Date: Wed, 25 Oct 2000 13:50:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: Reid <saboteur_98155@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Compound- Chapter 4 (gay male/celebrity)

=DISCLAIMER=
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sexuality of the real person involved. Anything
mentioned from this point on is purely fictional and
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about the individual preferences, practices, or
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The lyrics are not used for any personal monetary
profit...

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The Compound- Chapter 4
By Reid
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"He's... asking for me?"

"Yes, he woke up and the first thing he asked about
was you."

"Is he OK?" I asked, my heart racing.

"He seems fine. A little tired, but fine."

"Is his brain... I mean, can he think OK?"

"He's the same as he was before," She smiled, "Do you
want to wait or get dressed...?"

I could only hiss at her and run back into the room.
Not wanting to anger whoever  that had decided to
bring Zac back to me, I knew that hurrying would be a
good idea as I pulled on a T-shirt and after some
hunting, found the shorts I'd worn before I'd gone to
bed. I didn't even bother with socks as I grabbed my
shoes and halfway down the hall, I was still pulling
them on.

"What time is it?" I asked Annie.

"11:22pm. He woke up about ten minutes ago."

"You're sure he's OK?"

"Yes. He's a little weak but he'll recover."

"Thank God." I whispered to myself as we turned the
corner to the infirmary. My stomach began to drop as I
got closer to the door and all of a sudden, I was
scared to see Zac. Something didn't want to let me
believe that Zac had come out of it and was going to
be OK. Maybe it was the influence of my parents who
told me that I wasn't good enough. That I didn't
deserve to be happy for the rest of my life. The two
guards were still outside of Zac's room, but they
didn't seem as tense as they had been before and one
opened the door for me, smiling as I went in.

Zac was on his stomach and Dr. Rios was bent over his
waist and I could see she was slowly removing a tube
from his ass. Just the sight of it made me wince and
she looked up and smiled. I made the shush gesture and
snuck around the side of the bed on the side where
Zac's head was turned away. His hospital gown was
pulled up to his waist and he was whimpering
dramatically as she removed the last of the tubing and
I leaned down and kissed him on the cheek. He gasped
and his body squirmed and Dr. Rios rolled him onto his
back and the sight of his face, alive and at least
somewhat well was the most wonderful thing I'd ever
seen. He smiled at me and pulled feebly on my shirt.

"What? What's wrong?" I asked, suddenly worried.

"Lean down here..." His voice was soft and slightly
weak."

"Why?"

"So I can hug you, stupid." He laughed and I bent down
and immediately, he wrapped his arms around me and it
was the absolute sweetest embrace I had ever felt. He
still felt weak and somewhat shaky but he had enough
strength to kiss me twice on the cheek and then a
long, wet kiss on the lips. Dr. Rios smiled and tossed
her rubber gloves in the trashcan before leaving so
quietly neither Zac nor I heard her. Not that we would
have if she'd fired a gun through the ceiling. Just
holding him again and feeling him return the gesture
was heavenly.

"Wow... did you miss me?" Zac asked, sounding oblivious.

"Of course. I was worried sick."

"Why? I just had my appendix out."

That moment was a crossroads for me. Should I tell Zac
or just wait for the doctor to tell him?

"Uh... Zac, you were really sick."

"I was?" He looked at me, confused.

"Yeah. The doctor said your appendix burst and they
weren't sure if you were going to be OK."

"Oh," He looked shocked for a second. But his face
brightened, "Well, I guess I was meant to come back to
you."

"I guess so." I said, smiling bigger than I ever had
before. Zac smiled back and slipped his hand into mine
and squeezed it, and the sensation of feeling him do
so was incredible. For the next few minutes, neither
of us said anything and we just held hands as I
watched Zac breathing softly and listened to the beep
of his cardiac monitor. My legs suddenly felt very
weak and I lowered myself into the chair that had been
returned to the bedside.

"Reid..." Zac said, "You OK?"

"No," I whispered, "I'm not OK."

My eyes burned and I sniffled before burying my face
in the mattress and sobbing. Zac didn't say anything
as he ran his fingers through my hair and gently
massaged my scalp and stroked the back of my neck and
the ID tag tickled my skin and made me squirm. I sat
up and wiped my eyes with my forearm and took a deep
breath.

"So... are you gonna kiss me?" Zac asked, smiling.

His lips looked so tempting at that point he didn't
have to ask me twice. I leaned down and kissed him
softly at first, just enjoying the sensation of his
lips against mine and then longer, not probing with my
tongue to give him a little break and he just laid
there, gently kissing me back and letting my mouth
have it's way. His hand rested on the back of my head
and we kissed, reacquainting ourselves with each
other. When we finally broke lip contact, I rested my
forehead against his and sighed.

"What's wrong?" He asked, gently pecking me on the
chin.

"I don't wanna go back to the room."

"You don't have to." He said, sliding himself over on
the bed and leaving me about half a foot of room.

"Zac... I can't sleep there."

"Why not? We can mush together."

"Hey, bro. Your big ass ain't no joke." I used one of
his favorite terms.

He laughed weakly and pushed the small blue button on
the handle of the bed. A few seconds later, Annie
walked into the room.

"Do you need something?" She asked.

"Yeah. I shall need a bigger bed. This seedy looking
young lad will be staying with me tonight." Zac said
in a snooty English voice.

"It'll take a while. You'll have to sit on his lap
until I can get in here and get it installed."

"That's fine." Zac said cheerfully.

"Wait a minute," I said, "About how long will he be
sitting on my lap?"

"About an hour. It won't take too long."

I nodded and bent over to help Zac up and he pulled
himself up with his arms and pushed the blanket down
to his ankles. I faltered a second at the sight of his
long legs wide open and sticking out of the hospital
gown and it took me a few minutes to remember what I
was supposed to do.

"Reid..." Zac said, "Reid? Earth to Reid..."

"Huh... oh, yeah." I sat down on the edge of the bed and
let Zac wrap his arms around me and I stood up, being
very careful to not push or prod on any of his
sensitive areas. His warmth pushed against my back as
I stood up and carried him over to the padded chair
against the wall and he brushed his lips across my ear
lobe and softly blew warm air in my ear. I shivered
and nudged him with my shoulder as I stopped in front
of the chair and sat down while Zac held himself up
against the wall. Once I was settled, he put a knee on
either side of my hips and sat down slowly on my lap
and the weight wasn't nearly as bad as I had
anticipated.  In fact... it was actually kind of nice
because Zac was still either sedated or half asleep
because in between nuzzling my neck, he would kiss way
all over my face and chest. He slipped his hands under
my shirt and slowly rubbed his way all over my torso.

"I'm OK." He kept whispering. And I had no choice but
to believe him.

Eventually, in-between the kisses and the nuzzling and
the sensation of his big warm asscheeks pressing into
my puny lap, Annie and Dr. Rios managed to wheel in
the new double bed and remove the smaller single.
After hooking it up quickly, Annie had to come over
and touch Zac on the shoulder to get our attention and
I gave him the same piggy back ride back into the new
bed, setting him down in the bed and adjusting his
gown to cover his naughty bits. He snuggled in under
the covers and I sat down and slipped off my shoes.

"Do I need to shower?" I asked him.

"Nah, you'd better wait until we can shower together."
He said, knowing just how to make me shiver with
anticipation.

I pulled off my shirt and folded it neatly on the
bedside table and lay back in the bed, pulling the
covers up over the both of us and settling in on my
right side. My back was turned to him and it only took
a few seconds before I felt a soft kick on my leg. No
words were needed as I rolled over and held Zac close
to me. The light fabric of his gown rubbed against my
bare chest and I could feel his soft, warm breath
against my shoulder as we lay there, not needing to
really say anything. The steady beep of Zac's
cardiomonitor was the only thing I could hear as I
softly stroked his hair.

 "I thought I'd never get to do this again." I said.

"Reid... don't..." Zac said softly.

"What's wrong?"

"Did I really almost die?"

"You were on the edge for a while. I was worried."

"I'm sorry..." He whispered, and he began to shake
slightly.

"Zac, what do you have to be sorry about?" He began to
sniffle and now wasn't the time to fall apart.

"I hurt you... I made you worry..." He said, burying his
face in my neck.

"Zac... you didn't hurt me. I was worried but it's going
to be OK, now.  Don't be scared."

"It's not that... it's just... I didn't tell you some
stuff."

"Zac," I was genuinely lost, "What do you mean?"

"You said I almost... got really sick and hurt," His
grip on me tightened a bit, "I'm just scared because I
might have gotten sick and not been able to tell you
some things. Like if my brain got fucked up or I
couldn't talk--"

"Zac. Calm down. You're OK now."

"I know! But if it happens again, I need you to know
some stuff."

"Well... I'm not going anywhere."

"I know... The thing is, I mean, you watched me when I
was on TV and doing all those interviews and stuff,
right?"

"Yep. Every time."

"Well... that wasn't ME. When we got famous and when we
started, it was but after some time I grew out of it
and it just wasn't me anymore. But the people who
managed us told me that by the time I grew out of it,
it was what all our fans expected me to be like. So
they told me to keep being all extra hyper and goofy
but the whole time, it wasn't me and it wasn't who I
was or who I am. You know what I mean?

"They wanted you to keep being hyper because that's
what people were used to."

"Yeah! Exactly. And they told me to keep being like
that and I did and then when we put out our new album,
they let me be a little less like that but they made
sure I never forgot that I had to be that way just a
little bit. And it's just kinda a natural thing that
I'm hyper but they wanted me to keep being like that
and then people who I saw who didn't want me like that
expected it. And then I couldn't be myself and I
always had to be hyper because when I tried to not be
that way, everyone got worried like I was depressed."

"They wouldn't let you be who you are."

"Yes! That's exactly how it was. And there wasn't
anyone I could talk to about it because everyone saw
this 'image' of me that they thought was right. And I
couldn't say anything because no one understood."

"Yeah... and?"

"You understand."

It took me a few minutes to comprehend what he meant.

"Wow..." I said, and it wasn't very profound but it was
all I could say.

"You know me. Like... I'm a different person than 'Zac
Hanson the ROCK STAR'."

"Well... I would hope so. I didn't fall in love with
him."

"I know! That's exactly what I mean! Watching me on TV
and listening to me sing and reading me in interviews
and having a crush on me is one thing. But really
loving me and accepting me is a totally different
thing. And I feel like you, and you're the first
person to make me feel this way, I feel like you
really love me and accept me. I don't worry about
being some character anymore and I was really nervous
and I didn't like myself for a long time because I
felt guilty for being gay and not being who I am." Zac
took a deep breath, "You make that guilt go away and
now I'm proud of who I am. And for the longest time... I
never thought that would happen to me."

What he said made me prouder than anything anyone had
said to me. Here was this fifteen year old, blond,
cute rock star telling me I make him proud of who he
is. But what was I supposed to say? All I could do was
lay there and hold him as he poured his heart out to
me... it's not like anyone else could have done any
better. The fact that I shared the feelings didn't
make it any better and if anything, it made it all
that more awkward because I didn't want to step on his
feelings and say something stupid.

The damn cardiomonitor still kept beeping.

"Reid..." Zac said.

"Huh?" I said, snapping back to reality.

"Say something."

"Zac... thank you."

We both went quiet and just lay there, holding each
other. Zac stopped shaking and settled back against me
and his body finally seemed to relax and the tension
drained out of him and he seemed to be at peace. My
chin rested against the top of his head and his hair
felt soft and warm... really, his whole body felt warm
and soft against me, which was certainly a most
welcome feeling. My mind couldn't help but wander back
to when my body had nearly expired from carrying him
in here and the sensation of his sickly lukewarm skin
under my fingers.

My mind also couldn't help but try to remember what it
was like before I'd met Zac and he'd become the best
thing in my life... but as much as I tried to remember,
I couldn't. My mind just couldn't grasp what my life
had been like and what I'd been living for. In the
space of a few short months, a fifteen-year-old rock
star had turned my life upside down. He had completely
rearranged my priorities, turning me from a burned
out, matured too soon ghost into a real, living,
breathing person with a reason to wake up every
morning. After my dad turned me in, I'd resigned
myself to a slow, agonizing, brokenhearted death in
this government set-up concentration camp.

But for some reason... someone, somewhere had seen me
fit to bring Zac to me. I didn't completely understand
why... but sweet Jesus, was I thankful.

=Later...=

It had been about three days since Zac had woken up
and over the time, he began to regain more and more of
his strength. By the third day, he was basically just
laying in a hospital bed enjoying being pampered and
taken care of for no other reason than Dr. Rios wanted
to keep him under observation. As expected, the
infirmary staff had fallen in love with Zac, willingly
accommodating his requests and mine as well, because
of association. The word was that Dr. Rios had given
word to the cafeteria that Zac was to be given
anything he wanted to eat, just so long as it wasn't
too spicy or hard on his stomach... so naturally, ice
cream and pizza were served constantly. But to his
credit, Zac took it all in stride, not ordering too
much (not for him, anyway) and always offering some to
the guards who were camped outside his door at all
hours of the day and night. One of them, Agt. Bonds,
took me aside and warned me that the residents in J
sector were becoming increasingly hostile and that Zac
and I should be careful when we walk the grounds in
case one of them managed to claw their way out. Yet, I
didn't worry because the compound's security system
was top notch.

Another unique treat was when Dr. Rios brought in a
40" TV set connected to the staff satellite dish so
Zac and I enjoyed the opportunity to catch up on the
fall TV season. All the usual networks were available:
ABC, NBC, CBS, and FOX as well as the usual cable
channels and some of the charming Virgin Islands local
access channels. Because of this new blessing, I was
able to finally find out who won Survivor, whether or
not the new Road Rules hadn't died of boredom, the
results of the baseball season, and the latest buzz in
the entertainment industry. Zac caught up on his
cartoon watching and we were lucky to catch the Pop-Up
Video/Rock & Roll Jeopardy all day marathon as well.

On our second day of watching TV, we found out that
Zac's outburst at the Grammies had inspired several
other male celebrities to be true about their own
feelings. Some were more interesting than others were
but the concept of Kevin Spacey French kissing David
Letterman wasn't quite conducive to our fantasies. Zac
didn't know whether to gag or laugh when two members
of N'Sync had engaged in fellatio on a live broadcast
Disney special and thankfully, none of the above
mentioned would be sent to our sector. After turning
to CNN, we also found out that Ricky Martin was
organizing a political rally from Compound #399W in
Spain, hoping to get enough money behind a candidate
for president who would abolish the whole "compound"
system and let us go back to everyday life.

But none of that was big news compared to what Dr.
Rios told us. It was about 4:00pm and Zac and I were
watching the E! True Hollywood Story on The Facts of
Life as I clipped Zac's toenails, which had gotten
somewhat long and lethal in the past week.

"Get me a drink." He said casually, resting his head
on his folded arms.

"I'm busy." I said, not turning around, trying to cut
through a particularly hard nail.

"OK... I guess I can wait..." He said in a mopey tone of
voice.

"Oh my god..." I said, staring at his foot.

"What?"

"You have hair on your toes." I said, staring at the
blond wisps.

"Hey, you told me not to shave." He said.

"Well, you're gonna start."

"Oh no! I asked you and you said I didn't have to!"

"Well, that was before you had hair on your toes.
Maybe you need a full body shave." I said, and felt
him shudder and I walked my two fingers up his leg
slowly, "What's the matter? Don't you like the idea of
a shard of metal being scraped and raked across your
skin?"

"Shut up." He giggled, playfully trying to swat my
fingers away from his thigh. It had been too long
since we had last made love and we were both beginning
to go stir crazy but I had promised not to do anything
until he was out of the infirmary. Sighing, I pulled
my fingers away from his leg and went back to clipping
his toenails and admiring his cute feet..., which was a
little tough when you're trying not to inhale too
much.

The door opened and Dr. Rios walked in and she looked
apprehensive about something. She took a deep breath
before putting her hands into the pockets of her white
lab coat, "Hey. I have something to tell you guys."

"What is it?" I said, not really concerned.

"Zac, when you had to have your appendix out, I was
legally obligated to contact your parents and tell
them."

Zac turned away from the TV and looked at her, a look
of dead seriousness on his face, "What did they say?"

"Well," Dr. Rios said, sitting down on the bed, "Your
mom gave me quite an earful because she didn't like
that we didn't notify her right after the operation.
So after some ranting, she announced that she was
going to..."

Dr. Rios paused, and I looked up, saying softly, "...
come see you here."

"Yes. She'll be here tomorrow night." Dr. Rios said.

I looked at Zac, expecting to see fear and perhaps
regret, but he was smiling. Genuinely.

"My mom is coming." He said, his voice filled with
pure joy, "You're gonna meet my mom, Reid."

Before I could react, Zac flew down the bed and hugged
me, squeezing me hard and sending me backward onto the
bed. Dr. Rios started to warn him not to hurt himself
but she simply smiled and got up off the bed.

"Tonight's your last night, Zac. You can go back to
the room tomorrow." She gently patted Zac on the
shoulder and left.

He was straddling me, his gown laying across his
thighs as he sat on me, smiling, "You're gonna meet my
mom!"

"Whoa... Zac... wait... what if she doesn't like me?" I
said, and for the first time, I was honestly worried
what someone else would think of me.

"Reid, dude..." He laughed, "She knows all about you."

"What?!" I said, trying to get up and panic but Zac,
showing a shocking amount of strength held me down
with one hand.

"Reid, I've written to her and talked to her on the
phone. She knows everything about you except... the
adult stuff."

"Why didn't you tell me?!"

"Uh... I did. I told you that my mom wants to meet you
sometime soon." He looked at me skeptically, "God,
you're slow."

"Shut up!" I said, relieved and scared to death at the
same time.

Zac rolled off me and laid by my side and propped
himself up on one elbow, "Reid, don't worry. Just be
you. Everything. Will. Be. Fine." He leaned in and
kissed me on the lips.

"You tired?" He asked, rubbing his leg up and down
against mine.

"Nope. We get out of here tomorrow... or can you not
wait?" I said, responding to his flirting.

"Do you promise to be gentle?" He asked, putting on
his 'fragile waif' look.

"Not really." I said, kissing him on the forehead and
rubbing my fingertips slowly across his bare thigh.
The beep of the monitor began to speed up slightly and
I could feel Zac fidget slightly. His cheeks began to
flush and he took a deep breath as I slipped my hand
under his gown and stroked his warm stomach, lightly
tracing my index fingertip around his belly button. He
squirmed and murmured against me as I let my fingers
travel further up onto his chest. I used my feather
touch technique around one of his nipples and over the
tip, making him shake. He moaned softly and tensed his
hips.

"Am I leaning on your stitches?" I whispered, making
it a point to blow my warm breath in his ear.

"Uh... ummm.. no..." Zac moaned, his cheeks turning a nice
deep shade of red.

"Well... that's good." I said, rubbing the palm of my
hand over his chest and feeling his firm pecs. I
leaned it and kissed him on the cheek as I pinched one
of his nipples between my fingers, making him jerk and
whimper. In between moans, he kissed me back, pushing
his warm lips against my chin and flicking his tongue
across my skin.

Zac watched me intently as I reached up and pressed
the green button by his bed.

"Yes?" Annie's voice came through the voicebox.

"Annie, Zac and I are going to need some privacy."

"OK, Reid. Just don't overwork him too hard."

I released the button and looked back down at Zac.

"You know," I said casually as I reached down and
cupped his full balls in my right hand, "I'll bet
three days of not cumming has made these big boys nice
and filled up. What do you say?"

I punctuated my statement with a nice firm squeeze,
and after Zac moaned and shivered, he responded, "Oh
yes... they need to drain really bad... they hurt..."

"They hurt, huh?" I kissed him on the lips and said,
"Well, we can't have that, huh?"

"No... they need your help..."

I kissed Zac one last time and pushed the blankets
down to his ankles, exposing the impressive tent in
his gown with a dark spot at the tip, which had begun
to spread. Sliding my hands under his gown, I pushed
it up slowly, inch by inch, exposing his thighs... then
his balls.... then his throbbing erection and golden
blond pubic bush... his firm stomach with the white
bandage on the side... and then his strong chest and
hard dark nipples. Zac was gazing down at me, his
brown eyes burning with desire, as he was biting his
lower lip, urging me on. I smiled at him before
pushing the gown further up and over his head,
covering his face and leaving the rest of his body
open to my wishes.

I slowly rubbed my tongue up his calf and a passionate
groan came from under the gown and I looked up to see
a long, wet glob of precum ooze out from under his
foreskin and slowly slide down his shaft. His whole
body quivered as I continued upward, letting my tongue
slide over the hard cap of his knee and up onto the
milky soft skin of his thigh, making him shiver even
more and his dick shook back and forth, sending a hot
thick stream of precum onto his stomach. In the three
months since he'd been there and the two months we'd
been a couple, I'd never seen such sexual mechanics in
action. His thigh muscles flexed under my lips and I
nibbled my way up to the firm skin of his hip, where I
licked my tongue over the skin as I looked up and saw
the gown had begun to grow dark and damp with sweat
over his forehead. His chest was heaving and he was
breathing so hard I could see his ribs and the slight
outline of his heart thumping in his chest as the
heart monitor began to beep even faster.

Zac's arms were pinned under the gown and he squirmed
slightly as I brushed my lips over the transparent
medical tape around the edge of his bandage. He moaned
in some mystery language as my lips found their way
back over to his stomach where I slowly ran my tongue
down the crease in between his abdominal muscles. He
cried out and his hips thrust, causing his cockhead to
brush my chin and spread a thick, warm glob of his
precum onto my chin and lower lip which I promptly
licked off, savoring the sweet, musky taste. I lowered
my face over his cock, admiring his slit winking at me
slightly before slowly wrapping my lips around the
head and sucking him into my mouth. He let out a
throaty groan and arched his back as much as he could,
his rock hard tool sliding deeper into my mouth
against my tongue and I could feel my eyes begin to
tear up and I remembered how worried I was that I'd
never feel this way again.

His hands rubbed up my neck and into my hair as I
worked my mouth up and down on his cock, soaking the
pink skin with my warm spit and curling my tongue
around his shaft. His cockhead throbbed against my
tongue and a steady, thick stream of precum was
hitting my tonsils while my I let my tongue firmly
press against the blue vein in his cock, making him
jerk and thrash as best he could. My right hand crept
up to his stomach and I felt the beginnings of his
treasure trail under my first two fingers as they slid
up between his pecs, up over his straining neck, and
onto his cotton covered mouth. I could feel his hot,
heaving breath through the fabric. He kissed my
fingers and licked at them through the gown before I
brought them back down and moistened them with the
slick sheen of sweat on his chest, dragging them down
over his stomach and onto his thigh. Until then, I
hadn't been seriously sucking him off until I slid my
fingers into the hot valley of his ass and began to
ease them into his hole, and I heard his moans begin
to get louder until he was practically howling with
sexual desire.

Yet another amazing thing about Zac was that his ass
seemed to magically snap back to it's pre-penetrated,
vulcanized rubber cheerio tightness state. And as I
pushed my index finger into him, I could hear the
strains of a song coming from Dr. Rios' office and I
could tell she was trying to down out the sounds of
sexual desire...

"See myself in the pouring home
See the light come over now
See myself in the pouring rain
I watch hope come over me"

"South Side" by Moby... a song I actually liked. The
lyrics caught our ears as Zac squirmed, his cock
getting even harder as I took it slowly into my mouth.
His hips writhed and shuddered as my lips sucked and
worked their magic on his tool, sucking like a vacuum
for a second and then caressing him gently with my
tongue. Letting it peek under his foreskin and tease
his slit...

"Here we are now going to the west side
Weapons in hand as we go for a ride
Some may come and some may stay
Watching out for a sunny day where there's...
Love and darkness and my sidearm..."

He groaned and his back began to arch again and I
could feel his damp stomach and pubic hair brush my
forehead as I worked him over with my mouth, slapping
his cockhead with my tongue. His hole was grabbing my
fingers like a boa constrictor trying to suffocate
it's prey and for a second, I likened it to some deep
sea creature or H.R. Geiger-created alien in a movie
as it sucked and grabbed at me. The constrictions were
so strong I could feel them in his cock as it throbbed
and bounced helplessly in my mouth, a willing captive
to my oral ministrations....

"Here we are now going to the south side
I pick up my friends and we hope we won't die
Ride at night, ride through heaven and hell
Come back and feel so well..."

His hands gripped the collar of my shirt and his back
bent one last time as a softer moan of surprise came
out of his mouth and his cock swelled even bigger. The
first thick gush of his hot cum hit the roof of my
mouth and in it; I could feel small bits of jellied
cum and streaks of thicker, older cum bounce off my
tongue. Despite the hot storm in my mouth, my tongue
kept it's course and licked slowly over his slit,
collecting every drop that came out but some managed
to spill out my mouth, dribbling warmly down my chin.
Zac's chest and stomach heaved as nearly five days of
torturously withheld jizz finally released itself,
setting off fireworks in his head and making the bed
creak as his hips thumped up and down.

Eventually, his thrusts and heaves got weaker as the
throbbing went away and the last globs of cum slowly
oozed out and ran down the sides of his cock. I let
his wet organ fall from my mouth and slowly slid my
finger out of him, feeling his hole weakly squeeze it
and try to keep it from leaving and I slid up on the
bed. Kissing my way slowly over his belly button and
up to his nipples, licking them slightly and keeping
my mouth closed so I wouldn't lose the remnants of his
load. When I slid the gown off his head, he was
flushed and his eyes were glazed but he managed to
make eye contact with me and smile, prompting me to
lean down and kiss him, transferring the cum to his
mouth and letting him lick his finely aged cum from my
mouth.

He pulled himself up and pulled the gown off, tossing
it carelessly over onto the bedside chair. He looked
at me and laughed.

"What?" I asked, still in a daze.

"You came." He said softly, rubbing the wetspot in my
shorts.

"How could I not have?" I said, still trying to get my
frazzled brain in order.

"Awww..." He cooed in a sappy voice, "Did making me cum
make you cum?"

He laid back and watched as I pulled my clothes off
and curled up next to him, our sweaty, naked bodies
resonating their heat off of each other. He rested his
forehead against mine and kissed me gently on the
lips, giving me a taste of his cum and spit mixed
together. The song in Dr. Rios' office had changed to
"Again" by Lenny Kravitz... apparently she was a fan of
modern rock.

Zac sang softly along with the music, "A sacred gift
of heaven ... For better worse, wherever ... And I would
never let somebody break you down ... Until you cried..."

I smiled and kissed him.

He sang again, "All of my life... Where have you been... I
wonder if I'll ever see you again... And if that day
comes... I know we could win..."

"I wondered if I'd ever see you again..." I finished...

=To Be Continued...=