Date: Thu, 21 Jan 1999 00:31:16 PST
From: Lking 4you <lmtdedition@hotmail.com>
Subject: What A Wonderful World - Part 9
DISCLAIMER:
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The following story is a continuing work of fiction depicting a
consensual sexual relationshipbetween an adult male and a young
male teen. Any similarities between the characters and someone
in real life is purely coincidental. If you are under the age
of 18, or do not approve of adult/youth relationships, or the
subject matter is not legal in the area where you reside, please
do not read any further. The author welcomes any comments or
constructive criticisms. Pleasedirect your comments to:
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Authors Note: I would encourage you to read the first 8 parts
before beginning Part 9, as this is an evolution of their story.
I wish to thank all of you that have written with your appreciation
and words of encouragement as this story has unfolded. If is for
all of you that I write.
"What A Wonderful World" - Part 9
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Part 9
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I don't know about you, but when most people try to sleep with
someone wrapped in their arms, it is next to impossible to get
comfortable. I think most people's body temperatures are such that
the heat makes their skin stick together. The next thing you know
you are rolling away and making yourself at home in your own little
world. Not so with Kevin and me. Every time we slept together,
whether it was the room temperature or what I have come to feel is
our own special synergism, we wouldn't have slept well if we weren't
snuggled up closely together.
It took but a millisecond once my subconcious kicked me awake to
realize that Kevin's long slender erection was still resting within
the moist channel where it had been when he had fallen asleep last
night. I remember feeling it withdraw somewhat, as it softened just
before I had nodded off, but now as he lay sleeping, his arm wrapped
under mine holding me softly, the warm pleasant hardness filled me with
the same afterglow feelings that it had last night. Common sense would
dictate that he was just having what we boys affectionately call the
good old morning "piss hardon". Hey, I had one myself at that very
moment, but as I lay there contemplating whether or not to slide away
from him to get some bladder relief, I could feel some stirring movements
that began with a slow push of his cock deeper inside.
Have you ever been in one of those situations where you had to flip
the mental coin for a decision? Well, that was what I was doing as
Kevin's hips began a slow forward and backward movement, a sort of
sensual gyration that clearly was driven by an inner force. It wasn't
like him to just begin this without acknowledging me first, especially
since we had just awoken. Or had we? Other than the slight increase
in his in-and-out motions, as he used the sleeve of my loins to
masturbate his cock, there were no signs at all that he wasn't still
sleeping.
Believe me, this had never happened to me before. Kevin had to be
dreaming, because he sure wasn't awake!! My lover was being drawn into
some subconscious nocturnal erotica, wrought within the recesses of his
inner mind. He was beginning an intense "wet dream" with me as both the
witness and participant. The proof of that was the fact that the only
movement was in his groin. The rest of his body showed very few signs
of what was obviously being played out on the screen of his mind.
Other than a very deep mewing noise that was lodged somewhere in his
throat, and an occasional set of short quick breaths, only his cock was
responding to the hidden Lothario that had seized control. I gave myself
over to him, the coin toss victory was his.
For the next few minutes, I lay there marveling and wondering about
what he was dreaming, then as quickly as it began it climaxed. One lone
gasp, a long slow thrust and his incredibly hard shaft began to quiver
and pulsate. His seed spewed forward, spilling inside me. I could feel
the liquid spread further from the power of its release. He just sort of
rocked his head from side to side slowly, rubbing his nose into my neck,
then slowly tightened his arm around me, as he had last night, and that
was it. "Man was that incredible or what," I thought to myself. The
friction he had caused across my prostate had stirred my own desires, but
the need to get into that bathroom, far outweighed any thoughts to the
contrary. Two minutes later I pulled myself away from him, and made my
way into the bathroom, sat down on the stool, leaned forward and drained
both ends at once. I knew it had happened, but I still couldn't believe it.
I decided to let him sleep. Closing the bathroom door and turning on
the shower, I began my morning ritual and mentally planned our day. It
was still early, and I was glad I hadn't set the alarm. Twenty minutes
later, I quietly entered the bedroom wearing my favorite terrycloth robe
and sat down next to him, just gazing down at his wonderful face. I leaned
slowly over him and felt his shallow, warm breath as it exhaled through his
nostrils and entered my nose. I was inches from his eyes, when they
flickered and slowly opened to greet me. A tender smile spread across his
face, and his arms encircled my head and pulled my lips to his.
"Morning," he said, as he sat up and stretched like a puppy just out
of his nap, yawning wide enough to count his molars, the back of his throat
contracting into a perfect circle. "Gosh your hair's wet, have you already
had your shower?" he asked as his slender fingers caressed my face in
recognition of me already having my time in the bathroom and my duties
fulfilled. "Man, I was wanting to shower together this morning too, and
now I've missed it," he groaned teasingly.
"Here, I think you can use this," I grinned, handing him a still warm,
moist washcloth and motioning down to his groin. His soft flaccid penis
was shining brightly reflecting the mixture of his recent ejaculation and
tinged with the faint traces of having been recently within me.
"What the...?" he bolted upright, his eyes locked intently on his
crotch. "When did that happen?" he asked, his face looking alternately
back and forth from mine to his groin, with a look of incredulous wonder.
His eyes became fixed on mine, a deep questioning look on his face. I
grinned wider and wider, as his questioning continued, and his face went
from pink to crimson, as the rpm's of his heart went from 65 to 180,
in 1.2 seconds. "Oh God," he moaned, as he jumped out of bed and stood
there with the washcloth pasted to his cock, as if he was one of his
younger prepubescent team mates intent on hiding himself. At that point
I lost it, the laughter spewing forth with ever increasing intensity.
This was one of those lifetime moments, and the few seconds it took place
to unfold will be with me forever.
"Try to think about any really good dreams you had sleeping," I
smiled as I gently pulled him close and kissed his forehead. "I think
that might help explain it," I said. "You better get your shower, while
I call the office and make plans for our trip," I said as he stood there
with the most amazingly puzzled look on his face. I could almost see
his mind searching its memory banks for the answer to what had happened.
"Hurry up kiddo, we've got a big day ahead of us," I stated as I patted
him on his butt, removed his medals from around his neck, and motioned
towards the bathroom.
"Oh...uh..OK," he answered, as he turned and walked slowly away.
He was still half detached trying to reason the answers as I began to
get dressed.
"Don't forget to pack your toothbrush," I hollered over the sound
of the shower running. "I'll finish packing and meet you downstairs when
your finished," I shouted. Hearing no answer, I walked into the bathroom
and repeated myself.
"Sure, OK, I'll be right down," he answered, still seemingly lost in
thought. I chuckled to myself as I snapped my suitcase closed and started
towards the hallway. I was halfway down the landing when Kevin's voice
echoed throughout the house.
"Holy shit!! Ooohhh Jesus....Mason," he yelled, the ultimate
realization having finally been worked out. I thought I was going to
tumble down the spiral staircase; I was absolutely hysterical by this
point. Ten minutes later as I sat on a barstool at the kitchen counter,
he raced down the stairs and slid into the kitchen like homeplate was all
his. I casually raised my head to be greeted with his face shining in a
knowing grin.
"Figure it out, did you?" I asked, flashing a sly smile to him.
"I sure as hell did, but how did you know?" he asked, as his piqued
curiosity was getting the better of him.
"Let's just say that one of us wasn't sleeping at the time," I
laughed and got up and pulled him close. "It was one 'awesome' experience
though Kevin; one I will never forget," I beamed. "It was me in your dream,
wasn't it?" I teased as I stared into his eyes.
"You'd better believe it!!" he gushed.
"Well, it's nice to know you can have me in your dreams too," I smiled.
"And it's nice that I was there at the time too," I grinned. "We sure have
one special relationship," I added. "Now grab yourself something to eat
while I call the office and Chicago and get reservations for tonight,"
I said.
As I made contact with the office, Kevin was hurriedly shoving some
toast and juice into his face. I watched with wonder as he grabbed the
bags and looked inquisitively at me for keys. I handed him the ones for
the Explorer, preferring the high profile and extra security it provides
for the long drive and city traffic. By the time I had secured the
reservations to the Chicago Hilton and Towers, one of my favorite places,
he was standing in the doorway jumping up and down like a kid waiting to
get to his presents on Christmas morning. "Hurry, let's go," he said,
as I finally hung up the phone.
"Ok...ok.. why don't you back out the car, while I drain my bladder
one more time and we'll be on our way," I laughed. As I stood in the
half bath relieving myself, I could hear the garage door go up and the
engine racing. "Typical teen driver," I mused to myself, remembering
how my father used to jump all over me for having too much lead in my foot.
As I walked into the bright early morning Indiana sunshine and the garage
door slid closed behind me, there sat Kevin behind the wheel, grinning
ear to ear.
I walked to the driver's side and opened the door, only to be greeted
with a big sensuous kiss and his glowing face. "Can I drive, please?" he
asked. "Just down to the county road...not any further," he added.
I spoke not a word, but circled the front of the vehicle, my eyes
never leaving his as he followed my progress. As I slipped into the
passenger seat, he gave an audible "Yahooooo!!" and we were off.
Fifteen minutes later and 3/4ths of the way down the county road, which
I had ultimately given into his pleading to drive also, he parked on the
shoulder, and we shared a hug on the side of the road and swapped places.
A half hour later we were sailing north on I-65 and "sweet home, Chicago".
Now there are times when someone is talking a mile a minute and you
just sort of tune out the words, but not now. Kevin didn't stop talking
for more than two minutes in a stretch, as he talked about everything that
popped into his head. He was just so alive. So animated and excited.
Here we were, my Kevin and I....off for a romantic weekend together.
I watched as the morning sun rose in the sky, the light changing his skin
tones, making his face radiant in hues. I gazed at him whenever I could,
and just marveled at how extraodinarily handsome he looked. I lost track
of the number of times we laughed hysterically, or how often he would hold
my hand in his lap, or smile at me, sometimes almost in awe. I think we
both knew that we were experiencing a piece of what our life would be like
together when he finally was able to come home to stay. This was the most
decent and natural and wonderful way to enjoy our love. Just being in each
other's presence, and knowing there was no place else that we would rather
be than together.
I've had 100 mile trips that seemed to take days, but the much longer
trip into Chicago seemed to go at light speed. It was still late morning
when we negotiated the interchanges on I-80, caught the I-90 tollway and
exited onto Lake Shore Drive. Lake Michigan was as blue as a rare Asian
Sapphire, not a cloud in the sky as we turned onto South Michigan Avenue
and pulled the Explorer to a stop in front of the Hilton Towers. Kevin's
jaw was in a semi-permanent slack of wonder, as his head tilted back to
gaze upward at the imposing building. "Awesome," was all he could manage
to get out over and over, as we entered the lobby. "Don't we have to go
and register?" he asked as I steered him to the special towers elevator.
"There's a special registration for guests in the suites," I grinned,
and pushed 25 on the control panel. We exited on the top floor to be
greeted by the warm smile of the concierge.
"Your suite is all ready Mr. Langley. We are so pleased to have the
two of you with us. I am Reuben Gerard," he said. "Is there anything I
can do for you, or that you require," he asked, looking at both Kevin and
me, recognizing we shared equally in our stay. "What about you sir?" he
said, taking Kevin's hand in greeting.
"Uh, no, not that I can think of," Kevin gushed, showing the obvious
signs of being impressed.
"Then let me show you two gentlemen to your suite," Reuben said and,
giving me a friendly wink, led us down the hallway to our suite. "I will
be on duty until 11:00 PM tonight, and if there is anything at all I can
do to make your stay pleasant, please do not hesitate to call on me," he
said as he drew open the drapes, the magnificent view over Grant Park and
the vast expanse of the lake beyond greeting us. I slipped a twenty
dollar bill into his hand as one of the staff opened our bags and carefully
unpacked our clothes, stowing everything carefully away. I was captivated
by how Kevin just stood there watching the way he was being received.
It was obvious he was awestruck, and I inwardly beamed that I had chosen
to treat us both to such style. I wanted this getaway to be special for
him. And I wanted it to signal the beginning of our independance together.
No sooner had the bellman slipped the gratuity into his pocket and
closed the door behind him, leaving us at last alone, Kevin rushed across
the room and jumped into my arms, wrapping his legs around my waist. The
force of his movements caused me to fall backwards onto the kingsize bed,
and we rolled over and over laughing like children, until our lips met
and our breathing slowed, our eyes searching deep within the pools of the
other. We lay there tightly embraced as our supple lips nibbled on one
another, our tongues slowly making forays seeking their counterpart out.
If there was ever a moment in time when the world was sheer bliss, this
was it.
"What would you like to see or do first?" I asked, slowly pulling
away and sitting up. Kevin lay there his arms behind his head, his eyes
slowly scanning the room. "How about checking out the rest of our
suite?" I teased, as his arms stretched out to pull me back in.
"Yeah, this is totally awesome,"....there he said it again. He took
my hand and led me into the adjoining sitting room. The entire room was
filled with opulent furnishings, the trademark cherry wood furniture
reflecting the meticulous care, shining with warmth. "Mason, look at
this," Kevin gushed as he swung open french doors revealing a big screen
television and in-room stereo system. "Oh wow," he said as he pulled the
drapes to reveal the private sun deck beyond. "I could live here forever,"
he gushed, then just as quickly he turned and pointedly said "except for
Loch Haven of course," he smiled. "Where's the bathroom, I gotta go?" he
squirmed, unconsciously tugging at his crotch as a two year-old would.
"Just off the bedroom; come on you should love this," I said, taking
his hand once again and leading him into the bedroom and opening the door
to the bath. "Go ahead, check it out," I laughed as his eyes widened,
and he just stood there almost afraid to enter. Then as if the starter's
pistol had gone off at one of his meets, he bolted inside and looked
everywhere at once. "Unreal," he said as he stood next to the sunken
Italian marble tub, its polished brass fixtures glowing like Midas' gold.
Everywhere he turned, the warmth of brass and marble shown brightly.
I don't know what impressed him most, whether it was the huge sunken tub,
or the floor to ceiling glass wall that, when the drapes were pulled back,
gave a magnificent view down on Grant Park and the harbor beyond, the
white spires of the hundreds of sailing yachts moored within, and the
never-ending calm waters of Lake Michigan stretching across the horizon.
I also stood there in awe, looking out on this wonderful sight.
As I stood there watching two distant lovers embracing, as they stood
on one of the seawalls, I heard Kevin exclaim loudly, "What the hell is
this?" I turned to see him looking down at the two marble fixtures side
by side. He had slipped his flacid penis out through his jeans and was
relieving himself into the toilet and half-bending over examining the twin
to his commode sans the same fixtures.
"That's the bidet," I said, placing my hand on his shoulder as he
shook his penis three times, pushed his butt backward, and tucked it safely
away.
"The bid...what?" he asked bending over and inspecting it more closely.
"It's for the ladies to use," I answered, silently chuckling to myself.
"Where's the lid?" he asked matter of factly, as his forehead wrinkled
with obvious puzzlement.
With that question, I couldn't hold it in and began laughing. "No,
no," I said. "Bidet is french for 'small horse,'" I began. "Women straddle
it and wash their genitals," I explained. Now this really had him intrigued!
"But why in the world wouldn't they just take a bath like the rest of
us?" he asked leaning over and looking even more closely. Now there are
only a few times in my memory, when the evil streak just sort of grabbed me
uncontrollably, and this was one of them. As Kevin was centered over the
marble opening, I slid my foot over and pressed the brass lever on the floor
next to it. What I wouldn't give to have a picture of Kevin's face as the
powerful jet of water hit him squarely in the face. If his recoil had been
any stronger it would have probably broken his neck! If you want a picture
of a grown man falling on the floor and laughing hysterically, then you'd
better snap it now.
Here was Kevin standing there with his face and shirt covered with
water, the most startled look you ever saw. I had just douched my lover's
wonderful face, and almost lost control of my bladder. I pulled myself up
with the help of his hand, and wrapped my arms around him. Mostly to fend
off a counterattack I think, but began apologizing for my actions as the
humor of the moment took him over too, and, thank God, he also started to
laugh. "Women straddle it and then press this lever and the stream of water
washes their crotch and hole," I explained. "The French designed it for
sanitary purposes," I said, all the while trying to settle down.
"Straddle it how?" he asked.
"Like this," I demonstrated, sliding my legs apart coming to rest in
the appropriate postion. Now I consider myself to be a fairly astute
observer, and not easily taken in. I even thought up to this point that
I knew Kevin pretty damn well. But the second I squatted, I was rewarded
by a blast of water to my pelvis as Kevin hit the pedal, then sprinted out
of the room in hysterics. "Gotcha!" was all I caught, as I looked down at
my soaked crotch. "Touche," I began laughing, the score evened and then
some. It's a good thing the suite wasn't any bigger, and he wasn't any
better at hiding, or the weekend might have been uneventful, as I finally
dragged him still laughing from under the bed.
"You know something Mason, that's what I love about us," he said as
we stood next to the bed and he wrapped his arms around me. "We love each
other so much, that we can also play tricks on each other, knowing we can
do it because we know the other will understand," he said. He was right of
course. Part of loving is being able to to trust the other's love even in
just such a way. His wisdom went way beyond his years, and it never failed
to remind me of just how much we were in love.
"Well, it's time for lunch, are you hungry?" I asked. "We can go over
to the Navy Pier and sample about a hundred different cuisines," I said.
"Not just yet," he sighed, as he lay his head on my chest. As quickly
as the laughter faded, his need had been stirred. I often think of how
closely emotions are tied together. Insanity so close to genius. Laughter
so close to love. Joy so close to tears. And each can be sprung on us so
suddenly sometimes, as the senses overwhelm you without warning. "Make
love with me Mason, I really need you right now," he said, sliding both
hands in my pockets, bringing them together and encircling my cock. I
could sense his urgency, the deep welling need. In the time we had spent
together we had found the responses, identified the desires of one another,
and reacted each time in such an honest and loving way.
We separated our bodies, but our eyes never left each other's. Clothes
were dropped at our sides, flesh exposed once again as if for the first time.
I watched incredulously as his penis swelled before my eyes. We climbed to
the center of the bed, and entangled our warm bodies. No one had ever aroused
me like Kevin does. Nothing I had ever done, no one I had ever been with
came close to the feelings I get when his long slender arms are wrapped
around my back. I don't know how we communicate so well, with words never
being uttered. We just seem to find the similitude of the other's thoughts
as the sex begins. I know there must be a special aura that surrounds us
when we make love. It shelters us, protects us, yet stimulates us to ever
escalating heights.
We held each other tightly, the rhythm of our groins starting slowly,
our swollen cocks pressed ever harder against each other. I could feel the
initial spasms within the crown of my penis, each one releasing the clear
pre-cum which served to lubricate both of us. In turn, his long slow
thrusts deposited the seepage that flowed from him. I marveled at the
solicitous need each time his long tongue penetrated my lips. I closed
my lips around it, sucking on it like a small phallus, and he moaned and
gasped, then sucked my tongue deep into his mouth, our saliva lubricating
each probing action. We writhed in sensuous passion, our breathing growing
deeper and deeper. My hands explored across his delicate but strong
shoulders, then pulled him closer as they reached the small of his back.
His skin was so soft, like the pelt of moleskin, yet warm and luxuriant.
As my hand slid up over the fleshy mound of his ass, he thrust his pelvis
forward and shivered expectantly.
I traced the thin line that began at the triangle in the center of his
lower back, going ever so slowly downward into the trench that led to his
wondrous hole. Kevin groaned and sucked in his stomach and arched his back
as my finger tenderly scraped across his rose pink hairless hole. As if in
a perfectly choreographed movement, we rotated our bodies, instinctively
coming to rest with our cocks presented to each other, the object of our
mutual desires at our mouths.
I slipped my middle finger into my mouth, wetting it profusely, then
returned to the portal of his sphincter, and slowly began rotating the flesh.
He pressed himself against my hand, expectant and demanding for my finger to
enter. Slowly it was drawn in, swallowed by the velvet channel of his warm
hole. I began gently rotating my finger, searching for the nub of his
prostate, and at the moment I brushed against it for the first time, he let
out a gasp and swallowed me whole. I felt his finger searching for my own
hole, and shifted to give him access. He was gentle but firm and my body
quaked as it slid in, and he began short coital thrusts, as he hungrily
sucked my cock.
Before my eyes his long slender cock rose in all its splendor.
Rivulets of egested juices coated the cherry pink cap and flowed down both
sides. Save for the long thick urethra, not a vein bulged from the long
slender shaft. I wanted to just savor the sight this salient penis
presented. My tongue began washing across the tender skin, collecting the
rich sweet emoliant. Each time my tongue flicked across the apex, his cock
twitched and released even more of the wonderful fluid.
I closed my mouth and eyes, and drew him in, a slow degression until
his rich brown hairs were against my lips. His musk flowed into my
nostrils, the faint trace of the richer musk from his groin wafting up to
my senses. Kevin pushed himself down further on my own swollen member and
he began to thrust his hips. Each time his cock reached deeply I massaged
his prostate and he groaned. I was lost in the passion. He did to me what
I did to him. His long slender finger within me, lovingly caressed my
insides, as his mouth suctioned harder and faster, demanding the release
of his desires.
Kevin's body spasmed, and he froze. I felt the upswell begin as the
shaft expanded in my mouth. I pulled back just holding the crown and felt
it quiver. I brushed my hand over his smooth balls which had tightened so
close to his groin, tugged downward sharply and slowly dragged my finger
one last time across the nub of his prostate. He released me, sucked in a
long breath and screamed, and the viscous fluids jettisoned upward and
flooded my mouth. From sweet pre-cum to rich seminal ejecta all in one
thrust. His warm semen spewed forth stimulating my senses. I held his
cockhead, feeling the spurts fill my mouth, the force so strong as his
orgasm wracked his body. Three, four and another, powerful shots of his
milk fed me. A sixth contraction and I swallowed, the rich gift once
again to become part of my body, renewing our love pact. He continued to
shiver uncontrollably as the last several pulsations deposited the rest
he had to give.
Before I could regain my composure, he was once more taking me in,
and within seconds and without warning even to myself, I came. My mind
went black as my seed erupted, and I could hear his soft long humming,
the vibrations sending electric shockwaves throughout my body. Every
nerve synchronized in one cataclysmic finale, and my body turned inside
out. From deep within the reaches of my soul, like heat-lightning splayed
across the dark heavens, my body gave up to him. I tried to gain some
balance, only the back of my head and one heel touched the bed. I came
with such force, that Kevin momentarily gagged as the velocity hit the
back of his throat. Then he began hungrily swallowing as fast as I
presented him with the expulsion of my own juices. I can never remember
feeling an orgasm that held so much fluid, and he wanted all I could
produce and more.
Don't ever let anyone tell you that coming down from the high isn't
as wonderful as the ride, because as we lay there once again, the residue
of our cum, being mixed tenderly within our mouths, the afterglow was so
secure and deep. My lover and I had made love together, and that is what
life is about. In our world, no need to give was greater than the others,
nor the desire to take. We kissed and petted each other and reveled in
the experience we had equally shared. Only the knowledge that the future
would bring these same wonderful feelings time and time again, would allow
us to separate and gather ourselves back to "the world", back to our special
weekend.
"Well, what'll it be Kevin?" I asked, breaking the daydreaming stares
we both had, as we stood with our arms around each other at the window and
gazed at the crystal blue waters of the lake. "Chicago awaits," I said.
"We can go to the pier, get something to eat first, then why don't you
choose, whatever you want. I love everything here," I said. "We are only
blocks away from so much to do. We can go to the Shedd Aquarium, the Field
Museum, or the Museum of Science and Industry. Or take a leisurely walk
along the 'magnificent mile' and stop when the mood strikes you," I continued.
"Yeah, I want to do it all Mason," he answered. "As long as I can do it
with you," he smiled. "But I am so hungry all of a sudden," he grinned.
"Lets go down to the pier and eat and then we can decide from there," he
said. "I remember my mom getting mad at me for wading in this really big
fountain," he laughed. "Is that around here?""
"Yes, that is Buckingham Fountain," I smiled. "And of course we can
do either the Observatory at the John Hancock Center or the Skydeck at the
Sears Tower too, but we should do that at night," I said. "And if you feel
like a ferris wheel ride, we can always go back to the Navy pier before
coming back to the hotel," I offered.
"Sounds, great to me," he gushed. "I just can't believe we are here,
and more important, we are together for the next three days too," he said.
What a thrill it was for the both of us as we sat at the "Greek
Express" restaurant voraciously eating the best gyros you ever tasted,
and just savoring the moments. I don't know how Kevin managed to down two
of them, because they are huge. "Must be that mystical hollow leg again,"
I thought to myself. "I've got room for some baklava for desert, what
about you," I asked as Kevin was downing his second refill of Coke.
"Yes, please," he said, "but this is my treat, because Maggs gave me
some money from my account and I want to take care of this," he said. As
the waiter cleared our plates, and deposited the baklava and a coffee for
me, I wondered what Kevin meant by "account". "What is your account'
Kevin?" I asked.
"Well, Dad was an only child and my grandparents were really well off,
ya know, and Dad also had a separate insurance policy that I was the
beneficiary on, just in case anything ever happened to him," he explained.
"So when Dad died, everything went into a trust fund for me, for my college
and all, and for when I turn 21. But Mom is the trustee and can draw money
from the interest for me to have in case I ever need or want anything,"
he explained. "I told Maggs that I didn't want you to have to be paying
all the time for everything, since you and me....well you know...we are
partners and all," he smiled. "Would you believe I have over $200,00.00
in the bank?" he grinned. "Nobody knows except Mom, and of course Craig,
since it is in his bank, but I really never think about it, because we just
get along ok, and that's why I didn't even think to tell ya before now,"
he laughed. "So this is my treat, and no arguments," he cackled.
I had never really thought about money and Kevin before. I didn't
care if he was penniless or rich. I loved him and knew that no matter
what he would be successful one day, having his own income and profession.
I was in awe at how matter-of-fact he was about his inheritance, and at the
same time proud that having access to money just wasn't important to him.
He knew his priorities, and I am sure felt more secure knowing he would be
able to support himself. But as he proudly paid for lunch and tipped the
waiter for the terrific service, I felt more at ease about his contribution
to our special time here together.
Following lunch we took a walk thru the 60 acres that is the pride of
Chicago and then crashed in one of the Shoreline water taxis and had a
leisurely ride enjoying the fresh air and sunshine. I wish you could have
seen the look of recognition on Kevin's face as we approached Buckingham
Fountain. He had that devil-may-care look on his face as I watched him
strip off his hightops and socks, roll up his jeans, and stand calf-deep
in water as he had done so long ago with Maggs. Sometimes it just helps
to go back to places you have enjoyed so much, and live them over again
with someone special While Kevin was a man-child in all his glory, I knew
that he would never loose his enthusiasm for life, nor his sensitivity for
others.
The same held true for our trip to the Field Museum. As we walked
through the various exhibits, he kept telling me about this one or that
one that the anthropologist Maggs had taken painstaking time to teach him
about as young child. I knew that the roots of the thirst for knowledge
that Kevin has, could have very well been rooted in this very place.
What suprised and please me most was his holding my hand as we walked
through the tunnel under Lake Shore Drive and exited at the Shedd Aquarium.
I was so glad I remembered to bring the mini-cam and captured as much of
this on tape. For a Friday afternoon, the aquarium was very quiet. We even
paused in the dimly lit inner reaches, and kissed tenderly twice when no one
was around.
By 7:00 PM we were back in our room changing for dinner. I was thankful
that Maggs had sent a sport coat and tie with Kevin. He looked absolutely
stunning as we walked into the exclusive "Towers Lounge" for dinner. We had
a quiet table for two with a beautiful view of the lake. As the sun set in
the west, and the lake began to darken, tiny twinkles of light from all the
small boats in the harbor and along the seawall were a breathtaking sight.
Kevin's manners were impeccable, as we savored prime rib and asparagus tips.
I even sneaked him a glass of wine, and we toasted our future while the
candlelight from the table danced in his eyes. I am not sure which was more
special, that candlelight dinner, or the day so far, but I knew as each
minute passed, we would remember this always.
"What do you say to changing and going over to the Skydeck at the
Sears Tower to finish off our day?" I asked.
"Sounds like a plan man," he said as he put both hands on his distended
stomach, and proudly announced, "I don't think I could eat another bite."
Given a choice, I'll take a Chicago cabbie anyday. The ride over to
the tower was actually enjoyable. Kevin slipped his hand into mine as we
rode through the streets, his eyes taking in the nighttime lights. It
could have been just the fact that we were together, but I tipped the older
gentleman heavily as we arrived.
"Wow, I almost pissed my pants," he giggled as we exited the elevator
at the top. "That thing really flies," he said. "I think my dinner is up
in my chest too," he laughed as he tugged my arm, and we made our way out
to the viewing area. I must admit his description was dead on. My own
butterflies were taking some time to settle down.
Why is it you get this awe-inspiring feeling when you are looking at
the world below from an airplane or such a magnificent building as this?
Maybe it is just a gentle reminder that as individuals we are just a tiny
part of the sphere we call home. If you ever saw the movie "Sleepless in
Seattle", then you know the feeling I had as Kevin and I stood side-by-side,
leaning as far outward as physically possible, trying to experience the
view as if we were gliding over the city. I had never been up here before,
and neither had Kevin. There weren't more than 8 or 9 other people there
when we arrived, and as we made our way around, taking in the spectacular
views, we suddenly found ourselves alone once again. I felt his strong
slender arms slink around my waist, and he pulled himself up close to me.
We stood there together, at peace with the world, knowing that for this
moment at least....this all belonged to only us.
"There's our hotel," he said as he pointed to the Hilton in the
distance. I swear to you, this is the truth. As we stood there in the
quiet, I could make out the image of a heart on the side of the building,
just like in that movie. "Let's go back and make love," Kevin said as he
faced me and pulled my face to his. His nose was cool as it rested against
mine, and his body just sort of melted against me. We had enjoyed such a
wonderful day, but we both knew it wouldn't be complete, without
consummating our love once again before falling asleep.
"Can you go on up ahead of me?" he asked as we strolled into the
lobby back at the Hilton. "I'll only be a few minutes, I want to look
through the gift shop, maybe pick up something for mom," he smiled.
"Go on," he nudged at me. "I can take care of myself," he grinned. "I
want to find you in that tub when I get there too," he giggled and as
the elevator opened, he shook his own room key at me and waved goodbye.
I think he wanted to have some independence, to show me he was capable of
being his own man. The feelings I had as I rode alone to our floor were not
so much my fear of his youth, but the feeling of being lonely without him.
I turned on the water in the sunken tub and lowered the lights to a
soft yellow hue, opening the drapes to let the view of the city and the
lights on the lake be seen. I stripped off my clothes and turned down the
covers, making our love nest ready for the time we would share. I slid
into the vast expanse of the soothing warm waters, flipped the switch on
the whirlpool jets, adjusted the volume and leaned back. What a terrific
time we had spent together today. I was so relaxed, the soft whir of the
whirlpool jets almost lulled me to sleep. I wasn't even aware that Kevin
had entered, until I felt his naked body slip on top of me and his arms
encircle my head.
"Hi lover," he said, as his soft lips met mine. "Miss me?" he asked,
as he kissed me on the nose, and then in turn on the forehead and each
cheek. His eyes were so loving, and the water enveloped us in a sheath of
warmth. "Here," he said, reaching over and lifting two champaign glasses
and handing me one. "A toast to our future and our love," he whispered
sweetly, as he clicked the crystal together, the sweet ping signaling
another gentle kiss.
"How in the world did you manage this?" I asked, as he tilted my
glass to my lips for me to sip the sweetness.
"Hehehehe, good old Reuben our concierge," he grinned. "I told him
I wanted to suprise my lover," Kevin said, as if everyone said such things.
"You told him what?!!" I asked incredulously.
"Just what I said," Kevin answered. "By the way, Reuben's gay too,"
he winked and gave me another kiss. "When I told him the champaign was
for me and my lover, he grinned and said 'no problem' and that he was gay
too. Then he suggested we try this Cinzano Asti Spumante and wished me
luck......So what do you think?" he mewed as his lips parted and a trickle
of the effervescent nectar entered my mouth.
"I think there might be something else in the water now besides you
and me," I laughed. "Kevin, you never cease to amaze me," I smiled. He
was beaming with joy. For the next half hour we cuddled in the soothing
waters, my arm behind him, his body nestled next to mine. We enjoyed the
moments, the lights on the lake, the sweet champaign, and a myriad of
sweet kisses."This has been an 'awesome' day,'" I said, pulling him on top
of me and wrapping my arms around him once again. "I love you so much
Kevin; I just don't know how I ever lived until you came into my life."
"I love you too Mason, and I will never ever leave you," he sighed,
tears welling up in his eyes.
"Is something wrong?" I asked as he pulled himself away from me and
stood up. His body was radiant from the heat of the water. His thick
pubic mound flush against his skin.
"No, nothing is wrong Mason, I'm just so happy to have found you
too," he said pulling me upward and wrapping his arms around me. "Come on,
let's go to bed," he smiled, climbing the stairs from the tub. I was so
grateful for the amenities of the hotel. Hanging on the hooks on the back
of the door were two soft white robes. We pampered and petted each other
as we stood under the heat lamp, drying each other off. I tousled his hair
and he playfully grabbed at my crotch, the faint stirrings and excitement,
that expectant feeling slowly rising within us.
As we walked hand in hand back into the bedroom, I could see he had
prepared the room for our night. The curtains were back, offering another
spectacular view, the lights were dimmed enough that we could sleep well,
but still offer our bodies to each other's gazes. Suddenly, I looked down
at the bed, and my attention was drawn to a slender box, wrapped in silver
paper and a red bow at the end. Underneath it was an envelope, and as I
reached over to pick the package up, Kevin slipped his arm around me and
simply said "For you, my love."
It is difficult to explain the tremendous rush of emotion I felt as I
reached for the box and card. My name was written beautifully in a perfect
calligraphy style. My hands were even trembling as I held them. Kevin lay
on his side in the middle of the bed and smiled sweetly as I opened the card
and began to read.
The yellow parchment card, had a simple line from one of Rod McKuen's songs:
"Whenever I am alone at night, I think of you"
Then, in Kevin's wonderful words:
"For all that you are....you are all that I ever hope to be.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for always being there
for me!"
I LOVE YOU MASON!
Kevin
I just couldn't open the box without pulling him to me and holding him
close. My eyes blurred, and the tears ran freely and unashamedly down my
face. "Oh, Kevin, I love you so much too!!" I said. He was crying too,
and we both sniffled at the same time, drawing a laugh and a sigh from us both.
"Go on, open it," he urged, placing the box back expectantly into my hands.
I carefully slipped the ribbon off, and the paper fell, revealing a white
box. I lifted the lid and gazed down at an exquisite gold and platinum ID
bracelet, my name in scroll script on the face. It was breathtaking!
"Read the inscription," he urged. I leaned under the light and read:
"Always lovers, Always friends - Kevin"
The dam burst. Nothing in my life had prepared me for such a moment.
I had never expected anything.....never had the opportunity to suspect.
I was so moved by the love that he had just expressed, I just clutched him
to me and cried like a baby. "I love you more than life itself, Kevin.
It is the most beautiful thing anyone has ever given me. I will cherish it
always and it will always be a symbol of our love. Thank you, thank you,
my love."
His delicate fingers closed the clasp and it fit perfectly on my wrist.
I looked into his teary eyes, and he whispered "I love you once again!"
We didn't need more words now to share the feelings we had. We only
needed each other, to be close....to be one with each other again.
Kevin's penis was harder than I had ever seen or felt it as I opened his
robe, and he sat up and kissed me tenderly. I was equally erect. Deep within
the spirit that bound us inexorably together the ache that we felt, the good
ache of love, was taking control once again.
We lay on our right sides, he spooned to me from behind. His arms were
wrapped around me as we lay quietly looking out the window, out into the
vast expanse that was the lake. He entered me tenderly, his sighs echoing
mine. His left hand cradled my swollen penis, his other held my left hand
as his fingers gently stroked the bracelet on my wrist. We rocked gently,
lovingly for almost an hour, before the desire to complete our union drew
his seed once again within me. My juices egested into his hand, and he
brought the essence of me to his lips and suckled his fingers to savor the
taste. I turned to him, and we kissed softly until the sweetness of sleep
drew us slowly down. I could only hold him and cherish him, and remember
his words. "Always lovers, Always friends." We slept.
Saturday and Sunday were filled with the richness of love. We spent
the mornings sleeping in and making love. Room service breakfast had been
meticulously prepared by our new friend Reuben. Kevin and I were like two
young schoolboys off on a school class trip. I had to buy more video tape
to capture everthing, as we truly did the town. A wonderfully accommodating
tourist snapped our picture against the limestone background of the Old Water
Tower, which had survived the Chicago fire.
We made our way through the Museum of Science and Industry, spent the
goofiest of times under the nighttime stars of the planetarium, as Kevin
groped me in the dark. I damn near creamed my Calvins, he had me so worked
up. We had walked hand in hand on the lakefront seawall, stopping in the
same place I had previously seen the two lovers, and had a wonderful embrace.
I bought him a woolen sweater as we shopped along the "Miracle Mile."
Kevin found the perfect gift for Maggs, and I also bought their wedding
present with Kevin's suggestions and approval, of course. We had wonderful
meals of every kind, even managing to slip into the Four Seasons for their
house specialty of salmon, braised in white wine served over fennel-herb
risotto. The early fall weather was glorious; the city delightful as always.
Each time we made love, whether in the sunken tub, in the overstuffed sofa
in front of the big screen tv, or wrapped in the soft white linens and down
pillows of our bed, the rapture was all consuming, the memories tucked away
for a lifetime. I was so glad we stayed until checkout time Sunday. This
truly was our first getaway together as lovers, and will forever be
remembered that way.
The trip back went just as quickly, but we were more calm and serene
as the miles flowed past. More than once Kevin's fingers again found the
bracelet, and he slid his fingers under the band and then would look at me
as we exchanged smiles. I even stopped at the beginning of the county road,
and Kevin's smile was so wide you would have thought it was held there by
paper clips and rubberbands hooked behind each ear, he was so thrilled to
be taking us the rest of the way home. I think we both shared the same
excitement as he turned onto the lane. Suddenly he stopped and there it was!
I was thrilled that the workmen had finished as they had promised. A wide
sweeping archway anchored in fieldstone at each side of the lane held up a
massive wrought iron sign declaring for all time "Loch Haven". It was
perfec! We were home!
"Awesome," we both said at the same time. After a moment or two of
silence, Kevin sped towards the house. We unloaded the packages and made
a second trip each back for the rest. "Better check my service," I said as
he carefully unpacked. I dialed the office and punched in my code and began
to listen to the messages. Suddenly, my secretary's voice unloaded the news
that I would have to fly to Atlanta to meet the CEO of a large corporation
whose account I had been courting. I listened to the instructions and
realized that I would have to fly out mid-morning Monday and would not be
able to return until late Tuesday night.
I broke the news to Kevin. I have to say he took it better than I did,
since it meant we would have to be apart again. "I understand Mason," he said.
"After all, this is your work, it's what you do....it's what you are...and
besides, if I'm going to be a part of the rest of your life, I had better
start getting use to it now," he smiled as he once again held me close.
I had to agree that he once again saw the bigger picture better than I did.
This was just another way that we seemed to compliment one another.
"You'd better check in at your house and see if there is anything from
Maggs and Craig," I said. "Be sure and let her know that you will be coming
home right after school tomorrow since I am having to leave town," I reminded
him. It was a wonderful weekend, but felt good to be home once again. No
matter how far I traveled nor wherever I slept, with the one exception of
Kevin's bed, it was here I felt most at peace. As we turned off the lights
and again turned on the music, we climbed the stairs together and made our
way to "our" bed.
"I'm really going to miss you," I said. "I'll call you at home from
Atlanta, the first chance I get tomorrow night. And I'll be back before
you know it; just spend the time working in the pool and on your studies
..you've got quite a reputation now to uphold," I grinned. "I'll have
plenty of time to drop you off at school in the morning and then pick up
my tickets and head out."
"Quit talking and make love with me," he whispered, knowing I was
already hating to be apart, my idle chatter exposing my dread at having
to leave tomorrow.
I think we were both exhausted from our wonderful weekend. We had
begun by slipping between the sheets and tenderly kissing and holding each
other close. Our comfort level had been quickly reached, and we whispered
love words as we re-lived the special moments we had shared in Chicago.
I can remember quite clearly how I had been gently caressing his back, as
his face was nestled up next to my neck. Then I suddenly realized he was
sound asleep. I smiled and sighed contentedly, kissed his forehead and
closed my eyes. In that moment in time, I knew that it didn't take sex to
make us this close. Sometimes it was just the secure warmth of being there
alone together that made our love so special. I felt him nuzzle up closer
and hold me tenderly, and as peaceful slumber overtook me, I once again said
to myself..."What A Wonderful World!"
I hope you have enjoyed this continuing
love story. If you have any comments,
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