Date: Mon, 17 Dec 2012 11:35:03 -0800 (PST)
From: Bono Torros <bonotorros@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sleepy Days, Come No More_Chapter 50

Sleepy Days, Come No More

Chapter 50

I was so frazzled after Blake left that I went straight to my room. I was
angry and honestly aroused all at the same time. I hadn't expected things
to turn out that way, I thought we would have a nice little visit and then
go back to our respective lives, but instead he had surprised me with his
candidness.

It wasn't what he said that rattled me, I mean I had heard it before from
Michael and Vanessa had skirted about the subject a few times, but it was
the way he said it. He was so direct and calm. In the past we had circled
around subjects, never quite able to say exactly what we meant, but that
wasn't the case this time, he said exactly what he felt and it was exactly
what I knew he felt.

With a few words he had reconfigured the boundaries of our
relationship. The change was something I was not prepared for and I lashed
out at him. I spoke the truth but disguised it with sarcasm and distain, a
common practice for me. I thought the combination would make him uneasy and
therefore provide me the advantage but he was unfazed by my tactics.

Instead, with a simple kiss on the forehead, he had proved himself the man
and me the boy. In his time away he had gained something that I had not yet
captured, he had found some peace. He wasn't the same Blake that I had
known, he was different but I was the same.

I decided to put aside the events of that night and moved forward with my
plans. Adrian and I got married, bought a house and got divorced. As my
life moved forward, so did everyone else's around me:

Michael completed his undergraduate degree and had moved out of state to
pursue other educational opportunities. He was renting a rundown house with
six other students, the living conditions were gross but he was content. We
spoke at least once a week and he still came back for holidays and for a
couple of weeks during the summer.

Marie and Thomas had another daughter, Carolyn, and had moved to a suburb
just on the outskirts of the city. Marie had decided to stop working and
devoted herself to parenthood. She said it was only until the children were
old enough to go to school, but with the possibility of more children in
the future it seemed that her domestic tenure was going to be extensive.

Vanessa and Rico were doing fine. Vanessa had taken a position
manufacturing company, she worked in resource management. Rico had done
some backup vocals on a few singles and had toured with a couple of up and
coming artists. He had traveled through Canada and parts of South America,
a lot of festivals and outdoor events. Vanessa would go with him sometimes
when her schedule would allow.

Lena and David had split up. They had been having some difficulties, mostly
due to their busy schedules, and just couldn't seem to make it work. It was
sad and really awkward. We were all pretty close, though I had known Lena
first and considered her a very good friend, I was still fond of David.

Chuck continued to struggle with addiction. He would go through periods of
sobriety and then would relapse. I spoke to him a few times a month and I
would visit him whenever I could.

Blake continued with his work in Peru. I spoke to him from time to time and
he seemed very happy with his life. We remained fairly close but it would
be three years before we spoke without boundaries again.

I had gone to Chicago to attend a community service gala in which Blake's
mother was to receive an award for her efforts. I had intended to decline
the invitation and just send a congratulatory gift but I didn't want to
offend Patty and in truth the only reason why I was apprehensive about
going was also the thing that prompted my attendance the most - Blake.

I hadn't seen Blake in nearly 18 months, so I was nervous when he invited
me to go out to dinner with him the night before the gala. We met at a
restaurant near the hotel I was staying at. We shared an embrace and many
smiles as we waited to be seated and then ordered and our meals. We made
nice conversation and shared funny little stories about our daily routines.

"So are you excited about the gala?" I asked with a smile.

"Excited? Well, I have been to plenty of these events, so not really
excited but I am proud of my mom, she deserves the recognition." He said
with a smile.

"I am proud of her too. I wouldn't be surprised if you receive a few awards
yourself before long." I said.

 "Awards?" He asked.

"Yeah, for your philanthropic efforts." I replied.

"I am just a teacher. Awards are nice but they don't really matter. I am
happy for my mom but there are many other people who do things to help
others, she just has a bigger platform than many others. I mean you are
just as deserving of awards than me. You work with many troubled children
and help them." He said.

"That is very altruistic of you." I proclaimed.

"I only said what I thought; I think it is you who are trying to flatter
me." He countered.

"You deserve to be flattered." I said.

"Thanks, but I am truly am enjoying the work I am doing, it makes me very
happy." He said with smile and there was a sincere glint in his pretty
emerald eyes.

"I have enjoyed the pictures you been sending me. Especially the class
photos, very nice." I said.

"I'm glad that you have enjoyed them, I like to share a part of my life
with you." He said sweetly.

"So how long will you be staying?" I asked.

"Not long, I plan to leave two days after the gala. Gives me some time with
the family before I leave." He informed.

"I bet they are loving that." I said.

"I am too. I miss them more the older I get." He confessed.

"I guess that is normal, it's certainly very sweet." I said.

"You know when you are away from your family and loved ones over a long
period of time you just start to appreciate them more. Also, for me I think
I understand my parents much better especially since Liz, I mean Liz was
like my go to person, not that I didn't love my parents I was just closer
to Liz but with her gone I guess we have all had to adjust and make a
greater effort with each other." He explained.

"Liz was a special woman." I acknowledged.

"Yes, she was great." He concurred.

"But you always knew your parents loved you, right?" I asked.

"Yeah, I always believed my parents loved me, I just never felt like I was
their top priority. I work with children of all different ages and taking
care of them during the school day is very challenging so I know that being
a parent all day, every day can be an overwhelming and everyone isn't able
to handle that." He said.

"True." I agreed.

"The good thing about my parents is that they are very supportive and
loving, they treat me with respect, they weren't ideal parents for children
but they are great parents of adults. Theresa and I actually talked about
this very thing not long ago." He said.

"That's good, that you and Theresa are empathic and forgiving to your
parents and that you all have gotten closer. I really love your family, but
you know that." I said.

"They love you too." He said with a smile.

"That is good to know, it is good to be loved." I said with a forced smile.

"What is wrong?" He inquired.

At that time our food came and along with the drinks that we ordered. We
thanked the waitress and started to eat our meals. The conversation shifted
to the quality of food and drink and away from the previous topic.

"How's the wine?" He asked.

"It is nice, very nice." I replied.

"When did you start drinking?" He inquired.

I laughed lightly, "I have a glass of wine with dinner, a couple of
cocktails at parties, I hardly think that is `drinking'." I responded.

"Well, I remember when you wouldn't even take a sip of my beer." He
reminded.

"I have changed, a bit. Or perhaps it was social pressure, Adrian and I
went to a lot of dinner parties and fundraisers and there was always
alcohol, I guess I was bound to give in, besides wine is full of
antioxidants." I said with a smile. "And you can't compare beer to wine." I
added.

"Sure you can, they both lead to the same place." Blake said with a
chuckle.

"Never led me anywhere, moderation Mr. Mitchell." I countered.

"Okay, you enjoy wine now but you didn't answer my question earlier." He
reminded.

"Oh, what was the question?" I asked bashfully.

"Are you suffering from short term memory loss?" He asked with a smile.

"It must be the alcohol." I said playfully.

"Very convenient." He countered.

We continued with our meal and didn't discuss the matter any further.

After dinner we walked back to my hotel and conversed a while longer in the
lobby. Then he walked me to my room and went home. I thought that there was
still an attraction between us but I wasn't sure if it was mutual or if it
was just me.

The next evening I attended the gala with Blake and his family. It was
slightly awkward at the start but everything was fine once I relaxed. That
night I went out to a club with Blake, Theresa and her new boyfriend
Jeremy, well he wasn't exactly new; they had been together for nearly a
year.

We all had a good time, lots of laughs and smiles. There was also plenty of
dancing and drinking, well, I didn't drink as much as the others but I did
have a couple. Later Theresa and Jeremy headed to another club or a
party. I was scheduled to leave the next afternoon, so I declined to go and
Blake offered to drop me off at my hotel.

We were having a good time so I invited him up to my room for a drink. Once
in the room we talked a bit and had a couple of drinks. Somewhere along the
way he managed to get back to the topic I had avoided doing dinner.

"So is it going to be like this?" He inquired.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"You know, making small talk." He clarified.

I laughed and sighed, "Have we passed the point of polite conversation?" I
countered.

"Seriously." He said.

"What is that you want to talk about Mr. Mitchell?" I asked sweetly.

"What bothered you at the restaurant?" He asked.

"Hmmmmm," I paused, "you were talking about your family and how close you
all have gotten over the years and I . . . . . . I guess it hit a nerve. It
wasn't anything really, just a sore spot I guess." I said with another
forced smile.

"It's more than that. Why are you pretending with me?" He said.

I smiled again, "Well, usually that is enough for the person to change the
topic but you are being very stubborn tonight Mr. Mitchell." I replied.

"Answer me." He said gently but with authority.

"Okay, I will give this time, no need to fight with you. I just haven't
been in a good place lately and I, for some reason, had been thinking a lot
about my family." I confessed.

"Have you spoken to your family lately?" He asked.

"A couple of weeks ago I reached out to them, I don't know why, I guess I
was feeling lonely and sad . . . . . obviously desperate." I chuckled, "My
marriage was over and we were selling the house, I don't know why I even
bothered calling them." I said.

"What happened?" He inquired.

"My mother answered the phone and she didn't even recognize my voice. She
sounded happy and there was laughing and talking in the background. I hung
up! I just hung up." I admitted.

Blake seemed to be searching for the right thing to say.

"Relax Mitchell, it wasn't that bad. I mean it wasn't like we talk much or
anything, I shouldn't have expected anything else." I said.

He reached over and put an arm around me.

"I send them Christmas presents every year, birthday cards, checks when
needed . . . . . and she didn't even recognize my voice. I guess it isn't
her fault, I have seldom spoken to her since I left home and when I call I
usually choose times when I think that she won't be in or I communicate
through my dad or brother, besides voices change." I said trying really
hard not to cry.

"Stop." He said.

There was a long silence in which I stopped, no thinking, no talking just
breathing. Blake continued to cradle me with his arm and he too only
breathed, slow inhalations and soft exhalations. The sound of his breathing
was soothing.

Eventually I drifted off to sleep, it must have only been about few minutes
but it felt like forever. I didn't want to wake but Blake spoke and the
silence shattered and fell upon me like a million shards of glass.

"Come on, go to bed." He said as he withdrew his arm.

Without his support I was forced to sit up. He stood and extended his hands
to assist me up. I took his hands and he pulled me to my feet.

"Gosh, I'm sorry for killing the mood. You don't have to go; we can talk
about something else." I said.

"Well it is really late, you should rest up; you have a busy day tomorrow."
He reminded.

"Busy day? I am riding the plane not flying it." I said with a laugh.

He smiled, "I am tired myself, I should get going. I'll call you before you
leave, make sure you make your flight." He said.

"You would be better able to do that from here." I mumbled.

"What? I couldn't understand." He said.

Being with him last night had stirred something inside of me but I was too
nervous to make any type of move and he hadn't given any sign that he would
be interested in anything besides friendly conversation. I was still
nervous but the attraction, the desire I had for him in that moment
overcame any apprehension.

I leaned forward and gave him a kiss. He didn't return the kiss to start,
but after a momentary hesitation, perhaps due to surprise, he kissed me
back. I ran my hands down his back and cupped his muscular cheeks.

He broke the kiss and we both gasped for air, "What are you doing Matty?"
He asked faintly.

"Shhhh." I said as I continued to grope him.

"Wait. Wait." He exclaimed.

I heard his instructions but I continued with my tasks. I was very aroused
and I didn't want to stop. I started to kiss his neck but he again told me
to stop, this time he physically parted from me.

"Matty, want are you doing? This is, um, we shouldn't do this." He advised.

"Why? Are you seeing someone?" I asked.

"No." He replied.

"Well, then its okay." I said and started unbuttoning his shirt.

"We haven't seen each other in over a year and now you want to go to bed
with me? This isn't like you Matty." He said.

I laughed, "I have changed. You like it, I can tell." I countered.

"No. I don't think so Matty, not tonight." He proclaimed.

"Don't do that. I know that you still have feelings for me, I can tell." I
said.

He just stood there, no response.

"Blake, I can't take being rejected tonight. I just don't think I can take
it," I took a deep breath and held it in. I trembled as I reached forward
and continued to unbutton his shirt. He didn't attempt to stop and I was
glad he didn't.

Once I had his shirt off I started to remove my own. Blake removed his
undershirt and started removing his pants. He looked at me as I went about
my task and asked me, "What happens after this? What are you expecting
Matty?"

I continued to undress, "I haven't thought that far ahead. I don't want to
think about it." I said.

"I am going back to Peru in a few days." He reminded.

"You told me . . . . . . Blake, I am not expecting you to marry me or
anything, I just want to get laid." I said.

He appeared surprised by the statement.

"I don't mean to be cold about it, I mean it isn't like I would be with
just anyone, I want to be with you. It's like the last time, remember? You
needed to be with someone and I was there for you, now I need you to you to
do the same for me." I said as I stepped into him.

"So, I owe you one?" He asked.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that, I . . . Blake you know how I feel
about you, you're very special to me, no matter what. I love you more than
anyone else. I don't want to be alone tonight, I don't want to be with
anyone but you right now. It's not about owing or payment, its one friend
being there for another." I said.

We were still standing so closely together that I could feel the heat
permeating from his body. I brought my right hand to his face and gently
stroked his left cheek and ran my thumb across his lower lip. He opened his
mouth and I pushed my thumb inside. He looked me in my eyes as he softly
gazed my thumb with his teeth.

With that it was settled, he had given his consent. I began to remove my
thumb from his mouth but he clasped it tighter between his teeth and gave
me a little smirk. I snatched my thumb from his mouth and proceeded to push
him back toward the wall. Then I started to kiss him from his neck down to
chest, sticking my tongue out along the way to get a taste. Worked my way
down to abdomen until I was at his crotch, I kneeled down before him.

I pressed my face against the cloth of his tented boxer-briefs. I inhaled
deeply enjoying his musky scent. I took time to rub my face and against his
covered cock, he was very hard and he let out a muted moan. That only
encouraged me. I started to lick and suck the tip of his cock.

Once I had soaked through his underwear with my saliva, I slowly pulled
them down. I lifted each of his legs one at a time by the ankle allowing
the boxer-briefs to fall. I looked up at him and smiled as I ran my hand
along his abdomen with one hand and held his throbbing rod in the other.

I began by licking him from the base to the tip until I had him completely
wet. Then I started to fondle his balls right before I took the tip into my
mouth. In truth I had wanted to do this since I saw him the night
before. Though I was enthusiastic, I had to readjust myself to not only to
the size, which I hadn't had in several years but also the act itself.

I took a deep breath, released it and then proceeded to open my mouth and
slowly take him to the hilt. I gagged a little at first but I was able to
manage. I worked his hard dick slow and steady, from base to tip, over and
over until he literally pulled off.

He lifted me to my feet. He looked me directly in my eyes and began to move
forward, almost in a predatory manner. With every step he took forward, I
took one backward, until he had me bent against the edge of the bed.

I backed onto the bed and lay on my back. He climbed onto the bed and
removed my briefs and started to kiss me passionately. Pressing his warm
lips against mine and pushing his tongue into my mouth. He then kissed and
licked my neck, taking a bit of my flesh between his teeth from time to
time. He sucked and chewed on my earlobes before moving southward.

The whole of my chest was bathed with his tongue. He sucked each nipple and
pinched them between his teeth. Even my armpits were cleaned. He licked his
way down my abdomen, exploring my navel. Then he attended my crotch.



He held my erect cock in his hot hand. He massaged the head with his thumb
as he caressed the shaft with his fingers. I began to shake and flex in his
hand. He smiled at me and started to lick the tip of my cock. A surge of
electricity shot up my spine. He continued to work the head and even
stimulated my piss slit.



He took me into his mouth slowly. He swallowed me entirely and held me
there in his mouth for a few moments. He carefully lifted up and slowly
pushed back down. I began to thrust upward in anticipation. Blake began to
work my cock at a faster pace and had increased the pressure. I fought the
urge to cum, it had been so long and I was very close. Blake must have
sensed the tension because he shifted his attention to another task.



He pushed my legs up toward my chest. He spread my cheeks and began to lick
around my hole. Then he pushed his tongue inside of me. He worked my hole
until it was saturated, then he lowered my legs and rose up on his
knees. We didn't have any lube so he used spit. He kissed me on the lips as
he started to push into me. His cock rested heavily on my prostate.



He started with nice long thrusts. I hadn't been with anyone in a long time
so it was a bit painful to start but he was so good and careful. He
continued at a moderate speed for quite awhile but then started to increase
the speed. He kept rubbing against my prostate making me moan.



Apparently, he was enjoying himself too because he took the time to
reposition me on my side so he could have me from behind. It was so nice to
have his arms around me and his head against my neck as he worked me. He
even started to stroke my aching dick. It was all becoming too much, my
balls were tightening and before long I was spewing cream all over the
sheets.



This seemed to spur Blake; he increased his speed even more and began to
moan loudly. It wasn't long before he too had reached the abyss and had
filled me with cum. We just lay there, motionless and limb from our
exploits. We hadn't been together in nearly five years, but it was as if we
had never parted.

Eventually the fog of pleasure lifted, Blake had to use the bathroom and I
decided to wash up. We gathered some snacks and climbed back into
bed. There was something about being with each other, about making love
that made it easier to be open. It made it easier to be less afraid of
being offensive or of being offended.



Blake decided to ask me about my relationship with Adrian and I answered
the best I could.





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Miscellaneous:

I would like to dedicate this chapter to my beautiful friend, Bryan. He has
inspired me more than he will ever know and has truly been the flame that
keeps my fire going.

Also, I would like to apologize for the lengthy delay between chapters, it
was certainly not my intention. However, my friend Liam has taken full
responsibility for this matter, "I did also notice that you were on a
writing tear until I emailed you. I knew I was a bad influence on you! If
you get any letters of complaint just tell them it's my fault and send them
my way, I'll handle it!" Liam said.

So please blame him for my shortcomings (laughs).

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