Date: Fri, 30 Jul 2004 21:47:57 -0400
From: rhaven <rhavenlo@rhavenlore.com>
Subject: The Next Tomorrow Chapter Six

This is a story from imagination, nothing more; it could not exist in
our reality. Be warned it is a tale of man/boy relationships with some
bad language.
I'd like to thank my dear friend Astral Toad for helping me with this
story.
If you like this story, please visit my site for more at
www.rhavenlore.com

The Next Tomorrow

By Rhaven

CHAPTER SIX

"... And then this guy turns to me and spits in my face!" Sean barks
out laughter that fills the house. I sat there absorbed in his
stories, what an exciting life Sean has had. I couldn't imagine every
doing all the stuff Sean has. We had finished off all the chocolate
pudding and were now eating German chocolate cake, or more correctly,
I was eating the cake. Sean was lounging across the couch with me
sitting on his legs; both of us were oblivious to our nudity. I'd had
a hard on for several minutes, a side affect of sitting on Sean's
legs, his skin against mine.
"Hey save some of that cake for me." Sean smirked as I grabbed another
slice.
"You want some?" I offered my slice to Sean, after taking out a large
bite.
"Just a bite, please." He said opening up his mouth. I carefully
maneuvered my way up his legs, holding the cake out for him. It wasn't
as easy as I thought, the cake tipped and threatened to fall from my
hand, I tried to balance it, but my other hand slid off Sean's thigh,
slamming into his crotch. Sean yelped and jerked forward, I tried to
get my hand off his penis and also fell forward. The cake splattered
into Sean's chest and then my face hit the destroyed cake.
"Sorry--Sorry!" I said with a mouthful of cake.
"Are you okay?" Sean said between chuckles and pulled me up so I was
sitting in his lap. My face was covered in cake, thank goodness, it
covered the fact that I was blushing profusely.
"I'm fine... that was just stupid." I moaned and shook my head at my
clumsiness.
Sean smiled and licked my cheek. "You know..." He said licking my face
again. "That's one good cake."
We both laughed and took turns licking cake off each other.
"Damn good cake." Sean said sliding my nose into his mouth and then
moving down to my lips. My first real kiss, his moist lips on mine. My
erection stiffened even more, if that's possible, I never wanted that
kiss to end. I felt Sean's hardening penis jab into my ball sack. I
reached down, freed his erection, and started stroking his swollen
shaft.
"Now that's a dangerous thing you are doing there little man." Sean
whispered.
"Don't worry, I'll be gentle." I whispered back and continued my
stroking. Sean rested back into the couch, and moaned with delight.
"Good golly Miss Molly, you do have... magic fingers." He groaned. I
smiled at that and pumped fast on his erection. Sean moaned louder, as
did I, my own erection was throbbing, burning with passion until it
spat cum. My hips impulsively jerked, my muscles tensed and I held my
breath as my penis continued to squirt cum onto my hand. Finally, Sean
hit climax, erupting in a fountain of white ooze. I stroked his penis
until at last the cum stopped seeping out.
"Now that was wonderful." Sean sighed.
"Yeah, yeah it was." I giggled sighing with him now that the pressure
in my groin was gone.
"Best cake I've ever had." Sean laughed. "Come on you, let's go get
wash up."
I wrapped my arms around Sean's neck and he carried me up the stairs.
We entered into his bedroom, a sacred shrine to the old west. I
giggled at the obscenity of the room. Cowboy hat lampshades, bull horn
shelves and horseshoe coat rack.
"Don't laugh at my room." He said sternly, but wasn't able to keep a
smile from appearing on his face.
"I think you need to buy new furniture." I said still unable to
believe this was how Ira Macnee lived.
"I know... but the bed is nice though." Sean nodded his head towards the
bed. It was a huge bed, just looking at it made me sleepy. Sean walked
passed the bed and into the bathroom, he turned on the shower and
stepped in, with me still in his arms.
"Oh, that's cold!" I squealed, but a second later, the water warmed
and felt good against my skin. Sean finally put me down and handed me
the bar of soap. I rubbed the soap a few times across my chest and
washed off the suds. "I'm finished." I announced and stepped out of
the shower.
"Did you even get wet?" Sean joked and pulled the curtain closed
behind me. "I don't know about you but I love a good shower." He said
as I dried off.
"I already went swimming, how dirty could I be?" I tossed the towel on
the floor and made a running jump to the bed. I bounced several times
before relaxing into the soft mattress. The cool sheets made me melt
into the bed with a heavy relaxing sigh. I lay on my side and watched
Sean finish his shower. The shower curtain blurred his figure into a
otherworldly seduction. Every movement and bend, it was like a ballet,
I loved watching this man. He turned off the water and stepped out of
the shower. Sean gave me a quick smile, seeing me staring at him and
then he dried off.
"You take long showers." I said sleepily.
"I like to actually get clean when I bathe." He laughed, folded up his
towel and walked towards the bed. Sean stood at the end of the bed for
several minutes, just staring.
"Is something wrong?"
"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.

I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,--I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!--and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
." Sean whispered this as he joined me in bed.
"What was that?" I asked pulling myself on top of him.
"A wonderful poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning." Sean whispered in my
ear, his hand resting on my back, moving slowly down to my buttocks.
"It sounded nice." I said trying to memorize the words of the poem. "I
love you too Sean." I said easily, the word `love' caressing my lips
as I said it, feeling the void in my heart. I loved him, words I
wanted to scream for the whole world could hear. I loved Sean Ponca
and he loves me. Suddenly I realized Sean was singing, his voice was
beautiful, so perfect I closed my eyes to focus only on his voice.
"Close your eyes and I'll kiss you
Tomorrow I'll miss you
Remember I'll always be true
And then while I'm away
I'll write home every day
And I'll send all my loving to you..." Sean sang quietly. I loved this
song, last year like everyone else in America I was glued to the TV to
watch the Beatles on the Ed Sullivan Show. I listened to Sean sing,
letting the tune carry me away, he sang to me and that was a wonderful
feeling. Slowly, I slipped into sleep, Sean's voice serenading me into
complete relaxation, taking my last thought of love with me into the
land of dreams.

"Hang on there."
Sean caught me as I was about to roll off him and on to the floor.
"How--How long have I been asleep?" I asked sitting up into Sean's lap
and rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
"Not long. I think you needed your sleep." Sean smiled at me, his
hands rubbing my hips. "So are you getting tired of being naked?"
"Kind of, are you?" I asked shyly. It was cool being naked with Sean,
but after awhile it just didn't feel special anymore. What made nudity
fun was the undressing. I'd been undressed for too long.
"Let's go get dressed." Sean and I raced down stairs, for no other
reason than just an excuse to run like idiots. I got dressed first,
winning the non-existing contest, but with all my cheering and jumping
around you would have thought I'd just won a hundred dollars.
"Very cute." Sean grabbed me up and pulled me close. "You know I let
you win, right?"
"Sure you did." I laughed.
Sean kissed my forehead and tried to comb my hair with his fingers,
but I already knew it was an impossible mess, no matter what he did to
make it look presentable.
"Little man, I need to get to my typewriter..." Sean said, giving up on
my hair.
"That's okay... you go ahead and write. I better head home anyway." I
puckered up my lips and closed my eyes. We embraced and Sean kissed
me, kissed my nose, my lips and my forehead again. My penis was as
stiff as it gets, ready for more, but Sean broke our hold.
"Oh man, I tell you something little man, if we start now; neither of
us is going to get anything done today." Sean laughed weakly; I could
tell it was hard for him to take his hands off me.
"I'll see you later... and Sean... I love you." I said slowly, savoring
the way those words made me feel.
"Love you too, little man."

I danced and skipped my way down the path to the lake, whistling all
the way.
"You look happy." Mark said as he stepped from behind a tree.
"Maybe I am." I said defiantly. "Are you spying on me again?"
"I wasn't spying. I was worried about you Jonah. You don't know
anything about this guy. He could be a murderer or even worse!" With
squinted eyes, Mark did his best adult impression. I wasn't amused.
"I actually know a lot about Sean. And I absolutely know he's not a
murderer." I said confidently.
"I just don't want you to get hurt." He said sadly, lower his head and
to my surprise, he pulled off his Coon hat, which he hadn't removed in
months.
"Mark..." I said softly, stepping closer to him. "Mark, you are my best
friend. You're always been there for me, I don't want to fight." I
grabbed Mark's hand and squeezed it hard. "I have feelings for Sean,
but that doesn't mean I don't have feelings for you too."
Mark nodded and I was relieved when he replaced the Coon hat back on
his head.
"You're hairs a mess." Mark said quietly, giving me his trademark
smile.
I wrapped my arms around Mark and hugged him hard. "You make me crazy
sometimes, you know that?" I laughed.
"Yeah... well, I'm still jealous." Mark pressed his cheek against my
ear. "I'm not giving up on us." He whispered.
I shook my head at his stubbornness. "Let's head to my house, I'm
thirsty."
Mark joined me in whistling as we walked through the woods. It really
was the perfect day. My friend was back and I was in love.
"Hey someone's at your house?" Mark pointed and I froze. It was a tow
truck, Greg's tow truck.
"Dang it. I'll see you later, okay?"
"Is something wrong?" Mark asked, looking cautiously towards the tow
truck.
"Just my Mom's boyfriend."
"Oh... okay, see you later Jonah." Mark started running off but suddenly
stopped. "I'm glad we're not mad at each other anymore."
"Me too!" I waved to Mark and reluctantly headed home.
"Mom I'm..." I entered the house and found only Greg sitting at the
kitchen table. Beer cans litter the table.
"Where the fuck have you been?" Greg stood, gulped down the last of
his beer and smiled at me roguishly.
"Where's Mom?" I asked, ignoring his question.
"Still at work. I'm here to teach you on how to be a man." Greg burped
and wiped his mouth this the back of his hand.
"Aren't you supposed to be rebuilding a car?"
"Waiting on some parts, but that's no concern to you." Greg opened the
front door. "Come on, I've got the football in my truck."
I sighed and dragged myself outside with Greg. As much as I hated
this, I knew there was no reason to complain. It wouldn't have worked
with Greg anyhow, only made him mad. I walked out onto my yard and was
hit in the face with a football.
"You have to pay attention, dumb fuck! Now throw me back the ball."
Greg laughed. I snatched up the football and threw it, Greg scooped up
the ball as it bounced its way towards him.
"That was pitiful." Greg yelled. "You throw like a sissy."
I kept my mouth shut, biting my lip as Greg threw the football to me
again. I tried to catch it, but it bounced off my chest and hit the
ground.
"Keep your hands close together!" He screamed. The lesson when on for
an hour, as Sean had suggested, I played like a blind man running a
marathon. Sadly, a lot of my mishaps weren't pretend, I was horrible
with sports, I guess I'm lucky I can even walk a straight line. I have
no coordination when it involves odd objects like a footballs or
baseballs and please don't give me a bat. Last time I picked up a bat,
I had a bruise on my head for a month, where I swung too hard, missed
the ball and smacked my head.
Greg tried to teach me the fundamentals of football, but I played
stupid. By the end of the hour, Greg's face was so red, I was afraid
his head was going to explode.
"You stupid son of a bitch!" He screamed as I attempted to throw the
ball again, tossing it only three feet from me. "How many times do I
have to show you this?" He growled snatching up the ball as he
approached me.
"I can't do it." I whined.
"I can't do it... I can't do it." He mocked. "Take the ball!" He shoved
the ball into my chest.
"I can't do it Greg!" I yelled and dropped the ball to the ground
defiantly.
I staged back, trying to keep my balance. Slowly I realized that Greg
had hit me, the pain around my right eye grew from a pinprick to
agonizing in a second.
"See what you made me do?" Greg grabbed me by my shirt, I heard the
fabric rip. "You are just a spoiled brat, a momma's boy."
I tried to break free of his steel grip, but he was too strong for me.
"Listen here sissy; I know what you're trying to do." He said now in a
too calm of a voice. "I'm going to marry your mother; I've got that
bitch wrapped around my finger. You fuck this up for me and I'll kill
you." He leaned down to me, his breath smelling like beer and
ashtray. "So what happened to your eye?"
"I was... playing football." I said through clamped lips.
"Fucking right, it was the football. Remember sissy, your life is now
in my hands. Fuck with me and you are dead." Greg pushed me hard to
the ground and walked into my house. But was it my house anymore?