Date: Tue, 28 Jan 2003 14:58:39 -0800 (PST)
From: mycandlelight_dreams <mycandlelight_dreams@yahoo.com>
Subject: Cabin Paradise

This story is purely fictional and is based solely on the author's
imagination. Any connection between real people, or situations is purely
coincidental.  It depicts a love relationship between two men, both being
of legal age.

The author reserves all copyright privileges. This work may not be
reproduced, except for personal use, without permission of the author, and
may not be linked to any pay sites.

Chapter 1

The 'tromp, tromp, tromp' of the approaching hooves thundered in my heart
as much as on the beach outside our private cabin.  As the sun had already
departed for the day, I could only make out a silhouette in the moonlight,
as my lover leaped from the saddle, and stepped onto the porch.

This was our weekend getaway, our private paradise, and miles from anyone
or anything that would keep us from finally expressing our love for one
another.

---

Kenny and I had been together for eight months when we visited our "Cabin
Paradise," and I started to think back to how we'd met.  Although it seems
hard for some to believe, we've never advanced beyond passionate kissing
and a tender hug good night.  Call us old fashioned or just too shy, but
Kenny and I wanted something more out of a relationship than the bar-hop
fuck that most of our friends were experiencing.

I was sick of the bar scene, as well as the rest of the "get-togethers"
that San Francisco had to offer.  It was depressing, and I was beginning to
believe that I would never find a man that would steal my heart, hold it
forever, and make me feel like I could take on the world.

Out of pure frustration, I placed an ad in one of those online matching
services.  It was short and simply really.  I briefly described myself, 30
years old, average build, white with dark hair, smooth body, great smile,
tender heart, and a hopeless romantic.  Then, I ended the ad with this
simple message: "I'm sick of the bars, I'm tired of the games, I'm ready to
settle down and start living life, instead of watching it pass me by.
Interested?  Email me," and I gave my address.

For two weeks, no one answered.  "Well, it was worth a shot.  No big
surprise."  I resigned myself to be an old, unwanted and lonely man.

I decided to enter a chat room, and after 15 or 20 minutes, I was becoming
quite comfortable.  I used my real name, Russell, and was commenting on
just about everything the other chatters had to say.  My humor was
especially handy, and that's when my screen "dinged."

"You're pretty funny."  The dialog box said, 'Kennyspassion.'

"Thanks.  Where you from, Kenny?"

"San Mateo," he responded.  "Did you mean what you said?"

"About what?"

"About being a hopeless romantic," he responded.

I stopped for a second without typing again.  I didn't remember saying that
in the chat room, but then, I type so fast sometimes, I don't really
remember all the comments.  "Yeah, I'm sick of the 'gay scene.'  It just
seems like guys only want one thing.  I mean, don't get me wrong, I love
sucking dick.  But, after you've busted a nut, then what?"

"Breakfast?" Kenny had a wit of his own.

"Yeah, exactly.  But, Noooo...with me, it's 'thanks a lot, Rusty, see ya.'
And, he's out the door before I can even open my mouth to respond."  Okay,
so I was venting a little.

"So, then, Russell, tell me more.  Since you seem so ready to settle down,
what's your idea of a perfect date?"

Now I was spooked.  Coincidence, maybe, but this guy quoted my ad.  I
decided to press the issue.  "Have we met?"

"Not yet."

"You seem to know me pretty well.  Have we chatted before?"  My curiosity
was in overdrive, and Kenny wasn't giving me a clue.

"Nope."

"Well, let's see.  I guess my idea of a perfect date is a romantic
candlelit dinner, some white wine, a little jazz music, and end the evening
cuddling in front of a crackling fireplace."  "Wow," came the response.
"That sounds wonderful.  I don't suppose you have a restaurant in mind."

Now he had me hooked.  I stopped chatting in the room, and continued my
private chat with Kenny.  "Restaurant?  No.  Actually, I love to cook, and
was thinking of something a bit more private and intimate."  Well, THAT
should scare him off, I thought.  But, it was too late; I already hit the
'send' button.

"Mmmmmm, nice," came the response.

There was a pause for a moment.

"You still there?" Kenny asked.

"Umm, yeah.  I was just thinking that most guys get freaked out about
romance.  I figured you were just being kind."  I didn't trust myself, and
I thought the kindest thing I could do is let this guy go.  After all, I
haven't been the luckiest guy in the love department.

"Kind?  No.  Honest?  Yes.  I have to admit, Russell, I'm sick of the games
myself.  I think having somebody show a little romance would be cool."
Then Kenny paused for a moment.

'Games,' I thought?  This can't be.  He couldn't have read my ad, then
somehow found me here in a chat room.  I had to know the truth!  "Have you
ever been in a matchmaker site?"

"Yeah."

"Anyone in particular?"  If he answered 'soulmates-forever.com,' I would
have my answer.

"Soulmates-Forever."  His response flashed on my screen, and my heart felt
it before my mind read it.

'Holy shit,' I thought.  "You've read my ad, haven't you?"

"Yep."  I knew Kenny was smiling.  I could just tell.  Then, sure enough,
his next message was one of those smiley face icons.

"And you didn't run screaming?"  I had to make light of it, because my
heart was doing jumping jacks.  "I mean, I never got an email from you."

"No, Russell, I didn't run screaming.  Most of those ads talk about
romance, ya da, ya da.  They don't mean it, so I didn't respond."  Well, at
least Kenny was honest.

"Yeah, I know what you mean.  So, if you saw my ad, you already know what I
look like.  Do you have a pic?"  It was a daring question, but I figured, I
pushed this far, may as well keep going.

"Sure, hold on."  Then the file transfer message came on, and in a few
moments, the downloaded picture appeared on my screen.  I inhaled and held
my breath.  There, on my screen, was a picture of the man I was chatting
with.  He appeared in his late 20's, light brown hair, pale skin, and a few
brown freckles here and there.  Kenny had a huge smile, and his deep dark
eyes glistened.  The picture was from his shoulders up, but he looked so
cute, I had to say so.  "Nice pic.  REALLY nice pic.  So, you got a
boyfriend, Kenny?  I mean, a cutey like you has got to have guys beating
down his door.  Or, beating SOMETHING anyway."

"LOL.  I wish.  No, no boyfriend.  All sex, and no emotion."

"Okay, then.  How about that dinner?"  It was an attempt at humor, with a
hint of my interest in him.

"Ummm," his response flashed in front of me.  Yep, I'd pushed too far.
Damn it.  "Okay.  When?"

---

It's funny to think how Kenny and I met.  I'd heard of other 'straight'
couples meeting online.  In fact, one couple I knew even got married, and
after about 8 years now, they're still together.

As I mentioned, Kenny and I have been together for a long time.  There's no
question that we'd come close to having sex only about a dozen times, but
one of us always withdrew, knowing how much we wanted our "first time" to
be special.

---

The clomping sound of Kenny's boots on the porch planks brought me back to
the present.  The door to our secret hideaway opened, and Kenny entered the
doorway.  Still backlit by the bright moon, Kenny seemed to glow.  Lately,
I've been seeing him glow more and more.  I knew my heart was being stolen,
and I was powerless to prevent it.  I didn't want anything else.  Kenny was
becoming my world.

So much so, that I had spent the entire week planning this weekend.

---

"Kenny, can you get away for the weekend?"

The pause on the other end of the phone led me to believe that the question
surprised Kenny.  I heard the rustling of his calendar pages.  As a fairly
new attorney in his law firm, weekends were usually reserved for special
appointments.  However, Kenny and I had been talking about getting out of
town for weeks, and I decided to take it upon myself to make this weekend
happen.

"Kenny?"  I asked again, making sure the phone hadn't disconnected.

"Umm, yeah, Russell.  That sounds great.  Where we going?"  I could hear
Kenny making notes on his calendar.

"Oh, no you don't," I said to him.  "It's a surprise, and I'm not giving
you any hints.  I'll send you an email with directions.  You'll meet me
there.  Okay?"

"Cool.  You know I love surprises."  Kenny's voice had picked up a notch or
two, and I could tell he was getting excited about it.

As promised, I sent him directions to Half Moon Bay, and had left
instructions at his destination to use one of the horses I had
pre-arranged, and follow the hand written map I had made, that was taped to
the saddle, to our "Cabin Paradise."

The whole week Kenny kept trying to get little hints from me, and I
wouldn't give a clue.  It was exciting for me to think that he was so
intrigued.

---

As Kenny opened the cabin door, the aroma of cinnamon and spice candles,
and roses filled Kenny's nose.  He inhaled deeply, took a step forward, and
closed the door behind him.

"You know roses are my favorite," he smiled at me as he walked to me.

We embraced and Kenny delivered a passionate kiss on my lips that seemed to
last an hour.  As our lips parted, and Kenny's eyes began to wonder down my
body, finally noticing that I was wearing a terry bathrobe, tied in the
front.

"This looks comfy," he said as he rubbed his hands across the front of my
robe.

"There's lots of time for that," I said and grabbed his hand pulling him
further into the cabin.  "Come, sit with me."  As we moved closer into the
cabin, the soft sounds of piano music filled the room, along with an
occasional "crack" and "snap" of the fire in the stone fireplace.

I pulled Kenny to a large soft white rug that I had placed in front of the
hearth.  Surrounding the rug were the torn petals of several dozen roses.
The aroma was breath taking and Kenny stopped for a moment to inhale the
fragrance.  The glimmering flicker of the candles was the only source of
light.  Kenny once again glowed in my eyes.

I pulled him to me and we once again embraced, falling slowly to the soft
rug.  The fabric against my legs made me tingle, and I moved closer to
Kenny.

Kenny began to touch my back, caressing the soft material of the terry
robe.  His touch warmed me more than the fire, and I felt like I was
melting into his strong arms.

Our lips parted again, and as I began to move backwards, Kenny grasped my
cheeks with his hands and held me in place.  "I want to look into those
mysterious eyes of yours, Russell," he said as he gazed at me.

"I love you so much, Kenny," I whispered to him, barely audible above the
music.  "I feel like I've known you for years, and these past months have
been the highlight of my life.  I've protected my heart for so long that I
was afraid it would never feel love...true love, Kenny.  But it has.  It
found love in you.  You've stolen my heart, Kenny.  It beats with yours in
a rhythm unlike anything I've ever felt before."

Kenny kissed me on the cheek, and then moved to my ear.  "We were meant to
be together, Angel."  Then, he kissed me again, and I just relaxed into his
arms.

"Kenny?"  I was nervous, but all the planning in the world would not have
changed that.  "Kenny, I want you.  I want to make love to you.  I want to
feel your body next to mine.  I want to show you just how much I love you,
and how special you make me feel."

Then, slowly, I stood up before Kenny.  I untied the robe I was wearing,
lifted it off my shoulders, and let it cascade down behind me.

Kenny softly smiled, and let his eyes wonder from my face, to my neck and
then continue down.  As his eyes reached my chest, Kenny sat up and ran
both of his hands on the side of my naked body.  The touch of his warm
hands against my naked skin was electrifying.

As he reached my stomach, Kenny sat up further and planted tender kisses
along my abdomen.  As he kissed me, I softly moaned, "I've waiting a long
time for this moment, Kenny.  I want it to last forever."

He smiled up at me and began kissing my belly again.  As he kissed me and
moved closer to me, his chest touched my dick, and the electricity
generated at that moment sent shivers up my spine.

I lifted him to his feet, and our eyes once again locked together.  "I need
you," I said as I lifted his leather jacket off his shoulders and let it
fall behind him.  "I need to feel your skin against mine."

I began to unbutton his shirt, and Kenny placed his hands on mine, stopping
me after the second button.  I looked at him, and he smiled at me.  "Let me
show you, Russell."

I lowered my hands, and Kenny began to undress in front of me.  Slowly, yet
erotically he undid each button.  The further down he got, the more of his
milky skin was exposed to me.  Kenny untucked his shirt from his black
jeans, and then, removing it from his slim body, tossed it to the other
side of the room in careless abandon.

Kenny then began to unbuckle the slender belt around his jeans.  As he
pulled the leather strap from it's hold, the top of his jeans loosened on
the slender waist of my lover.  Kenny's little 'strip-tease' performance
was doing wonders for my cock as it grew with the anticipation of seeing
the man I loved completely naked in front of me.

Kenny unbuttoned the top button of his jeans, and then slowly, carefully
unzipped them.  My eyes followed his every move, as though they were glued
to his hands.

As Kenny began to slip his fingers into the waist of his jeans, I stopped
him, "No, wait."  I embraced both sides of his tender stomach and began to
return the tender kisses he had placed on my stomach.  The bulge of his
rising cock was just below me, and as I embraced Kenny closer, I could feel
its heat against my skin.

I then slipped my own fingers into his waistband and slowly pulled the
jeans down his slender, smooth legs.  I could tell that Kenny shaved down
with expert preciseness, and the feel of his skin and aroma of his cologne
was intoxicating.  As his jeans fell to the floor, his bulge increased in
volume, until the soft fabric of his light blue briefs was stretched to
capacity.

I couldn't resist, and rested the palm of my hand on his cock, feeling the
pulsing veins through the fabric.  I reached down and kissed the shaft of
his cock gently, which only caused it to grow larger.  Kenny moaned and
whispered, "Take me, Russell.  Please."

Before he could finish his thought, my thumbs were in his briefs releasing
his manhood from its fabric prison.

Finally, better than I had ever dreamed, was Kenny's fully erect 7 inch
cock, pointing directly at my face, as if introducing itself to me.  I
moved closer and kissed the very tip of it.  I stayed for a moment feeling
the heat of his dick against my tender, sensitive lips.

I released my embrace as Kenny lifted me from the floor and we embraced
once again, this time allowing our naked skin to touch.  Our dicks danced
together as each began to pulse upward.  Our tongues created their own
dance, and the kiss only intensified what love and passion I was already
feeling.

"Make love to me, Kenny," I said as we broke our kiss.  "I want you inside
of me, a part of me."

Kenny lowered me to the rug, and we began to kiss again.  Then, he moved to
the nape of my neck and while licking small circles on my neck, began to
caress the inside of my thigh.

My dick again jutted forward, as if reaching for his hand to embrace it.
Kenny took its cue, and wrapped his soft fingers around the shaft of my hot
dick.

"Mmmmmm," I moaned as he touched me on my most tender and private area.

"I've waited a long time, too, Russell.  I promise that you will never
forget this weekend."

Kenny moved further downward, gently planting kisses in neat rows along my
body.  When he approached my pubic bush, he stopped, only long enough for
visual approval.  I smiled at him, and moved to my dick.

At first, he just kissed my stiff cock.  Teasingly kissing the shaft and
head of my anxious cock.  With his attention, I thought sure that I would
not be able to control myself, but I fought back the urge and intensity.
Kenny sensed my tensing and began kissing my thigh.

Having relaxed a bit, Kenny moved back up to my dick, this time engulfing
the entire length of my 6.5 inch cut love pole.  Wrapping his lips tightly
around the base, he moved upward pulling my dick with him, until he reached
the head of my prick, and then moved back down again.

Kenny repeated this motion five more time, and each time, I treasured it.
I began to wish that I had not waited so long, but the pleasure more than
made up for the wait.

I knew I would not be able to hold out much longer, and I desperately
wanted to feel Kenny's dick inside me.  I had to melt his body into mine.
"Make love to me, Angel."

I quickly grabbed one of the foiled condoms from the floor, and ripping
open the package, pulled the lubricated condom from its holder.  Pinching
the tip, I placed the condom on the end of Kenny's firm and flawless cock.
Slowly, methodically, I rolled the rubber down the full length, and it felt
so good to have my hands around his manhood.  I then kissed the very tip
again.

Kenny rolled me over and I rose to my knees.  As he touched my ass cheeks
with his strong hands, he began to massage them and mold them.  In a short
time, Kenny separated my cheeks and gently touched my glory hole.  At
first, small circles around it.  And then, as my sensitivity lowered, he
began to probe my ass.

All of this happened so quickly and so gracefully; that I hadn't noticed
when Kenny lubed one of his fingers with some love oil I had placed by the
rug.  He once again touched my hole, and began to push it inward.  "Relax,
Russell.  Let it happen naturally."

"But I want this so bad," I pleaded.

"I know, Baby.  It will be wonderful, but you have to relax."  He pushed
again and this time, I took his advice.  I inhaled slowly and tried to
relax my body.  His finger slipped in, and it surprised me.

Although I had fucked before, Kenny's touch was different.  Gentle, loving,
and caring.  Each movement was an art of love.  Then, he inserted a second
finger and began to massage my hole, opening me for what would come next.

I was ready.  I was more than ready, in fact.  I wanted it.  I wanted him.

Kenny lubed the head and shaft of his sheathed cock, and pointed his head
at my love hole.  When it touched my dark opening, I jumped a little.
"It's okay, Baby, you're ready for this."

"Oh yes," I agreed, and I relaxed again.

As Kenny pushed forward, the head of his stiff cock entered me.  He stopped
a moment, allowed the very small tinge of pain surpass.  Once used to him,
he began to push further, slowly, carefully, until the entire 7 inches was
inside me.

When I felt his pubic-hair brush against my ass, I knew he was deep inside
me.  I whispered to him, "I'm ready for you, Kenny.  Make love to me."
Kenny pulled his dick outward until just his head was still inside my
muscle ring.  Then pushed inward again.  Each rotation a little faster, and
each push a little deeper.

I could feel the girth of his cock filling me, and as he pulled outward, I
pushed against him trying to once again fill the void he was creating in
me.

My own dick responded to Kenny's tender attention by bouncing up and down
with each push.  A small trail of precum dripped from the end of my dick to
the rug.

Kenny then leaned over me, and spooned my naked body.  The heat of his
stomach and chest on my back was comforting, and I felt like nothing could
hurt me.

Kenny's pace quickened and we began to move back and forth in sync with
each other.  He was soon pounding my ass and began to fuck me recklessly.
Our tender moment quickly turned passionate, and it felt as though I could
not get enough of him inside me.  Kenny felt it too, and kept pushing
further and deeper into my hot ass.

As his breath quickened in pace with his movements, I heard his sweet voice
whisper to me, "I, I... I love you, Russell."  I then felt his body tense,
and I knew that the juice Kenny had saved for me was racing up his shaft.
I thought sure I could feel his cum filled the reservoir at the end of his
condom.  Kenny continued to pump his cum into me and the heat and friction
of his cock made my ass even more sensitive.

His last push touched my spot and I began to explode onto the rug.  Stream
after milky stream jetted out of me.  I lifted upward, locking Kenny's dick
inside me as I squeezed the last of my man milk out of my still hard cock.

I turned my head to him, kissed him on the lips, and whispered, "I love
you, Kenny.  Thank you, thank you."

As Kenny softened, his dick slid out of me.  I kissed him again, and began
to clean us off with a towel I had stored near us.  We then lay down on the
rug, Kenny in front of me, and watched the fire sparkle and burn, as we
held each other close.

---

We fell asleep in each other's arms, and woke the next morning in the same
position.

I turned him over, and looking deep into his eyes, said, "Breakfast?"

We both started giggling, and he hugged me tightly.  "I'm never letting you
get away from me, Russell."

---

Kenny and I have been together ever since.  A month later, I asked Kenny to
move in with me, and share my life.  Our commitment ceremony is scheduled
for this fall, and we're both looking forward to announcing our love to the
world.  We're still old fashioned about a lot of things in our lives, and
Kenny insists on being the one to bring me flowers, but occasionally, we
revisit our "Cabin Paradise" and re-spark the fireplace lovemaking.  Our
passion for each other has only grown, as well as our devotion and love.
But the beauty and tenderness of that special night is something we'll both
treasure for the rest of our lives.

---

I hope you've enjoyed my story of Russell and Kenny.  I welcome comments
and questions, so email me at mycandlelight_dreams@yahoo.com