it pressed against
my own equally hard member, yet our lips kept a gentle caress.  Jayson
began moaning and then gasped into my mouth just as my own hard, throbbing
cock exploded in the most mind-blowing orgasm I've ever had, catching me
completely unawares.  From the sounds Jayson was making, he was in the
throes of his own orgasm.  This was all just from the physical contact - no
grinding or moving hips were involved.  Neither of us had done more than
just press our bodies together, and yet, that had been enough to send us
both into orbit.  This had never happened to me before, and from the sounds
of Jayson's reaction, it was a first for him, also.  It was like a waking
wet dream for both of us, and we were both panting heavily as I reluctantly
pulled my lips from Jayson and rested my forehead against his.

"Wow!" he exclaimed, breathlessly.  "What happened?"

"I think we both just discovered we're on the same page here," I gasped, as
the rich smell of fresh cum began to permeate the area.  "That's never
happened to me before."

"Me neither," he giggled.  "Kinda messy."

"I think now we both know where this is headed," I said, running my fingers
through his long, lustrous hair, "but we really need to slow things down.
I'm falling in love with you in a really big way, but this is too quick -
for either of us.  You're dealing with a lot of shit in your life right
now, and your emotions are working overtime.  If you're willing to see
where this goes, we need to step back and make sure we go about it in the
right way.  We need to really get to know one another and build things from
the ground up, because even if we found that we weren't cut out to be
lovers, I still want you in my life as a friend."

"Why do you always have to make sense," he said, in a mock-whining tone.
"Things ARE pretty crazy right now, but because of you and the others, it's
already beginning to settle down.  I can actually see Gramma and me having
a good life here, and for me, it's even better because of you.  I think I'm
falling in love with you, too, but I've never had any strong feelings for
anyone before now, girl OR boy.  Even when I....you know...umm jerked off,
I never had a fantasy to get me going.  It was all about the pleasure and
release. I thought that maybe I was asexual, 'cuz I never met anyone I felt
romantically attached to until I met you.  I started falling for you the
minute we met.  That was one of the reasons I seemed so nervous.  It kinda
caught me off guard."

"And this is why it's so important for us to take our time," I said.  "This
is all so new to you, and you need to sort out ALL your feelings,
especially about this change with the move and everything that's happened.
I really think you need to do this first before trying to sort out how you
feel about me.  Get your personal life straightened out, then it will be
easier to deal with everything else.  That's why I think you need to talk
to your grandma and Jackie.  Jackie knows I'm gay and probably knows me
better than anyone, other than my parents.  She'll help you wade through
everything and will give you a definite "no bullshit" approach.  She's
already taken you and your grandma under her wing, and when she gets in her
"protector mode", God help anyone who gets in the way, including me, and
I'm technically her boss."

"The one thing that I do know for certain is that I trust you," he said.
"And I can see the benefit of talking with someone like Jackie.  But I
still hate the thought of you being away so long."

"I'm not too crazy about it either," I said, giving him a squeeze.  "But
it's all part of trying to be a successful writer.  If everything works out
as we hope it will, maybe you can come along the next time."

"I'd like that," he said, squeezing me back.  "I wish I could come with you
THIS time."

"I have an idea," I said, as a thought just occurred to me.  "I usually
spend a few days with my folks at the end of the tour, to kind of
decompress and spend some time with them.  Why don't I see if they'd be
willing to bring me back here when I land, and that way, I can still have
my time with them and they'll get to meet you and your grandma.  That way,
I'll only be gone 16 days instead of 21."

"I like that you'd get back sooner, and I guess I'll have to meet the
'rents sometime," he giggled.

"I'll call them first thing in the morning," I replied.  "I think they're
both going to be available.  I know my mom is on summer sabbatical, and the
last I knew, my dad was going to be home for most of the summer, plus they
haven't visited here for a while.  I think it's time they did.  I always
enjoyed relaxing from a tour at their place, but that's because, up until
now, I didn't have anyone to come home to.  Now, I do."  That got me an
extra-large hug.

"I can't tell you how good that makes me feel to hear you say that," he
said.  "I really do love you, Eric"

"I love you too, Jayson," I returned, as I leaned to kiss him Again, it was
close-mouthed but loving and yet passionate, as we melded out bodies
together.  Jayson was the first to break it off.

"Yuck!" he exclaimed.  "What felt so great a few minutes ago now feels all
cold and clammy," referring, of course, to the massive loads of cooling cum
in our suits.

"Ah, yes," I extolled, laughing.  "The price of passion!  It's getting
late, anyway.  You've had a pretty traumatic day, and it's been a long one
for me, too.  I think a good hot shower and bed is in the cards."

"Actually, I AM feeling tired," he said, stifling a yawn,which, of course,
got me started.  "And I have to check on Gramma and make sure she's all set
for the night."

"Sounds good," I said, as I put my arm around his shoulder.

Turning off the lights, I walked with him to Mae's room, in case my help
was needed.  When we quietly opened the door, her lights were off, and she
was sleeping.  Closing the door again, I walked with Jayson to his room,
stopping just outside the door. With another kiss, avoiding squishing our
soggy groins together, we said our good nights, and I went back to my room,
heading straight for the shower.  I kept my suit on, as I stepped into the
steaming water, only removing it once I was under the spray.  I was
astounded at the amount of cum that was enclosed in the pouch.  It looked
like I'd shot a quart!  Rinsing the passion juice from the suit, I hung it
over the shower rod and proceeded to scrub the remnants from my groin.  If
you've ever had a crotch-full of cum, you know how difficult it is to get
it out of your pubes.  The scrubbing had the predictable effect of causing
my rod to stiffen, and as I slowly stroked it, ostensibly to remove the
cummy residue, my thoughts automatically turned to Jayson and our interlude
in my office.  My cleansing routine quickly transformed into a full-out
jack-off session, and it was less than a minute before I was hit by my
second orgasm in less than half an hour.  The first two shots hit the wall
five feet in front of me, and the succeeding 6 diminishing shots painted a
line that ended just beyond my feet.  While I usually shoot a healthy load,
with both of the recent ones I just had produced more than I ever had
before, and it looked like this second orgasm was heavier than the first.
And while not as intense as the orgasm I'd had with Jayson, it was still
one of the best ever.  Once I recovered, I finished washing up, dried off
and climbed into bed.  I think I was asleep before my head his the pillow.