Date: Sun, 16 Jan 2011 21:22:09 -0800 (PST)
From: Mark Searles <msearles16@yahoo.com>
Subject: From Tragedy A Romance Part 3

I was still so confused.  Was he just a straight guy that needed a good
jerk off?  Could he really be that clueless as not to know how I felt about
him?  Did he know and was he so cruel to torture me that way?  Or, did he
feel exactly the way I felt about him?

The next evening I was sitting at my desk studying.  My phone rang, it was
Brad.  "Stop what you're doing and come over here."

I got my coat and rushed out the door.  When I arrived at Brad's the house
looked dark.  I knocked on the door.  Brad opened it.  He wore black pants,
a white shirt and a black tie.  He'd gotten a hair cut that day; his sandy
brown hair shined and yet still seemed light and moved effortlessly with
him.  All in all he looked stunning.  Without saying a word he took me by
the hand, pulled me towards him and gave me a quick kiss on the lips.
Then, like an excited kid, he said, "Come with me."

He led me by the hand to the dining room.  Besides Brad, what I saw was
pure elegance.  The lights were off except for two candles on the table
that flickered and illuminated the room.  White dishes and linens shone
among the black table cloth back drop.  Suddenly I felt quite underdressed
in my t-shirt and jeans.  Brad said, "I've got something to tell you.  I
got some great news today; the doctor gave me a clean bill of health.  I
couldn't think of anyone else that I wanted to celebrate the news with.  I
have the house to myself tonight, so I set this up as a way to repay you
for all that you've done for me.  I hope you are surprised and that you
enjoy it."

For the first time in a very long time, I was speechless.  That didn't
matter to Brad; he pulled out a chair for me, and motioned for me to sit
down.  Then he presented me with the most chic plate of food.  He sat down
across from me.  I didn't want to eat, I couldn't, and all I could do was
pick at it and stare into his eyes from across the table.  He asked, "Is
everything OK?"

I answered, "Everything's great, you've really outdone yourself.  I guess
I'm just still a little shocked.  This was so unexpected, and such a
surprise.  It all happened so fast.  I'm really, really happy for you, and
I can tell you are thrilled.  I knew you were doing great.  You know I
didn't expect to be repaid by anything other than your friendship.  This is
too much."

"This is just the beginning.  But I do have a few more confessions to make.
I know you were really surprised when I called you from the hospital that
night.  But you know I chose you for a reason.  I've had my eye on you for
a very long time.  My gaydar went off almost as soon as we met for the
first time.  I asked around about you, I knew more about you than you knew.
Most of all, I knew you would be compassionate and loyal.  I was so worried
that maybe I was asking too much of you and how you would respond.  But I
really hoped that the experience would draw us closer together.  It would
give us the opportunity to get to know one another.  Also, you know all
those times you crashed on my bed, I usually didn't sleep, I usually sat
there looking at you, longing for you, and sometimes even stroked your
hair. I'm really sorry that I led you on like that.  You know for a very
long time I was in no condition to do anything; then when I started to feel
better I started planning this evening.  Yesterday should never have
happened.  It wasn't part of my plan at all.  I wanted to take my time and
really make this evening special."  He reached across the table; he took my
hand, "think of this as our first date."

Tears welled up in my eyes; I couldn't believe what he was saying.  Without
letting go, he stood up.  He said, "Come with me."  Holding hands, he led
me back to his bedroom.  We stood next to his bed and faced each other.  He
let go of my hand, reached up and took me into his embrace.  He leaned in
and his lips touched mine.  Our mouths parted, his tongue entering my mouth
and finding my tongue.  We kissed, exploring one another's mouth.  As if in
control of themselves, our hands began exploring one another's body.  My
hands explored the muscles and ridges in his back.  Then they moved down to
pull his dress shirt from the waistband of his pants.  I put my hands
beneath his shirt and felt his firm skin.  Brad grabbed the bottom of my
t-shirt, we released our embrace, and he pulled my shirt up over my head.
We stared reveled in one another's gaze.  He took great pleasure in running
his fingers from my waist and through the hair on my chest.  He worked his
hands up repeatedly over my chest and across my nipples, up to my shoulders
and ever so softly down my arms.  I leaned in and we kissed again.  My
hands reached for the top of his shirt and began unbuttoning it, never
parting our lips.  I pushed his shirt down over his shoulders.  I ran my
hands over his smooth chest and pinched his nipples until I felt them get
hard in my hand.  Our lips parted and I took a step back.  It was the first
time I'd ever seen him with his shirt off, and he was more beautiful than I
could have imagined.  I just stared at him, taking it all in for a moment.
His chest was hairless with skin as white as cream.  His dimed sized brown
nipples sat perfectly on well defined pecs.  His arms were musculature, but
not too much, muscles that I'd never seen hidden beneath his clothes.  They
were perfect for his body.  I could just see the faint outline of abs.
Later he told me that he had kept up with working out his upper body, even
when he couldn't work his legs.  I didn't know.  I didn't work out so it
was something we didn't share.  The only hair on his chest was the light
blonde treasure trail that disappeared into the top of his pants.

Slowly Brad got down on his knees.  He undid my belt and button flys.  He
pulled them down exposing my briefs that were barely containing my eight
inch cock.  There was a spot of precum already on the fly.  He licked at it
through the fabric.  After he got them nice and wet, and had completely
driven me wild, he pulled down my briefs.  My cock was hard and pointing at
his face.  He grabbed the base of it. With his tongue he poked at the
slit. He licked around the head of my cock, then slowly his lips wrapped
around the head and then down to the base.  My cock is thick and he had a
hard time getting it all the way in; but he kept his mouth working its way
up and down the shaft of my cock, pulling back to the head, teasing it with
his tongue and finally was able to get me all the way to the back of his
throat his nose buried in my pubes.  I couldn't help myself; I ran my hands
through his hair and held his face there.  Brad grabbed my hips and
directed my body down onto his bed. I laid back my legs still hanging off
the side, my feet on the floor.  Brad stood up and removed his pants.  He
climbed on top of me, his hard cock resting against mine and poking me in
the stomach.  He kissed me deeply, our tongues once again twisted together
in passion.  Brad pushed my arms up over my head, he continued his kisses
on my chin, my shoulder, then around to my right pit where he buried his
face and lapped at the hair.  He worked his way down to my nipples biting
each until they were hard.  I was breathing heavily and could feel a puddle
of precum collecting on my stomach.  He worked his way down and cleaned it
up before taking my cock in his mouth again.  He knelt on the floor and
spread apart my legs.  He licked my inner thigh and then down under my
hairy balls before taking the first then the next into his mouth.  I'd
never felt my cock so hard before, nor did I think I could generate so much
precum.  Brad licked his way up my balls and took my cock in his mouth all
the way to the base.  I went wild, and once again grabbed the back of his
head, only this time my hips moved in motion with his head and I began
fucking his face.  My moans got louder and louder and he encouraged me with
his own.  I could feel my cum as it worked its way up the shaft of my cock
and I shot my load.  Wave after wave of hot cum flooded Brad's mouth; he
tried to swallow, but it was a load so huge that it filled his mouth and
dripped out the sides.  Not to worry, Brad diligently licked it up and
cleaned my cock.

Brad stood up, a drop of his pre-cum dripped from his cock down to my leg.
The head of his cock was glistening.  I had to taste him.  I sat up, his
cock in front of my face.  I took his tool into my mouth.  He tasted salty
and wonderful.  He threw his head back and moaned.  I could tell he was as
worked up as I and it wasn't long before he was fucking my face.  I gagged
when his head hit the back of my throat, having never had any practice in
this kind of thing, but I wanted him so bad.  I sucked him so hard, I
wanted to suck the cum right out of him.  I grabbed his balls, I could tell
they were tight and full, I knew it wouldn't take long before I was
rewarded with his salty treat.  I was right; his hot sperm filled my mouth.
I swallowed as fast as I could.  I was in heaven; he pulled out his cock
and rubbed it all around my mouth and face.  Then he bent down and licked
the last few drops of cum from my face before once again sticking his
tongue in my mouth, I was so turned on knowing that I was tasting our cum
together.

Brad reached over and tapped the pillow.  "Lay on your stomach and put your
head here, I want to give you a massage."  I did what he said.  He
straddled my legs; I could feel his balls brushing up against me.  He oiled
up his hands and started giving me the most relaxing massage.  He worked my
neck, shoulders, and kneaded my back.  I was so relaxed I was almost
asleep.  His hands made their way down to my ass where he worked my glutes.
My cock began to come to life again. In fact, I could feel his hardness
brushing my body too.  He pushed his hand between my legs, and spread them
slightly.  His hand reached down, rubbed and lubed that area between my
balls and my ass.  Then reached beneath me, I raised my hips, and he rubbed
my cock.  When he stopped jerking my cock, he worked his hands down my
legs.  Surprisingly, I felt something that was new to me.  I felt Brad's
hot breath on my tense hole, then the tip of Brad's tongue sweeping the
hairy crack of my ass.  "Oh God," I moaned.

Brad spread my cheeks and licked at my sphincter.  I buried my head into
the pillow.  Instinctively, I pushed my ass back on his tongue.  I moaned
over and over again as he put his tongue deeper and deeper into me, fucking
me with his tongue.  I was in ecstasy, I slammed my hand on the mattress,
and I screamed with pleasure and bit into the pillow.  Then he stopped,
lubed up a finger and put it inside my waiting hole.  Brad had been a
master at completely relaxing me, so his finger entered easily.  With his
other hand he grabbed my cock, and jerked and finger fucked me at the same
time.  He put another finger inside me, he told me to relax.  He was
getting me ready for my first fucking.  I wanted to feel him inside me so
bad.  I begged for him to fuck me.  I didn't care how much I had heard it
would hurt, I knew that Brad had prepared me well, and was going to be
gentle.  Soon, I felt him poke my wet, loose hole with the head of his
cock.  "Fuck me," I pleaded.  He eased the head of his cock just past my
sphincter.  It was a lot bigger than I had expected.  I started to push him
out, but he told me just to leave it there and relax.  Soon he was easing
his cock inside me, stopping every now and then for me to relax.  Finally,
he was all the way inside me.  I could feel his pubes up against my cheeks.
He leaned down and kissed my neck, checked in on me, "How does that feel."

My insides were burning, but I felt so much desire, I barely noticed.  He
grabbed my hips and pulled me into him.  I had tears in my eyes, but it was
from the pure joy of being fucked by the person who I loved the most right
then.  He started working his cock in and out, at first slowly, and then
faster.  It wasn't long before I was enjoying being fucked, and I met his
thrusts with the thrusts of my hips.  I got up on all fours; I was sweating
from every pore.  We had both already cum once, so now we could both last a
lot longer.  And a lot longer it lasted.  He wanted to see my face, and I
his.  He turned me over on my back and pushed my legs up over my head.  He
slid his cock back inside me he fucked me faster and harder.  This time it
felt like his cock was even further inside.  We had become one.  "I'm going
to cum," he announced.  Just then he let out a scream; he forced his cock
all the way inside me, I felt his cock pulse six or seven times inside me
and pumped a load full of his boy juice deep inside.  The feeling of his
cock pulsing and the hot cum filling me up was enough for me; my cock
spasmed and cum sprayed all over me, shots hit my head and I had a mess all
the way down the front of me.  Brad stayed inside me and let his cock get
soft and fall out.  He laid on top of me, my legs still wrapped around him.
He used his hand to gently wipe the cum from my face, and mixing my cum and
sweat on his own hairless chest.  We were spent.  We fell on the bed.
Before I knew it he was asleep, holding me in his arms.

I couldn't sleep that night, my cock kept me awake.  It kept rising and
falling every time I thought of the night's events.  I think Brad was
having the same sweet dreams.  His hard cock rubbed against me several
times that night too.  I wanted to return the favor for Brad.  Gently I
removed his arms from around me.  I eased my way off the bed.  He rolled
onto his stomach.  I positioned my body at the end of the bed.  For the
first time I saw his healed scars on his legs.  With my finger I gently
began to trace his scar.  At first he pulled away.  I knew how
self-conscious he felt about them, but I wanted to show him how much they
didn't bother me.  After a few moments he relaxed and I again gingerly
traced his scar with my finger.  I was so moved that I bent down and kissed
them.  Inch by inch I kissed them.  When I was done, I felt like I had said
all that I needed to say.  I worked my way up and kissed that little fold
where his ass met his leg.  I then worked my way down between his legs,
softly running the tip of my tongue across his balls and to the other side
of his ass.  He spread his legs.  I spread his ass.  I buried my face into
his smooth ass crack and forced my tongue deep inside of him fucking him
with my tongue.  He moaned.  I climbed on top of him, my hard cock resting
on his ass crack.  I reached for the lube and spread it on my cock.  I
pushed my cock into his ass crack and lubed his ass with my cock.  I
pressed my sizeable cockhead into his tight hole.  He grunted.  I pushed in
further.  He relaxed his muscle so that I could bury my cock deep inside.
He began rocking back and forth on the bed, clearly indicating that he
needed a good hard pounding.  I in turn matched his rocking and pounded my
cock inside of him.  Over and over my cock pulled back and plunged deep
within his insides.  I could feel the cum swelling up my shaft.  I
screamed, he forced his hips back and I grabbed on to his hips forcing my
cock as far as I could inside him.  I could feel his sphincter muscle grab
my cock and milk it.  My cum filled his insides and he shot all over the
bed.  I pulled out, and he rolled over.  Still straddling him, he pulled me
close to him.  He leaned up, put his face next to my ear, kissed my cheek
and whispered "I love you."

<The End>

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