Date: Thu, 29 Nov 2007 18:59:57 -0600
From: Extreme Writer <extremewriter9@gmail.com>
Subject: Lifeline: Chapter 7

Lifeline: Chapter 7.

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This story contains writings in which things of a sexually explicit nature
performed between males are portrayed. If this material offends you, then
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anyone. Not your friend John, your cousin Harry, or that guy across the
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Lifeline: Chapter 7.

From Mark's perspective.

Brett and I sat there for a few minutes.  In an attempt to make him feel
more at ease, I put my right arm around his shoulders and gently kissed
him, trying to let him know through the kiss that I loved him and wanted to
hear whatever it was he had to tell me.

When I pulled away, He just sat there.  I could tell he was close to tears.

"Please, Love," I said gently.  "Tell me what's up with you."

"This is only the second time this has happened," he started.  "It's very
painful.  It may not seem like a big thing to you, but I killed some one
today.  I feel so fucking awful!"

With that, he broke down completely.  I held him and gently put his head on
my shoulder.  It seemed slightly ironic to me because I had been on the
reverse so many times lately.

After regaining his composure somewhat, he continued.

"I had no choice.  The guy was waving a gun, firing in the air.  Well, he
was at first.  When I asked him to put the gun down, he immediately pointed
it at me and I saw, as if in slow motion, his finger tightening on the
trigger.  I reacted on impulse and shot him in the chest.  He went down
immediately and I knew there was no saving him.  I panicked.  I had to tell
officer Gyles, my boss, what happened.  He tried to reassure me that I did
the right thing, but I'm still not convinced.  I keep thinking I could have
handled it differently."

"And just how do you think you could have handled it differently?" I asked.
"Look, I've killed before too," I went on.  "Not with a gun, but with a
switchblade knife.  I had to get a box cutter after that because I had to
ditch the knife because it had the guy's blood all over the blade.  I ended
up burying it in a ditch somewhere.  He kept following me around and
threatening me.  Finally, we happened to meet in a deserted alley.  He also
had a switchblade.  We fought it out.  He cut my face in a couple places
and that was it for him.  He set me off, and I slit his throat without
thinking.  Just like you, I was scared that he would kill me if he got a
chance to get the blade anywhere near my vital parts, such as my throat or
my jugular, so I reacted on impulse, just as you did.  I too went through
the same things you are going through now.  I finally realized that if I
hadn't killed him, he never would have left me alone and I'd constantly
have to be watching over my shoulder.  Plus, he would have killed me had I
not killed him.  In your line of work, you can't be cautious.  You have to
defend yourself.  Why did you come in contact with the guy in the first
place?"

"I got a call because his girlfriend called 911 in hysterics because,
according to her, the man was waving a gun and threatening to kill her if
she didn't give him the sex he wanted from her.  For some fucked up reason,
I was sent by myself.  I had called for backup, but they were awful slow in
getting to the house.  By the time the backup finally arrived, I had
already done the irreparable damage.  I had to be driven back to police
headquarters because I couldn't stop crying and shaking.  All the way
there, the backup officer and his partner kept telling me that I had done
nothing wrong.  In my head I know I acted the only way I could, given the
circumstances, but my heart isn't that strongly connected to my head.  I
feel terrible!"

I didn't know what to say.  I had said all I knew what to say earlier.  I
did the only thing I could think of to do, which was to hold my dear Brett
until he calmed down.

"I don't know what to say," I said.  "I wish I could think of the magic
words to make it all go away, but I can't.  It's something you'll have to
get over on your own.  I'll be your rock through this, but that's the best
I can do."

As I finished, I too broke down.  I hated the fact that I couldn't help him
more.  I felt so guilty because I knew I had let him down.

We just sat on the couch and cried into each others shoulders for I don't
know how long.

Eventually, Timber and Ross forced us to move.  They kept trying to climb
in our laps.  They really were too big to do this, but they were only dogs
and never figured this out no matter how many times we tried to explain it
to them.

I got up and finally got them to leave Brett alone so I could let them out
into the fenced in back yard because they had just ate and drank quite a
lot.

After I let the dogs out, I walked back to Brett and put one hand on each
side of his rib cage and pulled as hard as I could.  I wasn't strong enough
to get him up, which I knew.  It did get my message across to him, however.
He stood up, turned around, put his arms around me, and kissed me gently.

"Thanks," He said, his voice still sounding tearful.  "It'll take me some
time to get over this.  I guess now we can help each other."

"Yeah," I said.  "Works for me.  We ought to do something about dinner.  I
suggest pizza.  I would guess you're really not up to making anything, even
a sandwich."

Agreeing with me, he used his cell phone to order me a medium Meet Lovers
pizza and himself a medium pepperoni pizza.  We wouldn't eat them all in
one sitting, but left overs are never a bad thing.

After we ate what we could of the pizzas, I went to my room to retrieve my
laptop from my backpack.  I had a biology assignment to finish and as much
as I hated homework, I figured it would give me an excuse to quit worrying
about Brett.

After finishing my assignment, I listened to music for a while until Nathan
called my cell phone.

"Hey Nate," I said as I answered the phone.  "What's up?"

Mobile Speak had told me at my command who was calling, which let me avoid
having to go through all the preliminary 'hello"' crap.

"Not much," Nathan said.  "I'm so pissed! Mom forgot to pay the Internet
bill again!"

"So," I said.  "Just remind her."

"It's not that easy man.  She's not been in a good mood lately.  Reminding
her to pay for the Internet wouldn't help any because I'm the only one that
uses it so it's not that important to her."

"Well then, don't bitch to me about it.  If you want your net, you know how
to get it back.  Be brave, Nathaniel."

He hated it when I used his full first name, but I didn't care at this
point.  I wanted to get under his skin a little to pay him back for getting
under mine.

"Fuck you!" He said angrily.

"No, I don't think I'd enjoy that."

"I don't wanna ask her, so I have an idea.  You're like my best friend, so
can you do me a favor?"

"Nathan, I have no money, and you know that.  So, no, I'm not paying the
bill for you."

"No, that's not what I'm asking.  Could you ask Brett to pay for it, just
this once?"

"Hell no! Brett has enough to pay for without having to pay for something
you don't really need."

"Fuck you! You're supposed to be my god damn friend!"

With these words, Nathan hung up on me.

"God, some friend!" I said out loud to myself.

I didn't have time to get even more worked up about the fight with Nathan,
though, because at that moment Brett walked into my room.  I had my own
room which I used to house all my stuff and to have some privacy if I
wanted to talk on the phone, chat online, write, listen to music, or
whatever.  I always slept with Brett though.

Brett walked over to me where I was standing beside my desk and put his
arms gently around me.

"What's wrong, Sweetheart?" He gently asked.  "You look like some one
really pissed you off."

"Yeah," I said, trying to keep the anger and hurt out of my voice and off
of my face, but wasn't all that successful at either attempt.  "Nathan
called to bitch because his mom forgot to pay the Internet bill this month.
He said he didn't want to ask her to pay it because she hasn't been in a
good mood lately.  He asked me to ask you to pay it for him.  I told him
that you had enough to pay for without having to pay for something that he
doesn't really need in the first place.  He told me that I was supposed to
be his god damn friend, and hung up in my face."

"Why is having the Internet such a big deal to him?" He asked, sounding a
little confused.

"Because he has no life.  Well, I take that back.  His mom works two jobs
and is hardly ever at home, and if she is, she's sleeping.  She's so
wrapped up in herself and her own personal problems that she doesn't even
seem to really care about Nathan or his little sister.  The Internet is
really all he has to keep him occupied.  This isn't the first time this has
happened and the last couple times he's asked her she apologized and paid
it.  I don't really know why, because he's the only one that uses it, and
it's not all that cheap.  They have Insite, same as us, but the plan isn't
as good.  He's one of my best friends, but sometimes I just want to
strangle him.  He's so insensitive sometimes and it makes me sick."

"You know I could pay for it, don't you?"

"Yeah, I do, but that's not the point.  The point is he needs to learn to
ask his mother if he wants something.  She's his mother and therefore the
one whom he should turn to in matters such as this.  It's the principle of
the thing.  Whether or not you can pay it is a non issue."

Brett suggested I confront Nathan at school tomorrow, telling me that
sometimes things like this work better in person than over the phone.  I
told him I didn't see what good it would do, but I did agree to try.  I
didn't want to lose a friend over something as dumb as a forgotten Internet
bill.

Exhausted, Brett and I went to bed.  I felt totally emotionally drained and
I'm sure Brett felt the same.

We had been lying there with our arms around each other and our foreheads
gently touching for about an hour and I still felt no sign of sleep.  I
moved my head to Brett's chest in an attempt to find a comfortable enough
position to force my body to relax and let me fall asleep.

"Can you not sleep either?" Brett asked quietly.

"No," I said unhappily.

"Don't feel bad, I can't either. What should we do to try to get to sleep?"

"I have an idea," I said.

"Please tell me, because I am fresh out of ideas at this point," he said.

"You could make love to me.  That's one thing we haven't done at all and
I've wanted to for a long time but what with being in so much pain and
all..." I trailed off.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

"Yeah, I haven't been anymore sure of something in a very long time."

"I've wanted to make love to you for a long time as well, but I wanted you
to go at your own pace.  I would have felt bad if I had unknowingly pushed
you too fast," he said.

"I really do want this," I said.  "I love you and I know you love me.  I
would like for you to show me and I would also like to show you."

I guess he liked what I said because he put his arms around me, turned me
to face him, and kissed me deeply.  After that, he just held me for a while
before gently laying me on my back.

"We should wait, though," he said, totally catching me off guard.

"What?" I asked, confused.

"We should wait," he said again.  "It's late, and because of that, there
isn't enough time to take it as slowly as either of us would like.  It's
Wednesday.  On Friday, we'll have all the time in the world.  Hell, we can
even go into Saturday, which I think is a real possibility."

"I'm highly disappointed, but I understand," I said.

"Good," he said as he wrapped his muscular arms around me.

The next morning came all too early for both of us.  I laid there listening
to Brett's breathing for a while before I realized that if I didn't move,
I'd go back to sleep.  I thought about just doing that anyway.  It would be
so easy! Somehow, my guilty conscience pulled me quite unceremoniously out
of bed and toward the shower.  Before I could get into the shower, however,
there was a certain man that needed my attention; otherwise he wouldn't be
moving any time soon.

I had the perfect plan for waking him up! Feeling proud of myself, I gently
lifted the covers from around Brett until his cock was exposed.  I gently
took the head in my mouth and pulled the foreskin back so I could taste the
best of him.  He started to leak immediately.  I had been working on him
for a little over three minutes when he gave a growl of pleasure and
flooded my mouth.  I held what he gave and shared it with him.

"Careful," he said gently.  "I could get very use to waking up that way."

"Wouldn't bother me a bit," I said.  "I never get tired of your taste or
sharing with you.  You're kisses are excellent, something to be treasured."

"You really know how to make me blush," he said.  I could hear him smile.
"You have a shower to take," he continued.

"You could join me, seeing as you have a shower to take as well," I said,
pretending to sound annoyed.

He liked that idea, but reminded me that we had a schedule to keep, so we
could shower together as long as showering was all we did.

When I got to school, my first order of business was to find Nathan.  I was
still mad about the way he had treated me the night before, but I guess I
was more hurt than mad, which is why I wanted to find him and work this out
with him.

As it turned out, I wasn't able to find Nathan until lunch.  I talked to
him about last night and he apologized.  He told me he had asked her that
morning and she went ahead and paid it.  Apparently, she went into this
whole thing about how she was sorry she couldn't spend time with him and
his sister, and how she would try harder.  This wasn't anything new either.
Nathan's mom had been living with two jobs and hardly any time to spend
with her children ever since I had known Nathan.  She, like many parents,
probably meant well, but didn't see any way to get out of her situation.
Nathan did agree to continue to be friends and I told him that I'd talk to
Brett about letting him come over.  I couldn't let him come over the
weekend that was coming up because Brett and I had unfinished business to
take care of.

Brett obviously felt better than he had yesterday, because he was making
spaghetti when I got home.

"You're not supposed to be here," I said in surprise.

"I'm not?" He asked, sounding just as surprised.  "Then, where should I
be?"

I ignored his bad attempt at humor and walked over to him, wrapped my arms
around him, and gave him a kiss he wouldn't soon forget.

"If you want dinner to burn, you can keep doing that," he said in a low,
lust-filled voice.

"I'll pass on the burning dinner," I said.  "But we can finish this later."

I was about to pull away when he gently took my hand and placed it in the
middle of his body, making sure to squeeze.  I could clearly feel the
outline of his most prized possession through his pants.  I kissed him
again, even putting my hand gently on the back of his neck to keep him
there.

When we finally came up for air, we were both breathing so hard that it
took several minutes of just standing there in each other's arms to regain
our senses.  Brett reluctantly and gently pushed me away and walked back to
the stove.

"Go get the dogs and feed them," he said.  `I got the spaghetti inspiration
right as I got home and totally neglected the dogs."

"God," I said.  "What would you do without me?"

Brett walked across the kitchen to where I was standing next to the back
door and put his arms around me and kissed me as if he were starving.

"I'd go insane," he said gently and with what sounded like a tear in his
voice.

Feeling loved, I opened the door and was promptly knocked over by Timber
and Ross flying into the kitchen.  Before I could even get up off the
floor, I was attacked again as the dogs decided that Brett was just too
busy for them to bother messing with.  Brett was laughing so hard by this
time that he spilled the dog food he was trying to pour into their bowls on
the floor.  They didn't care.  As soon as the food hit the laundry room
floor, they were off, eating it up.  Still laughing, Brett walked to me and
pulled me up from the floor.  I was just a little too tall for him to
actually carry, so the best he could achieve was pulling me up enough so
that I could get my feet under me.

As soon as I was standing, I turned to Brett and playfully punched him in
the back.

"That was not funny!" I said passionately.

"Yes, it was!!" He said.  His voice sounded strained, but that was because
he was trying to stop laughing and he was still tensing his body to pretend
that I had actually hurt him when I punched him in the back.

Eventually he just gave up, held me close to his chest, and laughed.

"Okay, love," I finally said.  "It was not that funny."

"No, it wasn't," he said through his laughter.  "But it struck a nerve, I
guess because I was so upset yesterday.  Besides, you looked so helpless
and overwhelmed sitting there being ran over."

The dogs must have known we were talking about them, because they
reappeared from the laundry room and tried to separate us.  I finally had
enough and grabbed both their collars and ran outside to lie on the
trampoline until the spaghetti was done.

You know when you wake up and it's raining that the day will be a bad one.
That's the way Friday was.  I got woken up by a gentle, soul-searching kiss
from Brett and the next thing I heard besides Brett's intense breathing as
he still kissed me was the rain hitting the house.

With much effort, I pushed Brett off of me.

"Hay," he said in mock hurt.  "Did you not like the wake up effort?"

"I did," I said.  "But you almost defeated your purpose by suffocating me."

"But see," he said.  "If I suffocated you, we'd still be joined at the lips
so it would be just as easy for me to bring you back."

"Yeah, if you say so," I said stretching toward the ceiling.

Brett decided at that moment to take his knuckles and run them down my
chest and sides hard and fast.  For some reason that I have yet to figure
out, that tickled.

I grabbed his fists and held on.  I could feel him trying to pull away, but
he wasn't really trying.

"You're not really trying," I said.

"You don't want me to, trust me," he said.

I didn't doubt that at all, so I decided to ask my burning question.

"Can we take the day off today?" I asked, trying to keep the note of plea
out of my voice.

Brett sighed and laid next to me with his chin digging into my chest.  I
didn't care.  I loved him and didn't care what he did as long as some part
of him was touching me.  He laid there for a few minutes, not saying a
word.  Then, out of nowhere, he said simply, "no."

"Are you serious?" I asked.

"Yes, I am quite serious.  You have school and I have work.  I have always
wished that I could take the day off when the weather decides to be fowl,
but duty calls."

"Fine," I sighed and left and ran to the shower.  The house was freezing!

Brett joined me shortly.  I liked it when we showered together because even
though we couldn't play, I could still stand there and let him wash me.  I
loved the feeling of his hands moving over me.  If we took a shower
together during the week, he would make me wash my crotch and ass because
he said that if he did it we would never get out of the shower on time.  I
hated it, but I did see his point.  I was nice enough to wash him in
return, and I even washed the places on him that he refused to wash on me,
because I'm nice like that.  Besides, he had more self-control than I did.

After the shower, Brett attempted to do his most difficult task of the day,
which was to get me to eat something before I left.  I hated eating when I
first woke up! Most of the time Brett failed, but it wasn't for lack of
trying.  I usually would give him a quick kiss and leave so as not to have
to hear his lecture.  Sometimes, just to please him, I would eat something.
I could tell how happy he was when I did eat something, and it did my heart
good.  Of course, there were the rare occasions when I actually was hungry.

On this particular morning, I was a little pissed, so I didn't eat.  Plus,
I wasn't even hungry.  I gave Brett a long, gentle kiss to get him to shut
up, and reminded him that this afternoon would be special.  Agreeing with
me, he gave me a hug and sent me on my way.

That day was the longest day I'd had in a very long time.  I was so glad
when it was finally over! The day wasn't too long, though, because we only
had half of the regular school day on Fridays because those students who
stayed in the dorm went home every weekend and needed more time so they
could get home at a half-way decent hour.

When I got home, I expected to be there by myself because it was still
early in the day, about 2:00, but I was pleasantly surprised to find Brett
was there.

"Well," I said.  "What brings you here so early?"

"I didn't feel like patrolling in the rain, so I decided to sell weapons
instead."

"Hmmm," I said.  "So you wanted to sell weapons rather than carry them
today.  Sounds like a plan to me."

"It does definitely make for an easier day," he said.

"Well, I'll leave you alone so you can finish.  I'll go find something to
occupy myself for the next couple hours."

"I have something to occupy you for a couple minutes at least," he said.

Interested, I walked to his chair which he spun around to face me.  He
gently put his arms around me, leaned forward in the chair, and kissed me
for about three minutes, although it felt to me like three years! I was sad
when it was over.

"Can you do that again?" I asked hopefully.

"Don't worry love," he said gently.  "There will be a lot more later.  I
promise.  We're long overdue for bonding time."

"All right then, if that's what you want to call it," I said, and left the
den which was where Brett worked.  I went to my room and listened to
various music and read e-mail until Brett appeared.

I didn't know he was there at first.  I wasn't paying attention, so I
didn't see him standing in the doorway.  The only reason I knew was because
he told me later that he stood there for three or four minutes just to see
if I would notice him.  Since I didn't know he was there, he walked over to
the bed where I was laying, picked me up, and carried me as best he could
and dropped me on the bed we shared. After he did this, he immediately
left. I was confused. Why would he do that? I found out soon enough.

"Where did you go," I asked as he reappeared.

"You'll see," he said.

He walked over to me and laid down next to me.

"Can you figure it out?" he asked.

I turned toward him and tried to see what he was talking about, but the
blinds were closed so there wasn't enough light for me to really see him,
so I tried using my hands. I felt all down his body, and realized that he
wasn't wearing anything, but I still couldn't figure out why that had
caused him to leave the room.

"You're not wearing anything, but I still can't figure out why you had to
leave," I said.

"I put my clothes in the washer. We have to do laundry and I figured I
wouldn't be needing them anymore today anyway," he said, sounding like he
was wearing a smile as wide as the earth.

I accepted that because it made a lot of sense. I turned toward him and put
my arms around him. As soon as I did, he put his arms around me, and we
began to hug each other at the same time.

"Hey," Brett said after a few minutes. "We have a slight problem. You're
still dressed."

"Well," I said. "You can take care of that."

"Fine, make me do all the work."

I was about to protest, until he kissed me and said, "I'm kidding. I'm more
than happy to undress you."

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>From Brett's perspective.

I pulled Mark's shirt up but not all the way off. I took the time to lick
his entire upper body that his shirt had uncovered before completely
removing it. Once his shirt was removed, I gently laid on top of him so
that our upper bodies would touch, and kissed him with all the feeling I
could. I kissed him for several minutes, then licked all the way to his
hips again. Then I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and pulled the jeans
and boxer briefs down just enough to expose his cock and balls. I gently
licked and sucked all three things for a long while before I removed the
jeans and briefs completely. After I was done removing all his clothes, I
held him again and we kissed for a long time.

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>From Mark's Perspective.

After our kiss ended, Brett laid me gently on my back, put his lips right
next to mine and said, "now, the moment we have both been waiting for."

He gently put one finger in my ass, and slowly pushed it in. The first time
he hit my prostate gland, I thought I was going to die from the pure
pleasurable shock of it. As it was, I just squirted a whole ton of precum
and pulled Brett down by the shoulders to kiss him hard. It took a little
maneuvering because he had to twist his arm so that his finger could remain
inside me.

"That will work better once the fingers are out and the real thing is in,"
he said gently.

I continued to enjoy his one lubricant-covered finger for a few minutes
more. The stinging pain that I had first received had now subsided. When he
added a second finger, however, it returned in full force. I was trying not
to let on that I was hurting, because I wanted this to continue and I knew
that it wouldn't hurt forever, but I must have failed.

"Love, your face gives you away. You're suppose to let me know if I am
hurting you at all. If I hadn't been watching your expressions I never
would have known," he admonished me.

"I want to continue and I know it won't hurt forever," I said, almost
crying.

"It's ok, it will continue, just be patient. I'll keep my index and middle
finger inside you and just move them around a little until you feel no
pain, then I will add a third. Once you feel no pain with the third, we can
move to the real thing."

"When you do that," I said. "Take it slow. I want you to make love to me
for, oh, at least an hour."

"I can definitely do that," he said, adding a third finger.

Tears spewed out of my eyes, and he started to remove his ring finger which
he had just inserted.

"Don't!" I said urgently.

He ever so slowly put it back in, and it felt a little better.

"Move them around a little," I said, a little more relaxed than I had been
in the beginning. I was glad that I had made it this far. After about ten
more minutes of Brett gently moving his fingers inside me, he ever so
gently removed them, but not before poking my prostate one last time.

Even though he had prepared me very well with lots of lubricant and his
three fingers, when he pushed in and the head of his cock had went passed
my sphincter muscle, the stinging almost made me physically sick.

"Don't worry," Brett said soothingly. "It'll get better. Give it time."

"Just stay there," I said, trying not to throw up. "hopefully next time
this won't be so hard," I continued.

"It won't," he said. "each time it gets easier. It's still a good idea to
prepare each time, but there is never nearly as much pain as there is the
first time."

As he was talking to me, he slowly and gently pushed more of his cock into
me. When he was about half way in, the pain was all of a sudden replaced by
a very warm feeling coursing through my entire body. The feeling was very
similar to the feeling you get when you swallow alcohol.

"I feel so warm now," I said in wonder.

"Good," he said excitedly.

He pushed a little more into me. I nodded for him to keep going. In about
three more minutes, I felt his bush of pubic hair and his ball sack gently
touch the backs of my thighs which were over his shoulders and the bottom
of my ass.

He bent forward still inside me and gave me a deep, gentle kiss.

Pulling just barely away from my lips, he said, "congratulations my dear,
I'm completely joined to you now. I know it was hard work, but I can see in
your eyes that it was worth it."

I answered him with a strong hug and another kiss.

Brett moved his legs so that they were spread farther apart and resting on
either side of my body. He had folded his lower legs so that he was raised
up slightly on his knees. I was able to reach straight down and gently
grasp his hairy thighs. I gently held on to them as he started to move ever
so slowly in and out.

The feeling as he began to move was indescribable. I felt as if some one
had knocked down a dike that was holding in a massive well of love. I
couldn't help it, the tears just started rolling. Brett leaned down to kiss
me again, and gently asked, "you ok?"

"Yeah," I said trying to calm down. "It's so...I don't
know...overwhelming. I feel so much love! If I feel anymore, I think I'll
pass out."

"I understand," he said. The next thing I knew, I felt his hot tears hit my
face. It was one of the most emotional moments he and I had shared up to
that point and it will stay with me forever.

We eventually calmed down and he started to gently move again. It felt
better and better as time went on. Right before we came which we had
managed to time so that it happened for both of us at the same time, he
leaned down, pressed his body tightly to mine, kissed me, and gave a deep
growl of ecstasy that I felt all the way through my entire body because the
frequency was so low and every part of him was pressed to some part of
me. I came a gallon between our tightly pressed-together bodies, and he
came so much that it overflowed and ran down the backs of my thighs and his
balls.

After a shower to clean up, we just laid there and held each other and
talked about nothing in particular. This last step of bonding as lovers
that we had taken had truly been special, and we knew it. We just kept
talking, kissing, and hugging until we both eventually fell asleep,
exhausted. It just goes to show, rain can be deceiving. It was the best day
I had ever had!