Date: Sat, 9 Jul 2005 19:29:52 -0700 From: Kevin Harness <kevroc54321@tns.net> Subject: The Love Of My Life 3 The Love of My Life Chapter 3 This story contains descriptions of gay people in real life situations, both of legal age and below 18. These people engage in consensual sex in this story, however your government, local laws, statutes, etc may not allow you to read this story. You are not supposed to be reading this story if you are not 18 years of age. I write this story, as I have all my stories, for true boylovers and the boys that love to be loved by them, everywhere, anywhere. Additionally, this story really happened to me and the character James was a real, live person. Other characters in the story may have their name changed. This will be a hard story to tell, but I'll do my best. Those of you that have read a few of my other stories (Hands On My Heart, Save The Boy, A Boy To Remember, The Education of Joshua) know that these aren't your regular "fuck stories". That being said, read on.... ================================================================== It was one of those nights where I wouldn't swear that I slept a lot, because I was so blown away that I had this incredible and beautiful boy in my arms, cooing at my contact with him. Yet, when I opened my eyes in the morning I felt like I'd slept the exact right amount of sleep. I laid there for a little while, smelling the skin and hair of my boy, feeling his warm body next to mine, inhaling softly in his peaceful sleep. Oh so many thoughts, comments, observations, knowledge, fun, conversations, and emotions passed though my head. I'd known this boy, what, less than 24 hours, and I already was completely ready to do anything for him, for his benefit and happiness. Oddly enough, the gargantuan influx of information was placed at rest by the complete trust that I'd made the right observations about James. He was not only several cuts above the "norm", but he couldn't have been more perfect for me. The funny part was that he apparently felt the same way. Way too cool. I'd always w-a-n-t-e-d someone to like (love) me that much, because I knew how much I could love them back, and it was - to be truthful - a lot. The fact that such a dream seemed to have arrived was mind-boggling, and yet seemed somehow normal at the same time. The early morning sun turned the room from shades of gray and pale colors to bright hues. James' hair was almost irridescent, shining like some type of human light or aura as the sun shone on it. His face was was not without a few middle-to-late teen whiskers, but the sheer blondeness of them simply seemed to light his face up, too. As I admired him, he slowly smiled. "Mornin' Kev." "Mornin' babes," and I kissed his head, breathing deeply and taking him all in. He scooted back into me, pulling my arm around his torso, nuzzling and cooing. "You know, if wake up from this dream I'm going to be really pissed," I joked. He giggled. Damn! this boy was infinitely cute and I was hopelessly hooked. He reached from somewhere and handed me a condom. As I was putting it on, he slid his dockers down and off and adequately prepared himself. Was I nervous? Oh HELL yes, but only on the inside, I guess, is the best way to explain it. I'd always admired beautiful blondes, and here was a boy who could nearly epitomize 'extrememly beautiful blonde boy' for anyone. I just wanted this to be good for him. I know, strange, but my hope was that he was taken to an edge that he'd never been to. To a point where he'd throw his head back and gasp for air and cum so hard he'd nearly pass out. But not so that he'd be inclined to stay with me, or think I was good in bed or any other reason than....I just wanted it to be the best for him. Period. "You ok with this?" he asked cautiously. I kissed the back of his neck, "Yeah babes, no probs. You?" He nodded, smiling hugely. I pushed in and he tensed up ever so slightly, then nodded, and I continued. We both paused for a moment, not to let any pain subside, but to rather to mentally come to terms with the fact that we both were ending long searches, having been mauled by life perhaps a bit too much. James began a slow rhythm, arching his neck as the sensations pulsed through his entire body. I could feel his heartbeat, his breathing, his temperature, his sweat, and his very insides, as well as the rapidly building excitations and waves of emotions. "Oh, Kev," he breathed. "Yeah babe. Close." He nodded. I gripped him tightly and he held onto my arm, tensions rising quickly. His whole body went rigid, causing mine to do the same. Another first for me. We both shook as wave after wave of energy seemed to course through our bodies like electricity. No time went by. It actually seemed to stand still, suspending and marking our memories forever with its content. James pulled me in tighter, and sighed. "Don't let go, Kev," and squinched his eyes tight, a few tears escaping. Whispering softly I said, "I can't think of a single reason why I would want to do that, babes," and kissed him behind his ear. "Good," he smiled, and we laid there for a while just chilling. After a bit, I said, "Um, you do have a maid that comes in to make the coffee, right?" He smiled that little-boy smile and shook his head no, blonde hair cascading back and forth. "Am I to understand that this normally your job in the mornings?" I asked in a overacted tone. He nodded, smiling still. "Hmmm. So this is now my job, to get the coffee going so that we might once again be able to conquer the world?" He nodded again, amused by my antics. "Alright," I sighed emphatically, "I'm off to set into motion the future," and I slipped out of the covers and headed for the kitchen. "Kev?" James said. "Yeah?" I stopped and turned toward him. "We already did that," and he smiled warmly at me. "I know, babes," and I smiled big at him and headed off to the kitchen. "Kev?" "Yeah?" "Kiss." I laughed and walked back to the couch and crawled over to him. He rolled over onto his back and I kissed him lightly at first on the top of his head (I LOVED kissing his head), his forehead, his nose, and then his lips. We separated and I pushed up from him a bit and smiled big. "Morning, James." "Morning, Kev," and he smiled back, a very happy boy. "Doesn't take long to make coffee. Don't be gone too long." I smiled, and was off. We talked over coffee, and were once again in chit-chat mode. We already knew we liked each other a lot, that we loved hanging together, that we could trust each other to be there, and that each of us had an intuitive sense about the other. We knew we could help each other, have fun, be serious, and take each other to the stars in bed. So we talked about life, about our views on different things, our beliefs in God, religion in general, good places to eat, movies that we liked, and places we'd like to go someday. We took a shower that was heavy on soap suds and hugs, and which ended with the hot water suddenly turning to cold. We couldn't for the life of us figure out why the hot water running for over 45 minutes would deplete the hot water heater. Go figure. We were out of the shower and dressed, and James was shaking his head back and forth to get his hair all evened out. He stopped because I was staring at him, and smiled. He flipped his hair back with that head motion that never ceased to send me, and walked over to hug me. "Close is good," he said, smiling. "Yup. That," I returned. We stood that way for a long time. It just felt so good, hugging him, with his hugging back with as much joy. We separated and smiled, both sighing at nearly the same time. "Should we have breakfast, or lunch?" I asked. "Wait. Where'd the maid go?" he teased. "No, we're not going through that again," I teased back. He laughed, and we decided on your wholesome, American "breakfast at Denny's". As it turned out, by the time we got there it was only about 9 o'clock, much to our surpise. James hauled out his meds case and set out his morning pills. "How long have you been on the meds?" I asked. "Uh, a little over a year I guess. We've switched a few around here and there, but, yeah, about a year." "Ok, cool. Thanks," I said, not knowing what else to say. He smiled sheepishly, "S'ok." "Uh. Do you mind if I ask how you're feeling in general? I mean...." He wagged his head a little in response, "Well, generally ok I guess, but there are some days where I'm just tired as hell. Not really sleepy tired, but just worn out. Kinda strange. It's not all the time, but frequently enough I guess to where you could say it was part of the routine." I nodded and smiled back at him. It was pretty new to me, but over a year-old routine for this boy who'd been subjected to one of life's harshest cruelties at 16-plus years old. When he cried, he looked like he was about 11. When he talked to me about life and his views of the world, I would have sworn he was thrice that. When he talked about his infection, he looked like someone who'd been handed a "to be cashed in at any time" death sentence. I could only shake my head. "What?" he asked caringly. "You're an amazingly strong person, James." "I'm much better now," he smiled a big Cheshire smile at me on my behalf. "Yeah, me too babes. Way." We finished breakfast and toodled out Hwy 8 to Ocean Beach, and walked and talked along the shore. It was like a movie, with sea gulls in the air, the wind blowing our hair, and being in the presence of someone that I'd totally flipped over. We hugged for a long time and felt the wind, listened to the sea, enjoying a new harmony in our lives. James asked me what time it was, and I was looking for my little wrist-watch without a wrist band that I had in my pocket. "Uh, not quite 11," I announced. "Thanks. Hey, I've got a few things to do this afternoon and stuff, but if you want you're welcome to come over this evening," and he purposefully batted his eyes at me. I laughed out loud. "NOT fair, I cry foul! Foul, I say!" to which he cracked up also. As it turned out I had things to do with the family I was staying with, and it'd be Sunday afternoon when I could see James again, so it worked out well for us anyway. After our beach walk we drove back to his condo and chatted for a sec, and then it was time to go. Boy, this was a LOT harder than I thought it would be, but after some nice hugs, kisses, with sparkly green eyes batted at me again, I ventured out his front door to my car. It was a long walk to my vehicle. It was even a longer drive back home. How in the heck was I supposed to function? I had hundreds of things zinging through my head while I was with him and we were engaged in talking or watching a movie or whatever. Now with fewer things to occupy my mind, it seemed like the Zing Factor had increased by five. I missed James already, and it'd only been 3 minutes. I laughed aloud at myself. Yeah, piece of cake. NOT. James later told me that after he was done with his errands and with the people he had to see, he went back to his condo and laid on the couch and just stared at the ceiling. Yup, totally understand, babe.