Date: Wed, 21 May 2003 14:30:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: Terence Audette <taarob@yahoo.com>
Subject: Falling for Joel 6

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                    Falling for Joel 6


Though Joel and I may move around the bed once we're asleep,
when we wake up we always seem to be in the position that we
originally fell asleep in, which is me lying on my left side
and Joel spooning me.  My head is on his left upper arm and
his right arm is over my chest.  His head always seems to be
buried in the back of my head.  I don't know how the hell he
breathes.

About an hour before he wakes up, Joel begins to get a
morning hardon and because of his height and the position
that we've returned to, that cock is usually lying behind my
upper thighs and pointed right at my butt hole.  In that
hour before he wakes up Joel will begin to slowly thrust his
cock up against me.  The thrusting isn't fast or hard, just
a half an inch or so and maybe every thirty seconds but
about once a month , when everything just happens to be
right, that cock can end up being right on target.

Fortunately for me, when he gets hard, Joel produces an
enormous amount of precum, because while he may be able to
sleep through, at least the beginnings of a fuck, I being on
the receiving end, can't.  There's something about the
notion of him fucking me while he's still asleep that
totally turns me on.  It really doesn't make a whole lot of
sense since when he wakes up he'd be fucking me anyway.
Well for one thing, there's the slowness of it.  When that
cock begins to slowly penetrate me just a fraction of an
inch for every thrust....it just drives me crazy.  Just
lying there with Joel's unbelievably thick cock working its
way up into me, the feeling of fullness and possession are
indescribable.

While I'm just waking up and come to the realization that
this is gonna be one of those mornings, I just lie there,
waiting for the next thrust.  It usually takes sex or eight
thrusts just to make it through and for some reason that
doesn't wake Joel up but once he's actually penetrated me
and the going gets easier he usually begins to wake up,
maybe because the strokes get longer and there's more
stimulation to the sides of his cock.

Joel arms begin to tighten around me and he'll start making
little "ung" sounds as he thrusts.  I can hear his breath
come faster and the muscles in his stomach begin to come
into play and then his legs begin seeking greater traction
and when he finally realizes what he's doing he always seems
a little shocked and a bit embarrassed.

"Oh!  Oh fuck Babe!  Again?"  His right hand strokes the
side of my face.  "I didn't hurt ya did I Babe?"

"Oh fuck no, I'm good hun, just keep doin what you're doin."
Joel was slowly pushing me over onto my stomach while his
hands moved over my back, finally settling on my shoulders
where they gripped me firmly.  Now that he's really awake,
and sure that I'm okay, Joel's thrusts become much stronger
and his cock moves deeply into me.  He's completely covering
me with his body and I can feel those muscles working
smoothly and strongly together.

I like it when Joel lies on my back with his head near mine.
When he does that there's just so much stimulation hitting
my brain; of course the incredible feeling of his cock
moving rhythmically in and out of my ass, the sound and feel
of his hot breath up near the top of my head and the feeling
of his hairy chest against my back and the muscles in his
stomach as they contract with each thrust.

Joel wraps his right arm under my stomach and his left arm
under my chest and then in one movement he rolls us both
over so that he's now on his back and I'm on my back while
he fucks up into me.  This is a wonderful position.  I can
feel his left hand rubbing my stomach and chest and then
sometimes just holding and caressing my throat.  His hot
breath is in my ear and that cock has kept up it's steady
thrusting.  He reaches down with his other hand and plays
with the area just below my balls, the perineum.

He whispers breathlessly in my ear.  "I can feel my cock
Babe.  Can feel it moving in and out of you."

"Don't touch my cock Joel!"  I'm like a loaded gun
and..well..cocked too.

He chuckles lightly.  "Don't worry sweetheart.  I'm enjoying
this too much to end it just yet."  He licks the back of my
neck just behind my ear and my asshole clamps down for a
split second.

"Oh fuck Joel!  Oh god!"  He's licking all around the back
of my neck and when he sticks his tongue in my ear I almost
fall off of him.

He grabs me with both arms around me.  "You sure are a
slippery little fucker."

I'm gasping for breath, it's like there's something being
done to every part of my body.  "Fuck!  Do the ear thing
again Joel."  He licks me again.  "Oh fuck I'm cumin!"

Joel reaches quickly for my cock and holds it while I shoot
streams of cum all over my chest and stomach.   Joel rubs it
around slowly with his hand.

His breathing is coming much faster now.  "You want me to
shoot on you or in you?"

I'm kinda sitting up now, supporting my self on my arms on
either side of Joel's body and, to the extent that I can,
slamming my ass back against his incoming thrusts.  "In me,
I wanna feel you cum in me!"  And he does, pulling me back
down and holding me tight, I can feel his legs spreading for
balance as he pounds harder into me and then suddenly holds
it and I can feel his cock pulsing deep within me.  I swear
that I can feel his cum hitting the insides of my ass.

                         ------------------

Joel pulled the lapels of my jacket up so that it's fitting
me properly, his face is inches from mine.  He raises his
hand and brushes my hair back.  "We're gonna go get
breakfast, then to that quick interview I have to do and
then I'll show you my office."

I smile at him.  "That isn't a euphemism is it?  Cause if it
is, I just saw your office."

He laughed and took me by the hand.  "Come on.  I started
the car five minutes ago cause I know how cold you get."

On our way to the restaurant for breakfast Joel reaches over
the center console of the car and takes my hand and rubs the
back of it with his thumb.  When I glance down at his hand I
also notice that he's got a hardon crammed down his left
pant leg.  I also notice the wedding ring on his right hand,
the ring that says we're a couple, that he's mine.

"What the hell are you doing with a hardon?"

Joel laughed.  "I was remembering this morning."  He
squeezed my hand.  "You know that when I kiss you just
behind your ear your butt clamps down on my cock."

I lower my head.  "Now you're giving me a hardon.  When you
kiss me there...it just kinda sends shivers down my spine.
That's probably why.....my butt does that."

I was trying to get my cock off of my mind.  "Who's the guy
ya gotta interview?  How come they want you to do that
stuff.  You quit."

"There's a small high tech company over in Skokie and they
apparently make this part for bombs and the network wants
two minutes as a filler.  I told em when I left that I'd do
stuff like this as long as it didn't interfere with
teaching.  Besides they pay per interview and surprisingly
it's not bad."

We pulled into the restaurant parking lot and Joel leaned
over and kissed me.  I guess that I must have gotten a
nervous look on my face, we being out in the open and all.
Joel didn't move away, he kissed me again.

"Don't be nervous hun.  It doesn't fuckin matter what anyone
thinks."

"Joel, how can you never be nervous, how can you not worry
about stuff?"

Joel laid his arm on my seat back.  "I guess cause of my
grandfather."  Joel was gently rubbing the back of my neck.
"When I was a little kid, I dunno maybe eight or ten,
something like that, my Dad was just on me something fierce.
Every time I tried to do something I screwed it up and the
more that I did that the worse it got.  My Dad yelled a lot
in those days." Joel smiled and added.  "He doesn't
anymore."

"So one weekend I go out to Madison to visit my grandfather
who's out there for the summer and he asks me to do
something for him.  I can't really even remember what it was
but I do remember that it confused me and of course I was
still kinda pistol whipped from the shit my Dad had been
giving me and I just totally froze.  I was scared shitless
that I was gonna fuck it up and get yelled at like my Dad
had been doin."

"Well, anyway, my grandfather comes over to me and sees that
I've all of a sudden become this total nutcase and he just
takes my hand and leads me away from the garage and we go
sit out of the lawn.  Remember, where we sat when we were at
the cabin?  And by this time I'm crying cause I figure that
I let him down and all but he just says, "Joel, it doesn't
matter."  He pulls me over to him and hugs me and he tells
me that I shouldn't worry because there's nothing that I can
do, no mistake that I can make, that he can't fix."

"Well from then on every thing changed, I suppose he even
talked to my Dad because even he became almost normal but
more importantly I developed this fantastic relationship
with my grandfather.  He was really more like a dad to me
than my Dad.  But the really important thing is that my
grandfather taught me never to worry about stuff you really
have no control over and besides ninety-nine percent of the
stuff you worry about never happens anyway."

Joel lightly touched the side of my face with his
fingertips.  "I know you get nervous about me kissing you or
even just touching you when we're in a public place but babe
it doesn't matter.  I don't care if someone else doesn't
like it."  He gave me a crooked smile.  "They can go fuck
themselves."  He pulled my head to his and kissed me,
lightly and then more deeply, something about the way that
he did it made my toes curl and caused blood to be pumped to
my cock.  He touched his lips to my eyelids and then brushed
them across my forehead.  His hand was holding the back of
my head and his face was still pressed lightly to mine.
"You asked me about my hardon, well the thing is I've almost
always got one because I think about you all the time."  He
laid his forehead on my shoulder.  "All the time."  I licked
my lips and could still taste him.

Joel has a way of concentrating his attention on a person,
usually me but I've occasionally seen him do it with people
he's been interviewing, if he really liked them.  This was
something that I had never experienced prior to meeting
Joel, maybe I never met the right person, I don't really
know why but I do know that the first time that I
experienced it it kinda confused me.  I had never been the
center of anyone's attention before, at least not in an
adult sense and when you're getting the full wattage of
Joel's personality it's like being plugged into a nuclear
power plant.  His body seems to expand and his eyes become
brighter and weirdly at the same time warmer and he seems to
be radiating a special heat.  A lock of his hair always
seems to drop slightly over his forehead and the muscles in
his chest and arms becomes more obvious and he touches even
more than he usually does.  His voice, which is normally
deep, becomes a touch huskier and more intimate.

At the restaurant, towards the end of the meal, Joel was
talking quietly to me when the waiter, who was gorgeous,
walked up with the check and for a moment he seemed
mesmerized by Joel and it was like he forgot what he was
doing and just stared at Joel as Joel reached over and held
my fingers.  Joel suddenly seemed to realize what was
happening and he turned to the waiter with a warm smile and
nodding toward me said.  "My boyfriend."  The waiter just
said, "Oh....oh god.....I'm sorry....I mean I didn't mean to
eavesdrop."  He started to walk away but then turned back
and stammered.  "It's just that you guys look so good
together.......so...together."

"Why do you like me?"  We were walking to the car and I was
shouting because the waiter thing was perfect example of why
I felt insecure.  Why did this man love me?  I was nice
looking.  He was fucking gorgeous.  I had a pleasant
personality.  Joel could mesmerize.

Joel looked at me with exasperation.  "What hun?  What'd I
do?"

I climbed into the car laid my head back against the seat.
"It's not you Joel, it's me."  I rubbed the balls of my
hands against my eyes.  I turned my head to him and slowly
shook it back and forth.  "I'm fucking nuts Joel.  What the
devil do you see in me?"

Joel had turned in his seat and was leaning back against the
door looking at me.  He didn't say anything for several
seconds.  "You don't kill bugs."

I wasn't even sure that I had heard him right.  "What,
whadya mean?"

He bent forward and picked up my hand and kissed the back of
it.  "You can't even bring yourself to kill a fucking bug.
You cry at sad movies.  You give money to every bum on the
street even if you have to walk out of your way to do it.
You stop talking so that I can say something even when
you're in the middle of a story."  He reached forward and
held my face in his hands. His voice grew very soft.  "You
love me and you make me happier than I've ever been in my
life.  You've renewed my faith in human beings and made me
realize what life really has to offer."  He kissed me
lightly and without moving away said.  "I could go on and on
and on.  Baby, if you have to hear it from someone else,
listen to me.  You're unique, you're worth it, worth it in
so many more way than I could ever tell you."  He smiled
broadly.  "You fucking cum when I kiss you."  He ran his
fingers through my hair and then laid his cheek next to
mine.  "God.....do you honestly not know what you do to me?"

I could feel Joel's warm breath on my face and as I began to
turn my head he turned his and our lips brushed and then we
kissed.  "I know, I know.....because you tell me.  His hands
are so large and powerful and they feel so warm holding my
face.  "I just get nuts sometimes."

"Well, instead of getting nuts, why don't we go and do my
interview and then we can really talk nuts."

An hour later and Joel is walking out of the office building
with his blazer, white shirt and tie on a hanger and slung
over his shoulder.

He swung into the car.  "That was a breeze.  Guy loves to
talk, especially about himself."  He reached over and pulled
me to him and kissed me.  "Whadya say we pickup some dinner
and go home?"

I laced the fingers of my right hand through the fingers of
his left.  "That sounds soooo good."

Joel's cell phone rang.  "Yeah, hey Dad, how are ya?  Good,
good.  Stephen and I are just headed home.  I had an
interview.  No, it was part of the deal."  Joel just
listened for a few moments and got a very serious look on
his face.  Then he seemed to shrug it off and smiled.  He
turned to me while holding the phone against his chest.  "My
dad wants us to have dinner with him."  He rubbed his
forehead with his other hand.  "This had to happen
eventually.  Can you deal with this Stephen?"  He lifted his
hand and dropped it.  "I'll get us outta there fast Stephen,
I promise.  Can you?"

My brain was screaming "No!!!!!"  But I said.  "Sure Joel,
I've gotta meet you dad eventually, might as well be now."