Date: Thu, 2 Apr 2009 23:06:37 -0700 From: StoryDad <storydad@gmail.com> Subject: Love on the Net (part 5) ============================= Love on the Net ============================ Copyright: 2009; All rights reserved. Comments: Email can be sent to StoryDad@gmail.com Flames, hate mail, and similar things will be ignored. ========================================================================== Dedicated to a beautiful loving boy whose man doesn't appreciate what he has and is unknowningly throwing away. ========================================================================== CHAPTER 5 ========================================================================== I opened the door and the dinner that we had ordered was brought in. A table that was sitting off to the side of the room was quickly and efficiently cleared, a table cloth and silverware were laid, glasses were positioned, and when completed two fully laid out place settings had been prepared. Our meals were moved onto the table but were left covered to ensure that they did not get cold. An ice bucket had also been brought along and in it I saw that the bottle of champagne we had ordered was chilling. "I'll let you take the covers off of everything when you're ready," said the waiter once the table had been finished being prepared. "Would you like me to help by opening the champagne for you?" "No that's quite all right," I replied while passing over an appropriate tip. "I can handle that part myself thank you." "Thank you very much sir," replied the waiter. "If there's anything else that you might require please just give us a call." I followed the waiter to the door and locked it behind him after he left. As soon as the door to the room was locked the bathroom door opened and Ricky came out. He was now wearing the second bathrobe and completely covered but his feet were bare. Even though now I could not see as much of my boy as I had earlier, the glimpse of the lower part of Ricky's legs reminded me instantly of the unforgettable vision of beauty I had witnessed only minutes before. I decided that since Ricky had given me an incredible experience in the bathtub, it was only appropriate as the more experienced gourmand, to return the favour to my boy during our dinner together. I quickly moved to pull a chair back for Ricky and seated him before sitting myself down. I then made an elaborate show of peeling the foil cover from the top of the champagne bottle and taking off the wire cage surrounding the cork. Then finally with a few careful twists I popped the cork off of the bottle. "May I offer you something to drink with your dinner," I said formally. "Thank you," replied Ricky while smiling back at me. "I would like that very much." I poured us each a glassful and returned the bottle to the ice bucket. Then I reached over and pulled the covers from the plates with a flourish revealing our meals. "It looks fantastic," said Ricky looking down at our plates and smelling the aromas rising from the food. "Things certainly do look wonderful," I replied looking directly at Ricky who then blushed realizing that I was not referring to the dinner. We both began to eat but despite the excellence of the food our attentions were mostly on each other. My salmon was wonderful but it still did not compare to Ricky. My boy was clearly enjoying his Perciatelli but he kept looking back at me and smiling as he ate. I then realized I had forgotten something extremely important, put down my knife and fork, and reached for my glass. "I would like to propose a toast," I said holding my glass up. "To the boy who has succeeded in capturing my heart and has made me the happiest man in the world." Ricky blushed once again and we clinked our glasses together. We both took a drink and Ricky who had never tasted champagne before wrinkled his nose for a moment at the new taste sensation but then decided that he did like it and took another sip. "And I want to make a toast too," said Ricky. "To the man that without my ever having seen him made me believe that dreams can come true." Our glasses clinked again. Our lips met. Dinner was forgotten for a moment while we kissed but then we both went back to our meals. We were both enjoying the quiet close togetherness of dining together and the food but the pause was also heightening the sense of anticipation of what would come later when dinner was finished. "This tastes really great," said Ricky a minute or two later. "Would you like to try some?" "That would be nice," I replied looking over at my boy. When my head turned towards Ricky I saw that he was leaning back, had slipped his bathrobe slightly off of one shoulder, and that a single sauce-covered noodle had been laid against his upper chest. I smiled at Ricky and licked my lips. My boy grinned back. I was about to get a tiny preview of dessert. I moved my chair towards Ricky, bent my head down, and placed my lips over the upper end of the noodle. I sucked gently and the noodle moved up over Ricky's skin and slurped into my mouth. I then traced where the noodle had laid on his chest with my tongue, carefully collecting the sauce that remaining clinging to my boy's skin. The last of the sauce had dripped down onto Ricky's nipple and I fastened my mouth over that delicate treat and licked gently and then suckled slowly. My boy moaned and squirmed appreciatively as my lips and tongue moved against his sensitive skin. Lifting my head up I looked and saw that Ricky had his eyes closed as he concentrated on the sensations that I was giving him. I lowered my head once again and retraced where the noodle had laid and expanded the area that I was licking. "I think you got all of the sauce," gasped Ricky finally. "I've discovered something that tastes even better," I replied replacing my mouth over his nipple and began to tease it with my tongue once again coaxing it into hardness. "You should eat your dinner first," Ricky admonished with a smile while one of his hands rested on the back of my head holding me against his chest. "You'd deny a meal to a starving man?" I asked in mock sadness as I lifted my lips. "Dessert comes later," said Ricky with a smile. "Our dinner is still on the table." "I'd better start eating faster then," I said with a chuckle and we both returned our attentions to our plates. There were no more tragic spills, sadly, but I managed to survive the disappointment. The dinners were superb and we were both very pleased. As a part of our one special night together they had been the perfect accompaniment. Ricky's suggestion of us dining in our room instead of the restaurant had made the occasion much more personal and intimate than would otherwise have been the case and I was pleased that he had thought of it. My boy had fed me some of his dinner off of his fork and I had returned the favour to him using mine. We had both teased each other unmercifully while we did this by making an elaborate show of licking and sucking each other's forks clean while they were being held in the other's mouth. With dinner completed and the plates polished I reached over to the ice bucket and refilled both of our glasses. The half bottle had been the perfect size. Two glasses for us both, enough to make the evening extra special, but not so much that it would dull the senses for either of us. This was an evening we both wanted to experience and remember in the fullest detail. "There is a very very old tradition that's often performed in situations like this," I said. "It usually takes place on the wedding night but I think that it might be appropriate here." "What's that?" said Ricky with a puzzled expression. I stood up from the table and handed my glass to Ricky to hold along with his. I then moved to his side and bent down slightly and placed one of my arms under his legs and with the other supported his back. I then lifted him and carried him slowly towards one of the two beds that were in the room. "I can't carry you over the actual threshold since that would mean we'd have to go out into the hallway I guess but I can do it symbolically," I said. "You make me feel so special," said Ricky with his eyes starting to fill. "Even just chatting online with you made me feel this way. That's why I had to come and meet you. I never felt like this with him. I would get horny but I didn't have feelings like this." "No tears, my love," I said as I gently deposited Ricky on the bed. "Tonight is all about you, and me, and us being together finally. We were together online but I never thought it could ever be real. I tried to be stern with you when I saw you at the airport but actually I was so happy when I discovered you there waiting for me." Ricky handed me back my glass and I got up onto the bed beside him. We were both laying lengthwise up on our elbows and facing each other. I gazed into Ricky's eyes as he looked back at me and we slowly drank the champagne in our glasses. We both knew what we wanted but we also did not want to spoil the special feelings of this unique moment that we were sharing with each other. The room was totally silent and all we could do was look at each other. Words were unnecessary and the feelings were heavy in the air between us. I reached up and moved a strand of hair that had fallen down over Ricky's forehead. I then let my hand slide down his face and caressed his cheek. My boy and I were together. It might never happen again but we were together now. What I was feeling was not lust, it was total and unconditional love. Fate had allowed us to meet online against overwhelming odds and now fate had intervened again and we were together. I wanted more, I wanted Ricky to be able to stay with me forever, but I was eternally grateful for even the short amount of time that we had been granted. "What are we going to do when the morning comes?" I asked. "No questions," said Ricky. "Not tonight." "Here's looking at you kid," I said quoting a famous line from a classic movie and touched my glass to my boy's. "Of all the airports in all the world you came and walked into mine," said Ricky quickly following up on the quotation much to my surprise. "You know that line?" I asked very impressed with Ricky's knowledge. "Of course I do," replied Ricky. "I bet you didn't know that I like watching old movies." "There are a lot of things about you that I'd like to learn," I said. "I wish I had the time to learn everything there is about you." Ricky smiled, kissed me, and raised his glass to his lips one last time. I drained the last from my glass at the same time. Ricky passed his now empty glass to me and I put both of them on the nightstand next to the bed. I turned back to look at Ricky. I watched him undo the tie that held his bathrobe closed, shrug the bathrobe off of his shoulders, and then lay back onto the bed. He looked into my eyes and then raised his arms towards me causing his bathrobe to fall open completely revealing everything to me once again. "It's time now," said Ricky softly. "I want you so much." I looked at my boy and I could see that there was no mistaking the meaning of his words. I pulled the tie on my bathrobe causing it to open and then I bent over my boy.