Date: Wed, 22 Feb 2012 09:16:56 +0000
From: MG
Subject: Ten Days With Ollie - Part Two

I'm still smiling as I reach down and lower my shorts and jocks to my
knees.  Taking hold of my cock, I begin to stroke, the words and noises I
have just heard from the room next-door swimming in my head, driving me
insane with lust.  In my heightened state of arousal it takes no time at
all before I am grunting out a huge load of cum from my balls.  I watch the
first couple of jets fly out of my slit, up into the air, and land on my
chest. I lay back and the floodgates continue to spill, my semen becoming
more watery as my cock squirts again and again and again.  All the while,
my head full of imagined visions of the gorgeous lad in the adjacent suite
wanking himself off to his imagined visions of me.

It's all too much.  I'm shaking like a leaf, having just finished one of
the most intense orgasms of my entire life.  In a daze, I reach for my
t-shirt and slowly mop up the juice that has pooled on my chest and abs.

After a quick shower I head downstairs, in a fresh t-shirt, of course.
Ollie is in the media room, playing a game on his console.  I tousle his
hair and leave him to win his F1 race.  As I start to prep for dinner, I'm
seriously preoccupied.  I need to bed this lad.  No, not just bed him.  I
need to take him to bed and make love to him.  I need to show him what a
perfect, beautiful lad he is, and teach him the joys of being with with a
man, a man who will do just about anything to please him.  I want to kiss
him, hold him in my arms, ravish every square millimetre of his body from
head-to-toe, front and back.  To hear those intoxicating moans and whimpers
made right into my ear as I pleasure him.  To see the expression on his
beautiful face as he orgasms, to see the boy-cum jet out of his
breathtaking cock, and all over me. I shake my head, trying to clear my
thoughts, and concentrate on preparing our meal.  Fortunately I'm able to
get my act together for long enough to throw something edible on our
plates, and I call Ollie out to the dining room.

In he saunters, his long, brown, muscular legs looking even longer and
browner in the white short-shorts that he's wearing.  We eat, talk a
little.  Nothing is said about the massage or the effect that it had on
him.  If he noticed that it also had an effect on me, he isn't saying
either.  A few times I look up from my plate to find him staring at me.  As
my gaze meets his, he looks away, the corners of his mouth ever-so-slightly
turned up in the tiniest of smiles.

After dinner he returns to his game for a while as I clean-up.  It's no use
pretending that I can think of anything else. I want him.  Bad.  More than
I have ever wanted anyone before.  Having started the dishwasher, I go into
the media room and sit on the sofa next to him.  The F1 cars are still
racing.  He turns his head to me.  "Wanna watch some TV?"  I shake my head.

"No, it's cool, I'll just watch you play, racer-boy".  He grins at me, then
returns his attention to the matter at hand.  I get up, open the bottle of
wine I saw in the fridge, and pour myself a big glass of it.  I return to
Ollie, and his eyes light-up.  "Wine!", he exclaims, "Cool, can I have
some?".  I give a chuckle and shake my head. "No, mate," I reply, "I don't
think your mother would be impressed if she heard that I had given you
booze".

Ollie shoots me a sullen look for a couple of seconds, says "Awww, boo!",
then flashes me a megawatt smile that melts my heart and stiffens my cock.
I continue to drink the wine, returning to the kitchen for a couple of
refills as the world's longest F1 race continues on the big screen.  I'm
feeling nicely toasted now.  After my soak in the afternoon sun, three big
glasses of wine and two of the most intense orgasms of my life, I'm
actually feeling a little shattered.  My eyes are heavy.  I close them,
just for a minute.  The next thing I know, I'm being shaken by the
shoulder, and a sweet voice is saying "Hey, Adam... Wake-up, it's time for
bed".  I open my eyes again, to see the stunning lad standing in front of
me, big smile on his face.  I smile back, whisper "OK".  He follows me up
the stairs.  At his bedroom door, I turn to face him and say "Goodnight,
mate".  He looks at me for a second and then steps forward, throwing his
arms around my waist and putting his head on my chest.  I'm surprised, but
it's a very pleasant surprise.  He holds me tight, and I put my big arms
around the lad and squeeze him into me.  He exhales into my embrace, a
long, slow, deep breath.  We stand there for what seems like an eternity,
before he pulls away gently.

Ollie looks up into my eyes, says "Adam, thank-you so much for bringing me
up here.  You don't know how much I appreciate it".  I am sorely tempted to
ask him to show me how appreciative he is, to tell him that there is so
much more we can do to make the next 10 days into the most amazing
experience of his entire life. Instead I smile at him, stroke my fingertip
down his pretty face and whisper "You're welcome, mate.  I'm glad that
we're friends".  He looks at me.  Tears well-up in his eyes.  My heart
breaks.  He buries his face in my chest again, and my arms hold him tightly
to me once more.  I bring a hand up to his head and gently cradle it,
affectionately stroking the back of his scalp with my fingertips.  He holds
me tight, so tight, like he never wants to let me go.  I decide to let him
have his fill. A big hug is good therapy.  Eventually he pulls away again,
murmurs "See you in the morning, Adam".  I kiss the top of his head, and he
smiles at me.  Walks into his bedroom and gives me one last big smile as
the door closes.

As I walk into my own bedroom, I can still smell the boy, smell his hair,
feel his warm smooth skin, remember touching his face for just a moment,
remember the heat of his body against mine.  I also realise that I have
thrown another huge boner.  With the wine still in my system I'm feeling a
little less cautious than I did in the afternoon.  Throwing off my clothes
I jump on the bed and begin to wank again, whispering "Fuck, yeah... Ollie!
Ollie!", thinking the same sexy thoughts about him, a firm-bodied,
over-eager, 14-year-old puppy-boy, naked and crawling all over me.  As my
orgasm builds, all reserve has flown out the window, and my voice gets
louder.  Just before I ejaculate, I can't help but say "Ollie!  Here it
cums, darling boy, all for my Ollie!".  As my pleasure fades I realise that
I was probably a little too loud.  The house is completely silent, except
for the sound of the surf down below.  I worry for a moment that the boy
has heard me and will freak-out.  Then I remind myself that, if Ollie did
hear me, all I have done is let him know that I feel the same way about him
that he feels about me.




The next morning I'm up early.  I head to the pool and take an morning dip,
to try to get rid of the slight hangover inflicted upon me by the wine.
I'm standing in the kitchen in my Speedo, making toast, when Adonis appears
in the same short-shorts that he had on last night, but without a t-shirt
this time.  Even his big teenaged feet are as brown as a berry.  He smiles
at me, the look on his face is one I have never seen before, as though he
is thinking something through in this head, and isn't quite sure how to
proceed.  "Hey mate, " I say softly, "How are you this-morning?".  He walks
over to me.  I reach out my hand to tenderly squeeze his shoulder, and he
steps right up and embraces me again.  Silence.  Big hug.  Face against my
chest, his eyes closed, a look of bliss.  I hold him tightly.  This lad is
craving affection.  So am I.  It's been a while since I held someone like
this, and even longer since I held someone so breathtakingly alluring.  I
close my eyes, bury my face in his hair and inhale deeply.  He smells so
amazing.  I feel drunk again.  His hand moves up and rests on my chest.
I'm enraptured by his touch, his aroma, the sensation of his bare skin
against me.  My dick is rock-hard in my Speedo.  There's no hiding it.

I'm suddenly embarrassed.  I make an "ahem" noise and try to gently push
Ollie away.  He holds me tighter, then turns his pretty face up towards me,
and gives me a cheeky grin.  His big brown eyes lock onto mine, burning
into me.  He whispers "There's nothing to be ashamed of if our cuddle has
given you a stiffie."  I swallow loudly.  Where the hell has all my
confidence gone?  The look in this boy's eyes... My God!  It's so intense.
He's still staring up at me.  Our eyes still locked.  I softly hold his
chin in my hand, looking down at his smiling face.  I feel like I might
have a heart-attack.  Ollie's whole body is softly trembling, little
shivers.  Three times he opens his mouth to say something to me, our gazes
still locked.  He so wants to say it, but he's not sure that he should.
Speaking softly, I say "Go on mate, if you have something to say, just say
it.  Don't be shy.  It's just me."  The trembling intensifies.  Ollie
speaks, so softly I can barely hear it, lips scarcely moving, "I heard you
wanking last night, and I heard you blow your load.  You said my name and
how it was all for me.".

I gulp again.  I don't know what to say.  Half of me wishes I had been more
discreet, the other half is glad that he heard, and glad that Ollie was the
one who initiated the discussion about it.  His head is back on my chest
now, left cheek pressed against my breast-bone, warm air from his nostrils
fanning the hairs as he breathes.  I'm starting to tremble too.  I need to
say something.  But what?

Methinks I need to steer this conversation back in an Ollie-centric
direction.  I ask him, "Did you know I'm gay?"  He shakes his head, then
nods, then says "Well, no, I mean, nobody told me, and I haven't asked, but
I sorta worked it out" I'm quite surprised.  Not many people can pick me.
Usually only other gay guys… I smile to myself.  I stroke his hair
with my fingertips.  I whisper, "Are you gay too, Ollie?"  There's no
response from the angel in my arms.  I pull him even closer.  "It's OK if
you are, and you don't have to tell me unless you want to".

Still no response.  I can feel wetness on my chest.  I look down at him,
face against me, eyes closed, looking very serious and sad.  In the most
tender voice I can muster I say, "It's OK mate. You're gonna to be OK".
Ollie looks up at me with tear-filled eyes.  I kiss his forehead, and he
begins to sob.  Deep, body-wracking sobs, from the bottom of his soul.  I
hold him tightly against me, cradling his head to my chest as he howls like
a baby.  I hold him until his sobs subside.  He looks up at me, eyes red
and wet, tears all down his face, snot drooling out of a nostril.  He looks
so adorable I almost want to cry myself.  I give him a squeeze, and release
him, and fetch the box of tissues from the bench.  I dry his tears and he
blows his nose.  Ollie is looking a little bashful now.  I start thinking
that he's probably embarrassed about getting so emotional in front of me.

"I'm sure you feel better now you have that out of your system, huh?"
Ollie smiles.  Looks sheepish.  "Sorry about that, Adam".  My heart breaks
again.  I put my arms around him pull him in close to my body.  He says
"Oh, Adam", and goes a little weak at the knees.  I hold him tightly and
say "Don't be sorry about showing your emotions to people who care about
you.  That's what mates are for, right?".  His face stays buried in my
chest hair, but I feel his mouth move - he's smiling again.  He nods, and
whispers "OK".




We have an active morning.  After picking up some groceries, and buying
Ollie a Speedo (a white one, no less!), we walk down the short path to the
beach for an ocean swim.  I can barely take my eyes off him as he bounds
through the waves in his little white swimmers, which contrast so markedly
with his bronzed complexion.  Once back at the house, we have lunch, then
watch as the clouds build in the sky, portending a Sydney thunderstorm.
The planned bike-ride around the suburb will have to be postponed until
tomorrow morning.  Ollie gets on the phone and talks to a couple of his
friends.  As I walk in and out of earshot I hear him saying stuff like
"Adam is really cool", and "Adam actually talks to me".  That makes me
smile.  He finishes his last phone call just as the first distant thunder
rumbles toward us.  I go out onto the pool-deck and look west.  The sky is
black.  I can see lightning.  More thunder rumbles over us.  "This is gonna
be a beaut!", I call out to Ollie.  He comes out onto the deck and looks
wide-eyed at the approaching tempest.

"Adam… " he says.

"Yes, mate?"

"I'm not very good with thunderstorms."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Well don't worry, we'll be safe inside, and I'm here to look-after you,
buddy."

I put my arm around his shoulders and we walk back into the house, closing
the big bi-fold doors behind us.  I get a couple of cokes out of the fridge
and we sit in the living room upstairs, the large windows affording us a
great view of the coming storm.  The wind has picked-up now, with leaves
blowing everywhere and the trees swaying.  The sky is dark purple.  A
bright flash of lighting is followed five seconds later by an incredibly
loud clap of thunder.  We both jump, look at each-other and start to laugh.
"A big help you are, Adam!" Ollie tells me.  I can only grin in reply.

About 15 minutes later the wind has died-off completely.  It's eerily quiet
and dark.  More flashes of lightning and claps of thunder.  Ollie has edged
closer and closer to me on the sofa.  I snake my left arm around his
shoulders again.  He gives me a little smile, and moves right next to me,
putting his head in the crook of my shoulder, his hand resting on my chest.
We both sigh simultaneously.  I move my hand and rest it on his hip.  Hold
his hip, actually.  He looks up at me, right into my eyes.  Nothing is
said.  I bring my other hand up and hold his head against me.  He whispers,
"I love it when you hold my head like that".  I kiss him on the crown, bury
my nose in his hair and inhale deeply.

Outside, it is starting to rain.  Big, heavy, tropical-sized raindrops.
They splatter on the awning above the window.  There is lots of thunder and
lightning outside, and soon enough the rain is pouring down.  Ollie
repositions himself so his face is against my neck.  I still hold his head
in my right hand.  My left hand is on his hip.  I'm in a state, so aroused
by having this gorgeous lad snuggled up with me.  I'm totally elated that
he is such an affectionate pup.  He's absolutely enchanting.  He smells so
delicious.  His breath is on my skin.

I kiss his forehead.  He looks up at me, flashes me a little smile.  His
body is trembling again.  My heart is bounding in my chest.  I turn
slightly to the side, to be able to look at Ollie's face.  His head slips
down and rests on my bicep.  I tenderly stroke down his left cheek with my
fingertip.  He whimpers, opens his eyes, staring right into me again.  I
can't bear it any longer, and I kiss his face.  His left cheek, across the
bridge of his nose, onto his right cheek.  Slowly toward his mouth.  His
eyes closed.  I kiss his lips.  He whimpers.  I lick my lips and put them
on his again.  He kisses me back.  Our mouths are closed, but I think that
this might be the best kiss of my life.  I gently break away from his
mouth.  He's almost panting.

"How was that?" I ask him.  He looks at me, grinning.

"Well, since it was my first kiss, I don't really have anything to compare
it to, but it was fucking awesome!"

I chuckle at him, then ask "Was it really your first kiss?"

He nods, and with a twinkle in his eyes says, "I think I'm ready for my
second kiss, please".

I grin, and put my lips back onto those of the gorgeous lad in my arms.  I
kiss his mouth again, and as Ollie relaxes I slide tip of my tongue out
onto his soft lips.  He moans, open his mouth, and I tentatively slip my
tongue inside.  His tongue is right there.  Their tips meet, probe
each-other for just a couple of seconds. He pulls his mouth back from mine.
Says "Oh, my God."

"Is something wrong?"

"No, it's just really hot!"  Huge grins from both of us.  "Do it again,
please."  I oblige him, and soon have him moaning softly as our tongues
dance together.  He's learning fast, licking my lips, sucking my tongue.
It's a slow, wet, lingering kiss, as the rain pelts on the awning and the
window, lightning ablaze outside, thunder shaking the house to it's
foundations.  Ollie pulls away, panting.  He looks straight into my eyes,
and I recognise the same I-want-to-say-something-but-I-don't-know-how look
on his face from earlier.

"What's on your mind?"  "I don't know what to say!"  "It's alright, mate.
Just come right-out with it.  We're getting pretty intimate here, in case
you didn't notice."  Ollie smiles at me.  The confidence returns to his
gaze.  He takes a deep breath.  Maintains eye-contact.  "To answer your
question from before... Umm..."  I wait patiently, stroking his cheek with
my fingers.  "... Umm, well, the answer is yes. I'm gay.  Definitely.  No
question."  I smile at him.  Kiss him on the lips.  "You're very brave to
tell me, mate.  Good for you.  Have you told anyone else?"  He shakes his
head.  "Have you looked at yourself in the mirror and said it?"  He shakes
his head.  I reach out and take his hand in mine.  I squeeze it gently.
Smile at him tenderly.  He smiles back.  "I suggest giving it a go.  Let
yourself get used to the idea.  You have all the time in the world to tell
everyone else."  Ollie nods, smiles again.  "Can I ask you something,
Ollie?"  "OK, sure." He's looking a little worried.  "Is the "gay" thing
what has been upsetting you lately?  Why you haven't been getting on with
your mother, or at school?"  He looks down at the floor.  Tears well in his
eyes again.  He nods.  Answers me in a soft voice, "I don't have anyone to
talk to, anyone who will understand."  I hold him by the chin and turn his
face to mine.  I smile.  "Well, you have someone who understands right
here.  And you can talk to me anytime".  The lads's bottom-lip trembles and
a few tears slip down his cheeks, but he manages to compose himself.  He
nuzzles his face into me again.

As the storm continues, I hear and feel Ollie's stomach rumbling.  One
thing about teenage boys, you gotta keep the food up to them!  Ollie
requests pizza, and I set-to and order a couple of large ones.  We sit back
on the sofa, holding hands and talking, stopping to kiss and nuzzle
each-other.  I'm entranced by the coos and moans and whimpers and little
purrs that I can elicit from the boy by kissing his mouth, his face, his
neck.  When I lick from his lips, along his jaw up to his earlobe, which I
then proceed to nibble and suck, he almost goes wild.  "Adam! Please!" he
says, his voice desperate.  "What's wrong, mate?"  The sheepish look on my
boy's face again.  He whispers "You're making me too excited!" A smile
appears, "And I don't want to jizz in my jocks".  I throw back my head and
laugh.  The doorbell rings.  Pizza!



Ollie is a pizza-eating machine.  He whales through 6 big slices and a most
of a 1.25 litre bottle of Coke, then collapses back on the sofa with a long
moan.  I sit back alongside him.  He moans as he rolls towards me.  His
belly is distended.  "Awwww," I tease, "Did little piggy have too much
pizza?"  I get 'the look'.  I laugh at him and get it again.  He snuggles
back into position beside me, head in the crook of my shoulder again, arm
across my chest.  I hold his head the way he loves so much, and my left
hand snakes down and holds his hip.  The boy sighs.  I stroke his hair.
Outside the storm is almost over.  We talk for a little while, then sit in
a silent embrace.  I realise that beautiful Ollie has fallen asleep in my
arms.  I sit there, just holding him, listening to the rain on the awning.
He looks so gorgeous that I could just eat him up.  I wake him gently, help
him up, walk him to his bedroom.  He gets into bed in his clothes, and I
tuck the covers in under his chin.  I lean down and kiss him softly on the
lips, say "Goodnight, my angel".  He smiles at me, eyes still closed,
whispers "Goodnight, Adam.  I love you".

I give him one last kiss on his forehead, then leave my beautiful boy to
sleep.  Tomorrow will be another big day.

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