Date: Mon, 30 Apr 2001 10:20:32 EDT
From: Recklissmind@aol.com
Subject: first-boyfriend-series/ chapter 6

Here it is, fellas... Chapter 6. It's a lot sooner than I thought it would
be, but what can I say? I had some inspiration. (That's you, Tony!)  :-)

Enjoy!!
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      The first thing I felt as I opened my eyes the next morning was my
stomach being stroked. I still wasn't sure where I was or how I had gotten
there. The fact that my eyes don't want to work first thing in the morning
didn't aid me in finding out either. A few seconds after my eyes opened
however, I got the sweetest reminder possible. The most tender, succulent
lips were beseeching the return of affection from my own. I knew those
lips.  Every crevice of skin identified them to me as Zack's.

      "Wake up, love," he whispered sweetly. "Let's go get some breakfast."
I smiled rubbing my eyes. My vision came into focus just in time to see
Zack donning the boxers that were on the floor from the night before. I got
out of bed and followed his lead. We went down to the kitchen where he
started right off rattling pans and clinking bowls.

      Belgian waffles with fresh strawberries and whipped cream, egg
omelets, and bacon. I was impressed! Everything was so spectacularly
presented on my plate and it hadn't taken him long at all.
      "You're amazing," I conceded.
      "Well, like I told you, I've been doing this since I was twelve," he
said modestly.
      "Well you look like a pro... with the exception of the 'boxers'
motif, of course."
      A blush and a smile came to his face.
      "You should consider doing this professionally," I suggested.
      "I have," he admitted, "I'm just not sure yet. I love cooking, that's
for sure, I just want to be certain that it's what I want to do for the
rest of my life."
      "Well at least keep it in mind," I requested.
      "One thing that I am sure of about the rest of my life is who I want
to spend every waking moment with," he smiled as his glance shifted from
his plate to me.

      I took his hand in mine and we sat there through the rest of
breakfast in silence. It was understood that no words were necessary. The
feeling was enough: that feeling you get when you find out exactly how
someone feels about you. I hadn't stated my feelings in so many words, but
I didn't need to. I knew that he was aware that I felt the same way.

      After breakfast, Zack suggested that we take a shower. I agreed. We
let our plates sit there on the table and scurried up the stairs to the
bathroom that was connected to his room. His bathroom was just as big as my
entire bedroom! I think I could have lived in there! The bathtub was huge.
"How about a bath instead?" he more said than asked. Before I could grunt
my accordance he turned the water on and put the plug in place.

      He slid his boxers back off and turned around. Seeing that I was
still in awe, he laughed and swiped my boxers from my loins to match his
body's nakedness. He opened his linen closet, took out a bottle of scented
bath oil, and poured it liberally into the running water. Then he shut off
the water and climbed in, placing the bottle of oil on the wall of the
tub. Again I followed. I placed my body between his muscular thighs, my
back up against his viral chest. He pulled my head back gently to rest on
his shoulder, and planted a little kiss on my forehead.

      Then he began rubbing the intoxicatingly scented water onto every
part of my body that wasn't submerged. After I was covered he started to
massage my shoulders and neck. It felt wonderful! "Ooooh.... can I take
back what I said about you being a chef?" I asked. "Now I'm thinking you
could be a masseur!" I joked. "Eh," he hesitated, "I'm pretty sure I
couldn't last all day rubbing bodies." "Good, because I don't want you
feeling up other guys anyway." He splashed me and I splashed back. Then I
cocked my head around and pecked him on the cheek.

      He went on to massage the front of my arms. That had never been done
to me before. I had no idea it would feel so good! There were chills in
every part of my body. I thought I'd be looking at my brain if I let my
eyes roll any further back in my head. "Mmmm, you're too good to me!" I
said in pure ecstasy. "Oh? Do you want me to stop?" he teased. "Because I
could..."  "No!"  I protested quickly, cutting him off. "It's just that you
do everything for me and I don't anything for you. What can I do in
return?"

      "Well," he said, pausing to think. "To quote a famous song, 'Love me,
that's all I ask of you.'" "Phantom!" I exclaimed. "You know Phantom??"
"Inside and out," he confirmed. Phantom of the Opera had always been my
favorite musical. Not many people knew that about me because then I'd lose
my status as a school icon for sure. It mattered back then for some reason.

      "I never would have guessed," I replied.

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Well I hope you liked it. I apologize for all the cliches I used. The ideas
were flowing but the creativity wasn't. Keep emails comin' ....

Recklissmind@aol.com.
      Chapter 7, coming up.....