Date: Thu, 05 Dec 2002 10:56:18 -0800 From: Steve Thomas <s4d@hotmail.com> Subject: Chris-Crossed-Seth-15 I have been informed that it would be a good idea to state a few warning comments. There may be graphic sexual scenes between men in this story, so please, if this offends you, or it is illegal or you are underaged to read such, stop here and hit your "back" button. If it is okay with you, read on and enjoy. I also want to thank Nifty for the opportunity to post my stories here. I have met some very nice people and been afforded an opportunity to express myself as never before. The feedback I have received here has encouraged me on to write more. Thanks to you all. >From Chapter 14: We sat down on the couch, and (Brian) snuggled me up to his side. He immediately started to unbutton his shirt, then mine. His chest hair looked so good! I reached out and touched his nipple. He gave a small, high pitched moan. HE ran his finger tips across my smooth chest. I purred! He kissed me and I responded passionately. His hands were all over my chest and stomach. He was not too long in adeptly undoing my fly, and releasing my little straining member. He removed my pants, then his own, and pushed me down onto the couch. He moved my jacket to the floor. The pendant (that Luke had just given me) fell out. He picked it up. I froze. Holding it up, he said, "What's this?" I was at a loss! "It -- it's -- uh -- from -- Luke." "Oh." He said, and all of a sudden the magic was gone as fast as I could blink. "Really!" Chapter 15 "I -- He just slipped it into my pocket,. I was going to tell you, but -" "But you just wanted to have sex first! Don't spoil the moment with the truth!" He almost hissed it at me. "Brian, that's not fair. Wait a minute! It IS fair. That's exactly what I was doing! I DIDN'T want to spoil our night with this -- complication! Is that so bad?" Shit! I don't know! It's just so -- This is fucked up!" I felt so bad! His eyes were full of tears again. How often was I to be the reason for his tears?! "Bri -- I was stunned myself. In the first place he slipped it into my pocket, then signaled me to not look at it while we were saying good-bye. I just saw it before dinner!" "Is that why you were so quiet?" he inquired. "Yes. And why were you?" He stopped for a moment. "I -- I don't -- I guess I suspected -- no -- felt -- something was -- somehow, not quite right -- you know?" "NO! I -- well, yeah, I guess I do know. This sucks for me too, you know!" "Yeah, I can imagine!" "No, you can't! Yes, you know I still have feelings for him -- but that's not it -- totally. Mostly I was just -- confused -- and hurt." "YOU were hurt?" "Of course I was. I just finally almost was convinced that you were maybe -- the one -- or something - for me. And then he does this. Is this fair -- to me or you?" "So?" "What?" "What are you going to do? While I am pushed out to dry?" "Brian! Your not being fair -- to me or to yourself! I'm going to call him!" "Don't you think he -- well -- deserves -- to see you face to face?" "I -- well, mayb -- NO! Dammit! This is not -- the more I think of it, the more it pisses me off! I'm just going to call him!" "Are you -- afraid -- how you might feel -- meeting him face-to-face?" "No! I -- at least I don't -" I stopped. "Dammit, Brian, why do you have to complicate things?" "Go to him. Find out. I'll be waiting here." "That's it?" I queried. "What -- what do you mean?" "You told me a few days ago that you were not going to let me go without a whimper." "I'm whimpering, baby, I'm whimpering!" "That's not what you meant. You were ready to fight for me. Are you still?" "No. I did that, and it didn't work. You have to find out for you. You better see him face to face. I want -- all of you! And if seeing him face to face means that you can be more sure -- either way -- I can -- will -- deal with it." I picked up the phone. "Can I speak to Luke, please?" "Hello?" "Luke, Seth." I started. "Can you -- meet me to talk a little? Now?!" I'll be right over! Wait for me outside -- in five minutes!" Brian threw me his keys. No, Bri. I'll take my car." "You're right. Mine would intimidate him, huh?" "Something like that." I pulled up to the curb with my little Datsun. He got in. I was on him like flies on shit! "Who do you think you are, anyway!?" "Haoli, I -" "Don't call me that, now, Dammit! All I want to know is why? Why did you do this? You don't want me but you can't stand to see me happy with someone else? Is that it, Luke?" My fire was growing. "I just wanted to -- to - !" "Yes, Luke! Just you tell me what you wanted to do!" "I realized almost as soon as -- as soon as we -- parted after you brought me to your cousin's from the airport -- that I had made a mistake. I just had to -- somehow -- let you know." He touched my hand. It sent a shock through me. I also felt it in my groin. I jerked my hand away. "Don't!" "Haol -- Seth, please, I can see that I made an even worse mistake in giving you that pendant. Please forgive me. And -- if anything happens -- between you and -- the rich guy -- I don't know what I would be doing by then -- but -- at lease maybe you can find out. I -- still -- feel -- Well, never mind about that. Just -- that's all!" He jumped out of the car and slammed the door and fled into the house. It was dark, but I think I saw a tear drop from his eye in the light from one of the Christmas decorations. I drove back to my doctor. He was waiting in the driveway. "You don't want to talk about it, do you?" "I was barely able to croak out, "No." I learned -- the hard way - the fine art of relaxing as my anus was penetrated. It hurt -- a lot -- but I didn't care. It was -- at the same time -- comforting. I encouraged him to get wild, and he did. I pretended to get wild in return. As he was screaming and yelling and cumming, I was -- crying. He didn't notice as he gently started to caress my lower abdomen -- and worked down to my genitals. "No, I don't need that tonight, Bri -- no, really, I'm fine. You were hot enough for both of us!" So this was what "faking it" was. I was learning so much! ************************************************** I woke up Saturday morning. Brian was gone -- to work I guessed. It was already light. Wow! I never sleep after the sun is up! I went and sat on the toilet. A mixture of white and brown goo slid out, and then -- Oh OWWW! I was so sore as the more solid stuff found its way through the tender opening of my posterior. Okay, Brian and I had discussed a lot of things in our short relationship, but -- this was the first real -- (was it?) -- fight. I guess he assumed we "kissed and made up"? I was the offender. So why did I feel like the offended -- the victim? What Luke did was unforgivable. Well, maybe not unforgivable. Stupid, at least. What was he thinking? Whatever it was, it did a number on me! I felt so clear a week earlier. Brian was still the sweetest man I ever met. How long would he be willing to wait while I waffled and wallowed in my confusion and delusion? (Did I tell you I like alliteration? Most literature majors do.) A vision of Brian entered my head. That shadowy beard. His sexy, thin hair! His well defined chest with it's generous crop of hair. He was not outstanding looking like my brother, or any of the others over there, but the package! His thoughtful ways. His sweet patience. That's what doctors need right? Patience! Well, anyone dealing with me needs patience. Sometimes I feel like a teenager -- a young teen! Other times I feel old! I boned up thinking of him. Then I thought of how I felt last night. I felt so shallow -- faking! I felt suddenly depressed. Then I saw blue/black hair. And purple eyes -- sometimes sparkling with -- fun and desire. Other times full of need -- or tenderness. A body which, though more defined and better in tune than mine, was just my size. I boned up again. Then I thought of how he had used me -- set me up to look like a fool -- or worse -- with my lover. "I'm back!" Brian hollered, and brought me out of my thoughts. Ouch! The Charmin' toilet paper felt like sandpaper! Okay, Seth, put on a happy face. It's not Brian's fault. It's not my fault. And -- really -- it's not Luke's fault. It just is! He walked in as I was finishing wiping myself. "OOO! You must be sore, baby! So sorry. But I have to tell you: I have never -- ever felt like that before. I guess I'll never again claim I am a bottom! What else do you have to teach me? How are you feeling? I was surprised I didn't wake up with you gazing at me this morning. I watched you sleep, for a change. Did you know that you must dream a lot!? You had the most interesting expressions on your face! Mostly though, you looked like -- an angel!" "Where did you go?" I went out to get some fresh eggs. The ones in the fridge were a little too runny for my taste. And I also got some olive oil and cinnamon. I am making waffles with strawberries. Oh! I also got some strawberries. Does that suit you? "I'm easy! Strawberries? Must be from Chile, huh? California and Chile feed the world!" "You know a lot for a kid!" "I know a few things, but I have a lot to learn!" "Me too -- obviously! Tonight, it's YOUR turn!" He looked at me and cocked his head. "You do WANT a `turn' don't you?" I know I took too long in answering. "Yeah. But -- I -- don't know about planning such things." "I can understand that. You're right. It needs to be happen naturally. But -" "But?" "Well, sometimes a lover just gives -- with nothing expected in return -- because his lover needs." I thought about last night. "Yeah -- I suppose." It came out much too offhand. "Well, I am going to get going on those waffles. Take your time getting ready. Good waffles take time!" I walked over to the shower and turned it on. I stood in the hot water for a minute then soaped up a wash cloth. As I was washing my bottom, I was very careful. It was very sore, and there was blood. No surprise there! I rinsed off, and then stood under the hot water for about ten more minutes. I turned around and Brian was standing in the door. He smiled. It was obvious -- or seemed to be -- that he loved me. "When ever you are ready, sweet boy, I will start the first waffle." "Go ahead. I'll be just a few minutes." I said as I turned off the water. "No hurry." He said as he lifted my towel and started to hand it to me. Then he snatched it back.. "No! I'll do it." Then he very gently patted me dry, being extra careful when he got to my bottom end. "I know how tender the first time can make you!" He said. He gently eased the towel up into my crack, then said, "Now just squeeze your legs together, Sweetie." I winced a little. He hugged me. This was one sweet man! "I'll leave you to dress yourself. Think you can accomplish that?" I watched him walk away. His slim waist was accented by his Dockers, with a wide black belt. He had on a striped tee, and deck shoes. Very sexy looking. He turned around, and caught me looking. He smiled coyly. Was this love? This feeling I was feeling? It felt good. It felt comfortable. Wasn't it also supposed to feel exciting? I dressed and walked out to the kitchen. His back was to me. I slipped up behind him and put my arms around his waist. He glanced back and smiled. He had not shaved, so his shadow was pretty dark on his face. SO alluring! I couldn't stand it. I reached up and felt it. He turned with a jerk (yup, just like Santa Claus!) and kissed me on the nose! But I was lively and quick. I lapped out with my tongue and got his chin wet. His eyes danced with fun! How quickly the mood changed! I know he felt it too. I thought about other Saturday mornings. My dad made waffles, too. And the same way. Almost. They both beat the egg whites before carefully folding them into the mixture. The big difference was the club soda. That's right! Brian used club soda instead of milk! I wondered how that would be. I never found out. Not that morning, at least. By the time we got back to the waffles, the egg whites were flat, and Brian threw them away. It was worth it. After I licked his nose, he unplugged the waffle iron, and picked me up -- like that first night -- and carried me back to the bedroom. Our arms were flying as we nearly ripped each other's clothing off! He was all over me. He was touching places I never knew could be so erogenous! He massaged my rock hard piece, and then slurped it up. Wild abandon seemed to be the order of the morning. He could tell that I was close and he stopped long enough to get out a condom. I gave him a puzzled look. "I'm not cleaned out, Sweetie. You would not like it -- not your first time!" He lay down on his back, his knees over his head, smeared a generous amount of scented goo on himself and beckoned to me to mount him. I did so and entered him gingerly. He lowered his legs, keeping the passageway wide. I lowered my self onto his chest and kissed him deeply. I started to push in as deep as my little guy would go. I hit something soft. He moaned. "That's perfect, Baby!" he intoned. Every time I went back in, I hit it. He urged me to go slow. It was amazing1 He was getting as much out of it as I was. "Okay, increase your speed, Sweetie. Faster -- faster!" In a short time I was ramming violently and we were both screaming in ecstasy. He actually came a few seconds before me. I never before had climaxed so completely or so -- intensely! It was a shitty, slimy mess and I didn't even care! I collapsed on top of him, my face buried in his neck, and he massaged my back, neck, head and butt for at least 10 minutes -- until my breathing slowed down to almost normal. "You see," I said, "Spontaneity is the best!" "Oh, was it good for you too?" He teased! "DUH!" We got up and showered again. As we were showering, he said, "Did you notice anything?" "What?" "No seizure!" He said. "I was fine the whole time. Well, fine is a gross understatement. But -" "This doesn't get you out of getting it checked out!" I retorted. "And speaking of which, Christmas is only 5 days away!" "I love it! You're still like a little boy about Christmas. That's so sweet! Got all of your shopping done?" He asked. "Yup!" "ALL of it?" He sounded excited! "Hee hee! Now who's the little boy!" I teased back. "Touché!" We dried off and put our clothes back on. He picked up the pendant -- it was on the bedside table. "What are you going to do with this?" "I can't -- I don't - know what to do with it. Throw it away?" "Probably better to give it back. That way his hopes won't be up." "Yeah, you're probably right. Maybe you can drive me over this morning." "Too late! It's already afternoon!" "Shit! How long did I sleep?" "You must have been tired. About 12 hours!" "I guess I needed it." "Listen, I have some calls that I have to make: call-backs to patients. Why don't you take my car and go over there yourself." "Okay!" I was stoked to have another chance to drive his car alone. I took the long way. Not only to drive a little longer, but -- I didn't know quite how I was going to give the pendant back. A half hour later found me in the Smith's driveway. I walked up the stairs to the guesthouse. I knocked. Colin answered. "Seth!!" He was almost going to sweep me up in a hug when he noticed the look on my face. "Is Luke here?" "Luke? No. He -- he went outside last night, and when he came back in, he was crying. He would not talk to anyone. Chris and Craig drove him to the airport this morning. They're not back yet." "Oh." I said. "Have Chris call when he gets back, K?" "You'll be at your doctor friend's place?" "Yeah -- Thanks!" I hugged him and left. 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