Date: Sun, 31 Oct 2004 01:42:06 -0800
From: Kevin Harness <kevroc54321@tns.net>
Subject: A Boy To Remember, Part 8 / Epilogue

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want to hear/read a relationship story of a man/boy nature, hear explicit
sexual content, or if the province, state, country, etc you are in does not
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now. Otherwise, read on. All characters, of course, are portrayed by actors
18 years of age or over, and any character resemblance to any real-life
person or persons is pure accidental and unintentional.

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Justin awoke probably two hours or so after he and Michael had finally
fallen asleep, mind racing at a thousand miles per hour, yet peaceful at
the same time.  He looked over at Michael who was completely and utterly
out like a light, heavy breathing, eyes serenely closed.  Justin could only
just shake his head, fairly in disbelief at the run of events that made up
the last couple years of his life.  From his initial meeting with Michael
at the campground some two years before, it had been like a
dream-come-true.  He propped up on his elbows next to his older lover,
tears beginning to flow, lips quivering.......  He couldn't believe someone
loved him this much, was this much of a friend, cared so much about his
very existence, and decided to not only stand by his side for the rest of
life, but also decided that he was special enough to be included in
Michael's life, goals, endeavors, and heart.  It totally blew him away, he
felt SO lucky, and so very humbled by the whole thing.

He whispered softly to Michael, knowing that on some subconscious level
he'd receive the message, but not wanting to wake him up.

"Damn, Michael, I love you soooooo much.  Thanks for being you, loving me,
and letting me be with you for the rest of our lives.  There aren't any
words in my vocabulary to even come close to explaining to you what you
did, and what this means to me.  I love you....."

And he lightly kissed Michael's chest and rested his head there, warm tears
still sqeezed from his clenched eyes.

"I love you too, sweetie....." Michael softly said in return.

Justin popped his head up in mild surprise, but could only look at Michael
thru watery eyes, lips still quivering, unable to speak.

".....and for the record, I feel like the lucky one, although I know we're
both luckier than hell.  I've got you as my love, so caring, so devoted,
and just about the most beautiful boy I have e-v-e-r had the privilege of
having my eyes come to rest on.  I can't even believe I can get these words
out, because I am about as broken up on this whole thing about 19 times
worse than you are....."

Michael began to sob, too.  "I love you SO much Justin.  And thank y-o-u
for......i dunno........everything...."

He pulled Justin's head back to his chest, and they both cried like they'd
been re-united after having been separated for years.

It took a while for both to simmer down a bit, Michael stroking his
favorite boy's beautiful blonde hair, kissing the top of his head about two
or three thousand times - with Justin nuzzling his love's chest, cooing and
kissing back every so often.

Justin propped himself up, and took the back of his hand and lightly
stroked Michael's cheek.  The both smiled.

"So, what brought that on, babes?" Michael asked, with every once of care
in his voice that he possessed.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Justin smiled impishly.

Michael just stuck his tongue out at Justin, and Justin immediately burst
out laughing, followed by Michael doing the same.

"I dunno, it wasn't really a 'brought on' thing.  It's always been there,
and the more I fell in love, the more committed and intent I was, it just
kept building," Justin tried to explain.

Michael smiled, and pulled Justin's head back to his chest, where he again
kissed the top of his head.  He loved doing that, and Justin's hair always
smelled like sweet boy + the wind + some other quality that made it about
as erotic and alluring as you could imagine.

Justin could smell Michael's skin, a man-smell that made him feel like he'd
come home, was where he should be, and totally safe.  He could only shake
his head, and kiss Michael's chest, nuzzle with his nose and cheeks, and
hug tight.

"We gotta go tell mom tomorrow, uh, well, today," Justin said.

"Trust me, she already knows," Michael posed, "all we'll be doing is
confirming the obvious and/or the inevitable," he chuckled.

"Yeah, you're probably right," Justin conceded, and he smiled.  "Cool."

"Very," Michael returned.

Justin woke up first in the morning, a bit after the sun had come up.  He
was sleeping "spoons" with Michael right behind him, arm draped over
Justin.  Justin l-o-v-e-d sleeping this way.

Michael stirred.

Justin could feel Michael's eary morning stiffie pressed loosely against
his bottom, and groaned.

"You ok, babes?" Michael asked.

"No, don't feel well at all," Justin pouted.

"Wha's'up?"

"You're too far away," Justin fake pouted again.

Michael pressed in close, pressing the shaft of his erect upright penis
into the crack of Justin's beautiful butt, and hugging Justin tightly,
kissing his neck.

"Better?"

Justin smiled and wiggled sexily, "Yeah, I'm all better now.  MMMMmmmmmm,"
and he closed his eyes dreamily.

Justin reached over to the nightstand, and dispensed from the spigot there
a healthy glob of lube, and slid his hand beneath the sheet and to his butt
and Michael's engorged cock.  The rest he slathered onto his own very erect
boyhood.

Michael immediately accomodated, kissing Justin everywhere he could and
entered his boy gently, slowly, and deeply, pressing his abdomen against
Justin's back, and pulling Justin tight to him.

"Oh yeah baby," Justin breathed.

From this angle Michael slid right across his love's prostate / seminal
vessel with each stroke.

"Oh holy ........." Justin rolled his eyes, and nearly swallowed his tongue
from trying to speak while taking a sharp inhale of air from the thrust of
Michael's assault on his love-gland.

"Oh dammmmmmmmnn," Justin was nearly passing out.  Michael gently pushed
away Justin's hand, and took over stroking his boy's turgid cock as he
pulsed inside of Justin, faster and faster, deeper, and deeper.

Michael was rapidly losing control, his orgasm screaming ahead at
lightening pace, Justin not far behind.  He began thrusting harder,
pressing his dick in as far as he could and straining with each stroke,
while pacing his jacking off of Justin to each stroke he was delivering.

Justin felt like he was fucking himself, being fucked by Michael, fucking
Michael, and could barely think at all, knowing only that every nerve fiber
in his body had been lit and was connected to his loins and that the most
intense orgasm of his life.........

....was happening NOW...........!

Michael slammed in deep and jettisoned volley after volley of hot cum,
Justin spurting nearly uncontrollably and being milked by Michael....

Justin pulled Michael's arm in tight to him, pulling Michael tight against
his back.  Michael remained totally hard and inside Justin.  It was a
moment that would last forever in their minds, and for a while longer here
in the real world.

"Don't pull away yet," Justin asked quietly, "I....."

"I wasn't goin' nowheres, sweetie," Michael said, kissing Justin's hair.

"I love it when you do that," Justin cooed.

"I know, me too.  Sweetie, your hair is so....  well....  No big secret, I
like blonde hair, and yours has like about three different kinds of blonde
in it that make it just like friggin' beautiful, the way it reflects light,
it bounces so cool-like when you move your head, it always smells like a
spring breeze........"

"...hey and that's just my hair," Justin played along and squealed
gleefully.  "Tell me about the rest of me," grinning from ear to ear.

Michael grinned, "The rest of you is equally stunning.  But you know the
most stunning thing of all?"

"What?" Justin dove-tailed right in.

"That you're my life-partner, and if I croaked a second from now, I'd would
still have considered myself the luckiest man ever."

Justin turned slightly, smiling, "Oh you ain't going NOwhere, Mr. Michael.
You're stuck with me."

"Hmmm.  Correction, stuck in you," Michael laughed.

Justin gently contracted his spincter muscled on Michael's still tense
penis.  "Yup, correct," Justin agreed.

"Hey, let's take a shower and go tell mom, 'k?" Justin asked.

"Way cool, let's go," and they raced like 7-year olds for the shower.

Mom, of course, was elated, and hugged Justin for a long time.

"I'm so proud of you, honey," she said.  "This is my dream come true, for
you."

"Thanks mom."

"So, what of your plans, for school, um, I don't know, whatever," she
asked, making sure that all wasn't being tossed to the wind.

"Still making plans, mom, but the coolest thing that just happened is,
well, that my support crew just signed on for life," he smiled ear to ear,
and looked up at Michael.

Michael was all smiles, too.  Mom looked up at Michael and moved over and
gave him a big hug, too.  "You up to this task?" she joked, "this guy's a
pretty large handful from time to time," and she winked over at Justin, who
mockingly put his hands on his hips and looked aghast.

Michael cracked up.  "To be honest, I think so.  But what I'm most sure of
is that I love your son more than I thought I had in me, and no obstacle is
going to stand in my or our way of making sure he goes places in this
world.  He makes me so happy that I can't stop smiling, and I'm just
ecstatic about finding ways I can help him, support him, and just be the
best life-partner for him that I can possibly be, whatever that entails."

She smiled at Michael, "Nice," and turned to Justin, inviting his response
to her question.

"Yeah, what he said," Justin clowned, and all three of them burst out
laughing.

Mom planned it all, with their reception being held at the local park, and
the next thing that Michael remembered was raising a glass as a toast to an
eclectic crowd of he and Justin's friends, some of their relatives, and a
few onlookers who happened by the happy event.

"Hi everyone, thanks for coming, it's a really special day for me.  Justin
and I exchanged our vows a while back which consisted of 'Hell Yeah'," he
laughed and the crowd cackled right along with him, "which I'm sure you can
understand.  Justin is a stunningly beautiful guy, who I found to be even
more beautiful inside as he is outside, if that is possible in this
universe.  His level of care and understanding is routinely eye-opening,
and this world is lucky to have him walking on it.  Further, his love and
compassion for me, for his life, and for our mutual involvement with each
other has been, on many occasions, enough to bring tears to my eyes," and
Michael eyes watered up and tears fell, but he continued nonetheless.

"What started out as a contest on which ice cream was better ended up with
me knowing I had the best person that this world had to offer, and was the
luckiest man alive.  I love him more than words can e-v-e-r describe.  And
so," he paused, and raised his glass toward Justin, "thank you, here's to
you sweetie, I love you now, and forever."

Justin's face was streaked with tears, too, along with about three-quarters
of the people present, but he and everyone toasted on command.

Justin made no attempt to wipe his face, but stepped up beside Michael,
glass in hand, and addressed the crowd, too.

"Hi, I think you probably all know me, or by now figured out that I'm
Justin, the object of Michael's beautiful, insightful, informative,
yet...." and he made a funny face to which all cracked up, "slightly
in-need-of-correction speech."

"Uh oh," Michael quipped.

Everyone cracked up again.

"Yes, our vows were sealed with 'Hell Yeah'.  It just seemed appropriate
for the two 7-year olds that we are.  I mean, case in point, we raced from
the bedroom, zooming down the hallway, to the shower this morning to see
who could get there first."  He paused to let the crowd laugh.  "Of course,
I won."

"Liar."

"So."

Michael watched as Justin, with all the expertise of a trained PR man, had
the crowd following his every word.

"Anyway.  The main boo-boo Michael made in his address was this.  He
absolutely can't be the luckiest man alive, because I am.  Being a younger,
gay guy, with what I am willing to term 'reasonably good looks', I have
been approached by, wanted by, been sought after by guys all the way from a
little younger than I was, to quite a lot older.  Lots, many, too many.
Online; in malls; in school; on the streets; in stores.  And so I feel I've
gotten a pretty good view of people, at least in their interest of me, if
not also of their general personalities.  And I can tell you this: I knew
Michael was different from the first seconds I saw him and talked to him.
And he is, way.  When you talk about "care", Michael probably has his
picture next to one of the definitions in the dictionary.  I've never felt
anyone care more how I was, how my day went, how my life was going to go,
e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g, except for maybe my own mom.  But, mom's job was to
get me to a point where I could grow up and have this sort of a
relationship, be able to see it, make it my own, and handle it accordingly.
And that is SO easy because of it's Michael that I'm in love with, who I've
pledged to stand by no matter what the hell comes up, forever.  Some of you
might have thought well, this is kinda about an older guy seducing and
taking advantage of a younger guy, and I can tell you now that you might as
well throw that idea away right now.  Michael is not now, nor has he ever
been about that.  He's the real deal.  I've never had a better friend,
lover, confidant, or support group, ever.  And so to you Michael, I thank
y-o-u, for being you, for loving me, and for letting me love you as much as
I do."

He raised his glass to the crowd so that each and every one of them had
their glasses raised too, then brought his glass down to Michael's level,
and clinked their glasses together.

"Thank you, Mr. Michael, for our being Life Partners with each other.  From
my heart to you: I do S-O love you.........." and he smiled BIG at Michael,
and he and everyone sipped their drinks.

Michael sat his drink down and Justin did the same.

Michael put his arms around Justin, and conceded, "Ok, well, maybe it was a
tie," and they both cracked up, and kissed.

The crowd cheered, and applauded, and it was as though the happy couple had
presented each other with themselves as a gift to the other.  Which in a
manner of speaking was exactly what happened.

Neither could recall ever having been happier anywhere in their life.

And the nice part was, that this was just the starting point........