Date: Thu, 19 Feb 2015 09:17:36 +0000
From: Alain Mahy <amahy1957@gmail.com>
Subject: New Life 6

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Life was incredibly beautiful again.  Jonay was home without any intention
of going away again.  Those three years at the university had taught him
more than just botanic things.  He had learned to live on his own and to
look after himself.  He had managed a tight budget and even worked for
strangers to make ends meet.  He had never asked for his parents or me, to
send him money.  He was now even more disciplined than before and knew how
to keep a place clean and tidy.  Even though he was a responsible young man
before he went, he was it even more now.  We were more than happy in our
cabin up the mountain and enjoyed a healthy life with the perfect balance
of work and leisure.

Jonay started the extension of his botanic garden and from what he told me,
it would be absolutely beautiful once the seeds he planted would come out
and grow.  He even made little sketches of each plant that would come out,
had them plasticized and then put on wooden sticks on the place he had
planted the seeds.

Paul, Rusty's son, seemed to get healthier by the day and was often up at
the cabin helping Jonay in his garden.  Young Paul developed an increasing
interest in the plants just as Jonay.  He was a quick learner and when
Jonay tried to see if he learned well, Paul surprised him with his, for the
moment, meager knowledge.

At the restaurant everything went smooth and well.  We had bookings
sometimes for weeks ahead.  Rusty soon made himself essential and we all
appreciated him for who he was.  Although he was older than all of us, he
adapted perfectly and there were times we wondered how we had managed
without him.  Roberto and Maria gave him the possibility to study some more
about wines and before we knew it, he was a real expert.  When it came to
buy wine, Rusty was always there and pointing out what he thought we should
buy.  His tastes were very good and the clients appreciated the new variety
of wines we had on offer.

I had my hands busy with my little office.  People, who had been reluctant
to come and see me after the old woman's death, came back and started to
trust me.  Paul's almost miraculous recovery was certainly helping in that.
Jonay helped me with his knowledge to learn which herbs had the most effect
in different cases, although I followed the old woman's advice to follow my
intuition.  That was what helped me most.  Of course, the visions that came
to me were as important, if not more.  I could sense when a vision was
coming up and I always tried to isolate myself to receive it.  The feeling
of pins-and-needles in my feet preceded every vision.  It took me time to
realize that, but when I did, it made things easier for me to isolate
myself.

What I had learned over the years was also to interpret those visions.
They were almost always metaphors and I had to learn to understand the
images I received.  Sometimes it was clear and easy, but often I had to
search for the hidden message.  Reading the notes of the old woman over and
over again made me see she had the same problem: understanding the visions.
She had written down quite a lot of them and it was by deduction that I
learned what I had to look for.

In the last couple of months I had had the same vision coming to me over
and over again: one of the eagles up the mountain came flying at very high
speed from the top of the mountain and just stopped its flight at a very
small distance from the ground and flew up again.  It was always short but
very intense.  I say it was one of the eagles, but that was just an
interpretation as I actually never saw the eagles body or feathers.  I had
gone over to read the notes once more, but couldn't find anything similar.
I talked it over with Maria, but she couldn't help me either.  To say I was
intrigued would be an understatement.  Once that vision started to be a
dream I had every single night, I knew I had to give it a lot of
importance.  When one night the dream changed and the flight down didn't
stop, I woke up in sweat and knew instinctively I had to get up and dress.
Jonay looked at me and I explained to him what I had seen and that I had
the intuition something serious had happened.  He looked at his watch and
saw it was almost five o'clock in the morning.  It was still dark outside.
I said I was going down and Jonay was out of bed and dressed before I even
could grab the keys of the Range Rover.  Before we got into the car, we
heard the scream of the eagles without seeing them.  That was really
strange as the eagles are day birds and seldom fly when it is dark.  I
started the car and drove down.  I suddenly had the image of Rusty coming
up and so I drove directly to his little house.  We had to knock several
times at the door before a very sleepy Paul opened it.  When he saw us, he
was suddenly wide-awake.  We had told him about who I was and what I
did. He had developed a very acute intuition as well.  So, seeing us there
he immediately knew there was something serious at hand.  He ran into the
house and went directly to his father's bedroom.  Rusty was laying there,
but I knew he was not asleep.  He had gone.

Paul went over to his father's bed, but he as well knew already.  He just
caressed Rusty's face and kissed his forehead.  Just one single tear fell
from his eyes onto his father's lips.  Paul then proceeded to remove a
golden chain Rusty had around his neck and put it around his own.

- Do we have to call an ambulance or the police or ... whoever?  Paul
asked.

He sounded so mature for a boy of sixteen years of age.  Jonay just picked
up his mobile phone and dialed emergency.  In less than half an hour the
house was buzzing with people.  An ambulance took Rusty away without
flashing lights or siren.  The doctor signed the death certificate and
Paul, Jonay and I had to sign our declaration to the police.  The
undertaker was in charge from there on.

The following weeks went by in a blur.  The funeral was intimate and
simple.  We had found a kind of will, signed only a few months previous.
There was not a lot written as Rusty had not that much material
possessions. The only thing that was important in it was that he wanted
Jonay and I to be the legal tutors for Paul.  Even if he had not written
it, we would have taken that task for us.  Paul meager things were loaded
in the car and he was soon installed in the guest room.  We wouldn't allow
him to be without a home.  While Paul was unpacking, Jonay and I had a
coffee in the kitchen and that's when Jonay looked at me and said:

- We have a son now!

As Paul was still a minor, we had the visit of the social services.  That
woman had been in my little office more than once and I had been able to
help her, so she didn't argue Rusty's will.

Paul was strong and didn't let the grief get to him.  He said his father
would not have liked it.  Although he was strong during the day, we often
heard him crying at night.  When Jonay heard him cry, he would go over to
Paul's bedroom and comfort him.  They had a sincere friendship going on
since Paul had worked the garden so often with Jonay.  I kept on the
background but Paul often came into my arms when he had a rough time.

At the restaurant things sure were different since Rusty passed away.  We
had to hire a replacement for Rusty and despite having quite a lot of
candidates, none of them were at Rusty's level.  Paul asked to come with us
each time we went to the restaurant.  He said he could feel his father's
presence.  We didn't want to upset him and so he came along.  He even
started to help in the kitchen.  Roberto had taken a particular tender
loving care to the boy and tried to teach him a few things.  Paul had
missed school because of his illness.  Now that he was feeling a lot
better, he could focus on things and Roberto was happy to teach them.  Paul
had not been sitting in a classroom, but he sure picked up things very
quickly.

What Roberto discovered in a very short time was that Paul had a very
strong sense of smell.  He could distinguish the different ingredients of
any preparation only by smelling it.  He could also distinguish different
wines although he never drank any.  Roberto often took him to the garden
and made him smell flowers and plants.  In only a few weeks time, Paul
could say which plant was presented to him with closed eyes.  Paul amazed
us all with his skill or gift, or whatever we could call it.  At the cabin
he could tell Jonay which plant had come out of the ground just by walking
in the botanic garden.  Jonay would each time go and see it with his own
eyes.  Paul was never wrong.  We supported him all we could and even
cheered him on to develop his skill.

Time went by.  Our lives were happy ones.  Paul was living with us and was
more than an asset to our family.  All was well in a good world, till the
day Jonay's mobile phone was calling for his attention.  He looked at the
caller's ID and it was Justin.  First, Jonay didn't want to answer it.  I
respected his decision.  But after the third call he was so bothered that
he answered.  Of course, I heard only Jonay's part and it was not a
pleasant one.  He was harsh and severe.  He said a few things that I would
not have accepted.  But Jonay was my lover, my partner, my husband.  I
didn't want to judge him without knowing the other part of the
conversation.

- Justin is coming over.  I told him clearly that if he wanted to get
between of us, he would better stay away.  He said that would not happen.
I told him to get a hotel as I didn't want him over here and that anyway,
the guest room was no longer available.

- Wasn't it too harsh to say?  I asked,

- No it wasn't, Jonay said, besides... it probably helped him deciding if
he really wanted to come.  I am not disposed to give him free
accommodation!

I was surprised at his reaction, but understood him nonetheless.  In a
certain way I was even more surprised that he had accepted to even meet
Justin.  He was still angry and upset about their last conversation.  He
was actually more deceived than angry.  He had shared a precious moment and
Justin, in Jonay's point of view, had turned his back on him.  Jonay was
frustrated because he didn't understand Justin's reaction.  He had never
promised anything to Justin!  They just followed the flow and apparently
had crossed a limit they shouldn't have.  But I knew Jonay needed answers.
He accepted that Justin was coming over just to fulfill the need to
understand.  I asked Jonay if he wanted to meet Justin one on one or if he
preferred me to be present.

- I really would like you to be there, he said, to prevent me to punch his
face!

That last remark was just a joke because Jonay would never get violent.  He
always said that if an argument had to come to hands, it was better to
avoid the argument and the people involved.

- I want him to realize that we are a couple in a serious relationship and
that the fact he tried to tear us apart was a huge mistake.  I know I made
the mistake to accept having sex with him and the price I paid for that was
very high: I lost what I thought was a friend.  You know the saying, don't
you?  "A friend who is no longer a friend, has never been a friend!"

We didn't know when Justin would arrive and even though Jonay needed to see
him face to face, he was not really looking forward to it.  I tried to make
him see there was probably a good reason for Justin's behavior and that he
should calm down till he heard it, but Jonay had lost the trust he had in
him.

The summer had kicked in pretty fast and the garden was absolutely
magnificent.  The weather was warm, but not uncomfortably hot.  Most of the
time, when we were at the cabin, we ran around naked, as we knew nobody
could see us.  Paul fitted in well in our little family and had adapted to
our life style with ease.  He was as close to nature as Jonay and being
naked was something he felt comfortable with.  We had just finished our
lunch when we heard a car coming up.  It happened frequently that Roberto
and Maria came p unannounced, so we kept shorts close at hand for in that
case.  So, when a taxi stopped next to the Range Rover we were quick to put
those shorts on.  I had never seen a taxi up here before so I guessed it
would be Justin.  I was right.  I instantly felt a tension building up.
Paul disappeared into his room.  Jonay's face became hard and cold.  I
didn't have a mirror to see what my face looked like, but I guess it was
not really welcoming.

Justin approached the cabin sheepishly.  We shook hands.  No hugs, no
kisses.  Despite the tension that could have been cut with a knife, I tried
to be as polite as possible.  We had some small talk about his trip and
where he was staying at and so on.  It was as if we all wanted to avoid the
reason he was there.  Jonay was impatient and nervous.  He threw that
question right at Justin's face:

- Why did you come?

- Because I love you Jonay, he said.

- And is it because you love me that you were disrespectful to Blake and
me?

- If asking the person you love to build up a relationship with you, is
disrespectful, then yes... I have been disrespectful.  Sorry for that.

- It is not asking the person you love to build up something that is
disrespectful.  It is the fact that you perfectly well knew I am in a
relationship that is disrespectful.

Jonay was almost shouting out loud this sentence.

- If you are in a relationship, why did you accept we made love?  Justin
asked.

- Because we were in a vulnerable situation Justin, and you know it.  You
had just failed an exam and were depressed.  I tried to comfort you with
friendship and human reactions.  I didn't think it would lead to sex, but
it did.  At the moment I was not bothered with it because I thought we had
a solid friendship and the sexual abstinence had our hormones worked-up.
The disrespectful part of it all was not the sex, it was your reaction
afterwards, when you blatantly asked me to leave Blake and follow you.  The
fact that you took for granted that I was YOURS was disrespectful because
in a sane relationship there are two equals and not a person who owns the
other.

- Do you mean that if I had treated you like an equal, you would have said
yes? Justin asked.

- No, Jonay said, but with respect we could have talked. I could have been
able to tell you I loved you like a brother and not as a lover.  We could
have sorted this all out as civilized people.  You took for granted what
most people think: if the sex is good, the relationship is automatically
the next step.  Well, let me say this to you Justin. You are wrong.  Sex is
one thing and love is another.  I thought you knew that.  In fact, you even
said that to me one day.  Why is it you act in a way that is opposite to
what you think?

Justin bowed his head and took it in his hands.  I could see his chest was
heaving and that he had problems breathing.  He was having a hard time!  I
remembered the day I had taken his hands in mine and that nothing negative
had come to the surface.  I wondered if he was one of those people who
could hide their deepest feelings to someone like me.

Justin collected his thoughts and then looked up at us.

- There is something you have to know, he said, and it is the first time in
my life I will tell anybody about it.  It is difficult to bring myself to
tell you this, but our friendship is far too important to me and I would
like you to understand.  When I was fifteen, my father died of cancer and I
was surprised that my mother remarried only three months later.  It seemed
she had an affair with my step-dad for over a year.  My step-dad was known
as a seer or clairvoyant if you prefer.  One day he said to me I was gay in
front of my mother.  Neither my mother nor I had realized that.  He was
right but he had no right to out me to my mother like that.  My mother was
devastated but he said he would take things in his hands and that he would
"cure" me.  His methods were more than strange, hanging amulets all over
the place and burning incense all the time.  About six month later he took
me to a brothel and paid a girl to "make a man" out of me.  I noticed that
most of the girls there had a scared look when he came in.  The girl he
chose for me tried everything, but my cock didn't even get hard.  I told
her I was gay and that this was to "cure" me.  She laughed out loud and
said that being gay is not an illness and that she couldn't do anything to
cure me.  We left the room and passing another room where the door was
open, I could see my step-dad with three girls, pleasing and servicing him.
I went back home and told my mother what had happened.  She didn't want to
believe me and said that if I didn't want to change, there was no place for
me under her roof.  I just turned eighteen and knew I could get my father's
heritance.  I left the house as soon as I had seen the lawyer and that he
confirmed I could dispose of the money.  I had not changed my mobile phone
and one day, about two months later, I had a call.  From the caller ID I
could see it was my mother calling, but was surprised to hear my step-dad.
He said he would have a curse on me and that, never in my life, I was going
to have a lover or even know love.

Justin was sobbing hard and the tears came down his cheeks in a steady
stream.  Recalling all those events was indeed very hard to him, but we
sensed there was more to it.

- With my father's money I rented a little studio and decided to go on with
my studies.  I wouldn't let that evil man have influence on my life.  I
resumed university where I had left it but in another town.  That's where I
met you Jonay.  As you well know, we connected and I fell in love with you.
I was convinced my step-dad had not been able to realize his curse and I
was more than happy for it.  I didn't tell you I was in love with you
because your friendship was too important to me.  Last year we came here
and I saw what the love of the family could really be and I envied you.  I
couldn't understand though that you were in love with a guy more than
twenty years your elder.  I was convinced that if the possibility rose for
you to make love with someone your age, you would leave him.  I wanted the
curse of my step-dad to be refuted to the fullest.  So, after we made love,
I insisted that we could build a relationship and be happy.  I know I did
it the wrong way and that I didn't treat you the way I should.  Put the
blame on desperation.

In the corner of my eye I saw Paul in the doorway.  He had been listening
the whole time.  Jonay was looking at Justin in awe.  I didn't know what to
do or say.  I went into the house and took some herbs to make an infusion
that would calm Justin.  Paul stood next to me and asked if all he had
heard was true.  I told him it was, at least the part where Justin and
Jonay were concerned.  I didn't know about the step-dad, but it was far too
impressive to be just a work of imagination.

When we stepped out, Jonay and Justin were wrapped in each other's arms,
both sobbing and crying.  I was glad to see them like that.  Don't
misunderstand me.  I was not glad they were crying, but I was glad they
reconnected.  Strangely enough, this time I was not afraid of losing Jonay
to Justin.  I knew that Jonay loved me and had a profound friendship with
Justin.  For Jonay, everything had its place and every place had its thing.
He made a big difference between love and friendship although both were
strong feelings.  I guessed Justin and Jonay needed some time alone and I
went for a walk in the garden with Paul.  He was a little restless, so I
asked him what was going on.

- Is Jonay going away with that guy?

- No Paul, I don't think so.  Jonay and I are very much in love with each
other and we want to be together for as long as we can.  Why do you ask?

He had a scared look on his face and said:

- All the people I loved have gone away; first my Mum and then my Dad.  I
love you both so much and I don't want Jonay to go away!  It seems that
every time I start to love someone, they just go away for whatever reason
it is.

He wrapped his arms around me and rested his head on my chest.

- You don't have to worry little man.  We will not leave you!  From what I
know, from what your father told me, your Mum ran away because she could
not cope with your health problems.  Your father left us because he was ill
himself.  He had a serious heart condition and he left only when he knew
there would be people caring for you.  That's what we are here for.  We
will care for you and we love you with all our hearts.  Jonay will not
leave you.

- But that guy, Justin, said he was in love with Jonay and that he wants
him to have a relationship with him!

- Yes, that's true Paul.  But Jonay is not in love with that guy.  You see,
that is the difference between love and friendship.  You can love someone
who is not in love with you, but you can only be friends with someone if
that other person wants to be your friend as well.

He seemed to think very hard about what I had said to him.  He wanted, and
needed, to assimilate my words.  Paul had that; he had an absolute need to
understand things and we were happy to see he had no problems whatsoever to
ask something when he didn't know.  He was a bright kid and holding him in
my arms I had a vision of him being very successful in his future life.

When we came back to the cabin, Justin and Jonay were seated in the pond.
There was no doubt they were both naked, but that became a habit here at
the cabin.  Paul asked if we could join them and as soon as I said yes, he
stepped out of his shorts and slipped into the water.  I did the same.  I
could feel the animosity of Jonay had gone.  He was his old self again.
Sitting on the bank of the pond I could see our friends the eagles flying
high in the sky.  It was the first time Paul saw them and was curious about
them.  Justin got up and screamed to the birds and one of them came flying
down and rested on Justin's outstretched arm.  Paul was flabbergasted.
Justin called him to come closer and Paul did although with a little
apprehension.  Once he was close enough Justin told him to caress the
eagle's head and the bird seem to understand him as it bows its head closer
to Paul.  He caressed the big bird on the head and we could actually see
the bird observing him.  After a few moments, the bird spread its wings and
flew away.  That was the precise moment when Paul started to admire Justin.
At sixteen he was still very impressionable.  He still had that innocent
way of thinking and acting because he had not been to school very often and
had not been in contact with guys his age.  Nonetheless he had grown into a
fine and gorgeous young man.  He was still a little bit smaller than most
guys his age and could probably have passed for a thirteen or fourteen year
old, but as soon as he started to talk he could easily pass for a twenty or
twenty-one year old.

We came out of the water and sat on the porch.  Paul had a thousand
questions for Justin concerning the eagles.  Justin showed a lot of
patience explaining what he knew about them.  Paul was in his
"learning-mode" and he assimilated the information with an amazing ease.
We were so proud of him.  He surprised us even more when he started to talk
about the smell of the bird. His description was so accurate that we could
almost smell it even though the bird was not there.  Paul had his way with
words when talking about fragrances that it talked directly to your
imagination.  Justin made a very pointed observation:

- He should be a "Nose".

We were looking at Justin, not knowing what he wanted to say with that.  He
continued:

- A "Nose" is the person who can recognize every smell and mix them in such
a way that it becomes a perfume.  Only a very few gifted people can do that
work, but once they make their name, they become known worldwide.

I saw a sparkle in Paul's eyes.  It was like a revelation to him.  He
immediately understood that the fact he recognized smells and odors, he
could make a living out of it.  He had an extraordinary memory for
fragrances without missing once.

The sun was setting down and we soon were ready to go to bed.  We said that
Justin could sleep on the sofa if he wanted.  Otherwise we would call a
taxi.  He didn't push his luck and accepted the sofa without arguing.  It
was Paul who said:

He can sleep with me.  My bed is big enough.

We were speechless.  Was it his innocence that was talking or was it
something else?  What do we do as tutors of a sixteen year old boy?  Sex
had never been discussed and even less gay sex.  Of course, for Paul, two
men being together in the same bed was a common sight.  There was nothing
wrong with it in his mind.  But from there allowing a gay guy in his bed...
Paul had already a man's body and we were sure he already had sexual
fantasies.  Jonay had mentioned some stains on his bed sheets and had
discreetly placed some hand towels in hands reach.  Paul had used them
without having to ask what they were for.  We decided to treat him as an
adult and respect his decisions.  We left it open to Justin and Paul to
decide where they would sleep and went to our own bedroom.  We talked a bit
about the events of the day and drifted to sleep.

During the night I had to get up to empty my bladder.  Passing Paul's
bedroom door, I clearly heard moaning and groaning.  There was absolutely
no doubt they were having sex.  The certainty came also from the fact
nobody was on the sofa.  I thought that Paul was sixteen and as such a
sexual adult.  I just hoped Justin would show respect for Paul and decided
to have a talk with him in the morning.

The next morning we were woken by the smell of fresh brewed coffee, frying
bacon and fresh baked bread.  Jonay turned and rested his head on my chest
saying good morning in his half sleep.  His hand rested on my stomach and
travelled lower till he found my morning wood.  He playfully caressed it
and soon dove under the sheets and engulfed my rock-hard manhood.  I loved
it to start the day like that.  I found lovemaking in the morning so much
more satisfying.  I pushed my hips up to invade his mouth even more.  Jonay
sucked as a pro and when he pushed his finger in my ass, I went over the
edge and emptied my balls in his mouth.  He swallowed it all and then came
up to kiss me.  I tasted my own cum.  That made me want to taste Jonay's as
well and I returned the favor, emptying his balls just like he had done to
me.  We lingered a little longer but the smell of the coffee won the
battle.  We went to the bathroom for our morning things and joined Justin
and Paul in the kitchen.  They looked like to playful kids.

After breakfast I took Justin for a walk.  There were some things I wanted
to make very clear to him and the first one was that we had custody for
Paul.  I told him how we came his tutors.  The second thing, and in my
opinion the most important one was that his past behavior with Jonay was
not an option with Paul.  I showed him my concern for him as well as for
Paul.  His past history with his step- dad could not possibly be an excuse
for a repeat performance of what had happened with Jonay.  If he had the
slightest intention of "owning" Paul, he could forget it and leave right
away.

We were next to the pond and I asked Justin to sit down and give me his
hands.  I used some of my relaxing techniques on him and if I had been a
hypnotist, Justin would have been in my hands in no time.  But I was no
hypnotist.  My powers were different.  Nonetheless, I got him relaxed
enough to have him open up.  I received an image of his step-dad in a
strange environment and apparently pronouncing words I couldn't hear, but I
was sure I saw the man executing his threat to curse Justin.  With only the
power of my mind, I banned the image and made it disappear.  Despite of
that, there was a red spot appearing next to Justin.  The spot grew bigger
and bigger and I knew that was not good news.  I concentrated with all my
power inside to call the eagles.  They never failed to appear at the right
moment.  They flew in circles around the red spot and just as they had done
when I had the red spot, they started attacking it and tear it up to
pieces.  It took them quite some time to destroy it completely, but they
managed.  Once the red spot was gone, they flew away and circled above our
heads as if they were waiting to see if the red spot would appear again.  I
didn't.  It was only at that time that I opened my eyes and Justin must
have sensed it because he did the same.  It was good I was there, because
Justin collapsed.  He was apparently exhausted.  I called Jonay and Paul
and gave them instructions to prepare an infusion of some herbs that I
mentioned to them.  About ten minutes later they came back to me with a mug
containing the concoction.  I took Justin in my arms and made him drink it.
Justin came back to consciousness.  He looked at me and said thank you.  I
wanted to be sure if he knew what had happened so I asked:

- What are you thanking me for?

- I felt threatened and you were there, helping me, caring for me, till the
danger was over.

He wrapped his arms around my neck and hugged me as if I had just saved his
life, and maybe I just had.  I took his hands in mine once again and only
received positive images and even smiling faces of him and Paul.  I looked
up at Paul and saw an identical smile.  I knew everything was going to be
ok.

If Justin had collapsed from pure exhaustion, I needed to recharge my
batteries as well.  I advised Justin to go to bed and have a nap.  With the
concoction he had drunk he wouldn't be able to stay clearly awake for a few
hours anyway.  Paul went with him and Jonay followed me to our bedroom.  In
the past he had witnessed several times me using my energies to help people
and he knew I was drained.  His way of helping me in those cases was to
give me a nice massage.  Most of the time I would fall asleep while he was
rubbing my body.  Jonay had magic in his hands (and the rest of his body)
and I always felt relaxed when he let his hands roam over my body.

This time was no exception.  Jonay surprised me nonetheless with a flask of
oil with herbs in it.  It smelled quite strongly but it was a pleasant
fragrance.  He had warmed up the flask and its contents and once he poured
it over my shoulders and back I could immediately feel tis relaxing
effects.  Jonay took his time to rub it in well and all my muscles relaxed
under his touch.  He massaged my back and shoulders and legs before giving
an extra attention to my buttocks.  The way he massaged them I knew Jonay
was in a horny mood.  I was not going to complain!  I let his hands glide
over my ass- cheeks and he even spread them from time to time, letting his
fingers rub over my puckered hole.  That gave me an almost instant boner.

He then asked me to turn over.  I did and he saw the effect his hands had
on me.  He poured some more oil in his hands and was smiling at me with his
wicked grin.  He put his hands directly on my chest and rubbed my nipples,
as he so well knew those would send shivers down my spine and to every
nerve ending in my body.  My cock was already throbbing and had some spasms
of its own will.  Jonay ignored them voluntarily.  His slick hands rubbed
all of my body without touching my genitals not even once, but nevertheless
bringing me close to the edge on more than one occasion.  He knew what he
was doing!  He took off his shorts and rubbed some oil over the front of
his body and then topped me.  Our slick skins rubbed all over each other
and Jonay lips found mine.  Soft little pecks were the trigger for a
passionate kissing where our tongues fought for supremacy in the other's
mouth.  I had my hands on his buttocks, pulling him closer to me and
pressing our crotches together.  The mix of the oil and our sweat made the
perfect lubricant between our chests and bellies.  I didn't know if it was
the oil he had prepared that made my skin really sensitive, but I was sure
we would use it again in the future.  I always felt alive when making love
with Jonay, but this time it was as if it had been spiced up with the oil.
The little electric tingles I felt went from my hair on my head to my
curling toes.  I was once more on the verge of coming, but Jonay knew how
to calm me down even though my scrotum had already shrunk and my balls were
almost inside my body.  He straddled me and pointed my rock-hard cock to
his private entrance.  Slowly he impaled himself on my manhood.  I could
feel the heat of his rectum on my cock-head that passed his sphincter
muscle with ease.  He lowered himself in a steady but slow motion till I
was in him to the hilt.  He then gyrated his hips and I could see on his
face he rubbed my cock on his prostate.  His cock was oozing pre-cum and I
picked it up with my fingers to bring it to my mouth.  I loved the taste
and texture of it.  Jonay started a slow up and down movement.  He lifted
himself just till just the head of my cock was trapped by his ass- muscles
and then went down again.  Bit-by-bit he increased the speed of his pumping
and I felt my juice boil in my balls.  This time he was going for it and
wanted me to go over the edge and fill his bowels with my semen.  I let him
do it and took his steel-hard cock in my hands to take him with me over the
edge.  At his first spurt of juice he contracted his muscles and that did
it.  My sperm was filling his ass while he emptied his balls all over my
chest and stomach.  Once his balls were empty, he collapsed on top of me
and as our chests were pressed together we could feel each other's
heartbeat.  We came down from our orgasmic height and kissed.  My cock left
his ass and Jonay got up to fetch a warm washcloth to wash us both.  He
then spooned me and we were in dreamland in no time.

I didn't know how much time we had napped, but once again we were woken by
the smell of food.  I recognized the fragrance of fried onion and garlic,
and if I was right, Paul was preparing his famous lukewarm salad of
lettuce, tomatoes, fried onion, garlic and pieces of bacon and topped with
goat cheese.  A little olive oil and balsamic vinegar made it complete.  As
Jonay smelled food, he was out of bed in no time.  I followed immediately
as I was hungry, too.

At the table on the porch, we were four smiling men.  The magic of the
place had done its work once again.  Happiness was the main dish, but
Paul's salad as well.



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