Date: Thu, 14 Nov 2002 12:56:29 -0500
From: Jeff Allen <jeff_allen15@hotmail.com>
Subject: Love of a Lifetime Part 22

This is a fictional story dealing with love and consensual sexual
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Note: I owe a special thanks to Robb for doing the final proofreading and
catching all those silly little errors that I missed.

LOVE OF A LIFETIME

PART 22


     I was the first one up the next morning.  I disentangled myself from
David, let Larsen outside for his morning constitutional, and then made a
big pot of coffee.  The coffee was just finished brewing when Justin
stumbled into the kitchen yawning with his morning hard on tenting out the
front of his running shorts.

     Justin was on his second cup of coffee and reasonably alert when David
came into the kitchen.  His shorts were also tented, and as he stretched
Justin playfully flicked his fingers on the head of David's dick.

     "Ow!  Damn it, Justin.  At least wait until after I've had my coffee
before you try to take advantage of me."

     Brian and Stephen emerged from the bedroom.  Stephen had on his silk
boxers from the previous night, but Brian was naked as the day he was born
and proudly waving his morning wood in front of him as he came into the
kitchen for coffee.

     David grinned.  "Did you guys have fun last night?"

     "More than you'll ever know," was Brian's retort.  Stephen just
smiled.

                       **********

     We hit the slopes again right after breakfast.  The skiing was
fantastic!  The storm had dumped about eight inches of new powder on the
slopes.  The sky was crystal clear; the air was cold, and we were the first
ones down many of the trails.  You couldn't ask for a much better day.

     Late in the afternoon David, Stephen and I were heading down one of
the advanced slopes for the last run of the day.  We'd had a great time,
but all of us felt the start of fatigue in our legs and a bad case of wind
burn on our faces.  We were about halfway down the slope when David lost
his balance and went cartwheeling down the slope for a good fifteen yards
before stopping in a crumpled heap.

     Stephen and I skied over to him as he attempted to get up.

     "Are you okay?"

     "No.  I did something to my ankle.  It hurts like hell."

     "Just rest here for a while.  Maybe you'll be able to get back on your
skis in a couple of minutes."

     We waited, but the pain didn't go away.  The ski patrol came over to
check things out and decided that David needed to be taken down the slope.
It was dark by the time we got down to the lodge with David on the
stretcher.

     Stephen went to find Justin and Brian in the lodge while I waited in
the first aid area with David.  The ski lodge traded the local doctors free
skiing for time spent in the first aid area.  As luck would have it,
Dr. Kalian, my mother's physician, was on duty in the first aid area.

     Dr. Kalian and I chatted and caught up with each other while he
examined David's ankle.  I think David got a little pissed thinking the
doctor was paying more attention to me than to his ankle.

     Stephen showed up with Brian and Justin just as Dr. Kalian was
finishing with David.

     "Well, David, the good news is that your ankle isn't broken.  The bad
news is that you have a bad sprain.  Your skiing is over for at least a
couple of days.  I want you to keep the ankle wrapped, put ice on it as
often as possible, and try not to put any weight on it for the next couple
of days.  You can pick up a crutch at the drugstore in town."

     Brian and I formed a fireman's chair with our arms and carried a
thoroughly pissed off David out to Justin's Pathfinder.  We were all quiet
on the ride back into town.  We stopped at the drugstore to pick up a
crutch, an Ace bandage, and some Advil.  At David's request, our next stop
was the local ABC store where Justin used David's I.D. to buy a bottle of
scotch.  David explained that he intended to keep his ankle from hurting
one way or the other.

     Back at my cabin, we carried David into the house and set him on the
couch.  Stephen started building a fire, and I went into the kitchen to fix
an ice pack for David's ankle while Justin and Brian attempted to get his
pants and socks off without causing more pain.

     They weren't successful.  I heard a sharp, "Damn that hurts!"  while I
was out in the kitchen.  I noticed the light blinking on the telephone
answering machine.  I checked.  It was Andy telling me that he'd arrived
safely in Chicago.

     I returned with an ice pack, a glass of water, two Advil tablets, and
a tumbler filled with ice and scotch.  David downed the Advil and started
working on the scotch as Justin wound the Ace bandage over his swollen
ankle.

     "Bad luck, bro," Justin commented as he wrapped the Ace bandage.
"We'd better call mom and dad to warn them that we'll be coming back
early."

     David took another big slug of the scotch.  "There's no reason for you
guys not to continue skiing.  I can stay here tomorrow.  I'll have the TV,
the fire, the scotch, and Larsen to keep me company."

     At the mention of his name, Larsen, who had been trying to get right
in the middle of the action since we had come home, perked up and planted a
big sloppy doggie kiss on David's chin.

     That seemed to release the tension and restored a more festive mood.
Brian got beers for everyone, I turned toward the kitchen to start working
on dinner, and Stephen produced a fresh joint which he presented to David
saying, "Might as well add this to your list of painkillers."

     David laughed.  "With all this, I ought to be the happiest gimp in
this part of the state."

     Stephen took his shower first and then helped me in the kitchen while
the other guys got cleaned up.  Stephen had on those silky boxer shorts
again.  I caught glimpses of his soft prick through the fly of the shorts
as he moved around the kitchen.  Nice appetizer!

     I cut up and browned a bunch of Italian sausages before adding a
couple big bottles of prepared sauce.  Stephen fixed the salads and garlic
bread while I got the water boiling for the spaghetti.

     The meal was a success.  No leftovers.  I took my shower while Justin
and Brian cleaned up the kitchen and washed the dishes.  Afterwards we
lounged around on the floor in front of the fire laughing, talking,
drinking more beer, and smoking some more pot.  David had continued to
nurse on the scotch so he was the first to go to sleep.  Brian and Stephen
claimed the bedroom again while Justin and I wrapped ourselves in blankets
in front of the fire.  Larsen snuggled down between the two of us.

                       **********

     Following breakfast the next morning, I sent Justin, Brian and Stephen
off to the slopes telling them that I would stay home with David.  They
protested with each of them volunteering to stay with David, but I
convinced them that I had a bunch of stuff to pack yet to be ready to leave
the cabin and go back to the apartment.  I also told them I'd spend the day
fixing things for us to eat while we celebrated New Year's Eve.  That
seemed to be the winning argument, and they left to spend the day on the
mountain.

     I poured another cup of coffee for David and me and took the cups out
into the living room.

     "This sucks, man."

     "I didn't think my coffee was that bad."

     "No, dude.  Your coffee's great."

     "Oh, you must mean the fact that you're a clumsy son of a gun and now
you have to spend the day cooped up with the TV, the dog, and me."

     He smiled.  "Yeah, something like that.  You know what I really want
to do?"

     "No.  What?"

     "I want to take a shower.  I haven't washed since yesterday."

     "Well, I can't smell you yet, but Larsen seems to find you more
attractive than normal.  That's always a danger sign."

     "I'm not sure I can balance on one leg in the shower."

     "Ah, I see the problem.  Let me see what I can figure out."

     I went in and took a look at the shower.  David was right.  There was
no place to hang for him on to maintain his balance.  I remembered a
plastic step stool in with the washer and drier that Andy and I used when
we needed to get to the high shelves.  It fit in the tub just fine, and the
stool had rubber tips on the legs so I figured it wouldn't hurt the tub.  I
could help David get into the tub and he could sit on the stool to take his
shower.

     I helped him hobble into the bathroom.  He was a little more mobile
than yesterday when he needed one of us to help him every time he needed to
use the bathroom.  The ice packs had helped control the swelling, and he
had been able to use the crutch to get into the bathroom that morning.
That's why I found it so strange that he was leaning heavily on me as we
made our way to the bathroom.  David was still dressed in his tee shirt and
briefs that he'd worn yesterday.  As close as we were on our way to the
bathroom, I had to agree with him that he needed a shower.

     I maneuvered him over to the toilet and he sat down.  I went back out
to the kitchen while he did his business.  I heard the toilet flush and the
sound of water running in the sink.

     "Are you ready?"

     "Yeah, come on in."

     He had hobbled over to the sink and brushed his teeth after using the
john.  The drop of toothpaste at the corner of his mouth was a dead
giveaway.  Other than the bit of toothpaste he was naked.  There was no
denying that David was a good looking stud!  A little heavier set than
either Justin or Brian, he displayed well defined muscles with a nice trail
of hair running from the patch between his pecs down over his navel to the
root of his pubic hair.  I'd seen Justin's dick on any number of occasions,
and David's was almost an exact copy...except for looking a little fuller
than I remembered.

     I adjusted the temperature of the water before helping David get into
the shower.  I held his arm as he hopped on one foot over to the edge of
the tub.  He sat on the edge of the tub and then used his arms to move his
butt to the stool in the center of the tub.  He checked the water coming
out of the faucet, and nodded his head.  I placed the shampoo, soap, and
wash cloth within his reach, closed the shower curtain and started the
shower.

     "I'll stand here.  Let me know when you're ready to come out."

     I could see the outline of his form through the translucent shower
curtain.  He washed his hair leaning in to the shower spray to rinse.  He
ran the soap over his body and leaned into the spray to rinse off.

     "C.Z., I've got a problem."

     "What's that?"

     "I can't reach everywhere sitting down like this.  I need your help to
stand up."

     "Hold on.  I'll be right there."  I thought for a moment, and decided
the quickest way to help was for me to get into the shower with him.  I
stripped off the running shorts I'd been wearing and climbed into the
shower behind him.

     "Okay, what do you need me to do?"

     "Help me stand up and keep me balanced."

     He put my hands under his armpits and helped him stand.  He placed his
hand on the wall of the shower as I removed the stool from the tub.  "What
now?"

     "Help me move backward so I can soap up my back."

     I moved up behind him and put my arms around his waist pressing my
chest up against his back.  "Okay, hop backwards.  I've got you."

     He took a couple of bunny hops backwards as I steadied him.  When His
body was out of the spray he reached for the soap to wash his back.  I took
the soap from his hands.  "I'm right here.  This will be easier."

     "Thanks."

     I moved the soap and my hands over the muscles of his back starting
with his shoulders and moving down to his waist where I stopped.  I knelt
down behind him and ran the soap up his shins and the back part of his
lower legs and thighs again stopping well before I got into the danger zone
of his nicely rounded and slightly hairy ass.

     I passed the soap to him over his shoulder.  "You get the rest."

     He quickly soaped his chest, stomach and pubic region before reaching
back with the soap and cleaning out the crack of his ass.  Watching him
clean his ass caused a tingle in my groin.  I was going to be lucky if I
didn't have a full blown hard on by the time we got out of the shower.

     He leaned into the shower spray to rinse the soap off the front of his
body.  "Help me turn around so I can get the soap off my back."

     I knew that if I turned him around he would see the beginnings of my
erection.  I was embarrassed for a moment but then thought 'what the hell,
he's seen Justin and Brian with hard ons lots of times.'  I helped him turn
around and was surprised to see that I wasn't the only one whose blood was
collecting in a certain body part.  His prick was standing out from his
body at about a forty-five degree angle away from his legs.  It was
definitely longer and thicker than before, and his foreskin was beginning
to pull away from the head.  Interesting.

     He leaned backwards to let the water run down his back.  When he was
done, I leaned forward and reached around him to shut off the water.  That
brought my chest into contact with his upper stomach.  He put his hands on
my shoulders to steady himself.

     "Okay.  Stay there.  I'm going to get some towels."  I pulled away
from him and opened the shower curtain before stepping out to retrieve a
towel.  I quickly dried myself as he balanced against the wall of the tub.

     I reached in to take his arm.  "Lower yourself down onto the edge of
the tub and then swing your legs out."

     He followed my directions and sat on the edge of the tub, dripping wet
with his feet on the tile floor next to the tub.  I took a towel and began
using it on his hair.

     I didn't think of how close that put my slowly swelling prick to his
face until I felt his mouth go around the end of my dick!

     I pulled backwards.  "David, what the hell..."

     He looked up at me.  "Please, C.Z.  I need to do this."

     My dick was rapidly deflating.  "Do what?"

     "I need to see what it's like to be with another man.  I've got to try
to understand what my brothers are experiencing."

     I sat down hard on the toilet seat.  "What do you mean?"

     "C.Z., I'm sure I'm straight.  I really like doing it with chicks, and
guys have never really turned me on.  But, I've got two gay brothers.  I've
thought about this a lot, man.  I love my brothers, but I can't know what
they're experiencing and truly appreciate how they're feeling until I
experience some of the same things.  I need to find out how it feels to be
with another man."

     "Why me?  Why now?"

     "I really like you.  Hell, Justin loves you as much as he loves any
one of his brothers.  I trust you."

     "David, you're a good looking guy.  There are any number of guys who
would jump at the chance to be with you."

     "Thanks, but I don't know any other gay guys like I know you.  I know
you wouldn't do anything to hurt me."

     He shivered, and I remembered that he was sitting there soaking wet.
I tossed him the towel.  I saw the pleading look in his brown eyes.  He was
really going out on a limb here.  What he was trying to do took some real
guts.  And some real love for his brothers.

     "What do you want?"

     "I want to know what it's like to kiss another man and suck on his
penis.  I want to know what it's like to be inside another man and have
another man inside of me.  I need to know why Brian and Jerrod like it so
much."

     "David, that's a tall order.  Let's start with the kissing and see how
far you're willing to go.  Okay?"

     I helped him finish drying off with the towel and then we hobbled to
the bed.

     He lay on his back.  I lay down on my side next to him.  "Don't do
anything that makes you uncomfortable, and stop me if I do anything that
you don't like.  Okay?"

     "Thanks."

     He reached up and put his hand behind my neck drawing my head down for
a kiss.  The kiss was tentative at first but then grew with intensity as I
felt his body relax.  This had to be scary as hell for him.  It sure was
scary for me.

     The next kiss was more passionate than the first.  He opened his mouth
and let my tongue explore.  I ran my hand down his shoulders to the hair on
his chest and then over to his left nipple.  I felt him draw in a breath as
my fingers traced the outline of his nipple.  He opened his mouth wider and
began to use his tongue to explore my mouth.  I moved my hand from his
nipple and ran my fingers down the outside of his belly hair and around the
edge of his pubic bush.  The palm of my hand brushed against the tip of his
dick.  It was nearly fully erect.

     He pulled away from the kiss and looked into my face.

     "You okay?"

     "Yeah.  It's the same as kissing a girl...but more forceful.  The
beard stubble adds a nice touch also."  He pulled me back down for another
kiss.

     I felt his hand move down from my neck and start exploring my back.  I
moved the flat of my hand upward from his navel across his chest to his
throat and then back down.  He moaned and ground his crotch up against
mine.  The boy was now fully erect.  So was I.

     I broke our kiss and moved to take his left nipple between my teeth.
He jumped, and I pulled away.

     "Holy shit!  No wonder this turns the girls on!"

     He pushed my head back to his chest.  I flicked his now erect nipple
with my tongue.  He responded by pushing his crotch harder against mine.

     Suddenly he pushed me over on my back and began licking his way down
my neck to my chest.  He rolled my left nipple around with his tongue
before moving over to the right one and repeating the treatment.  He then
ran his tongue down the midline of my stomach and gently touched the end of
my dick with his mouth.

     "Am I doing all right?"

     "You're doing fine.  Just be careful of your teeth down there."

     "I've never handled one without the skin before."

     "You've never handled one other than your own before."

     "Well, I've felt Justin's and Brian's a couple of times..." he let the
rest of the thought trail away.  "Tell me if this feels good."

     He moved his mouth over the head of my prick and ran his tongue up and
down on the shaft and just under the head.  I wanted to tell him that what
he was doing felt fantastic, but the most I could get out was a muffled,
"Hmmmmmph!"  He slowly pumped my dick with his hand as he moved his mouth
and tongue up and down.  I felt my balls start to draw up and gently used
my hands to move his mouth off my dick.

     He looked concerned.  "Did I do something wrong?"

     "No.  You were doing everything right.  I don't want to come just
yet."

     "Oh."  He had a mischievous grin on his face.

     I pushed him over on his back and started running my tongue lightly up
and down his belly and chest.  I moved into his armpits and inhaled his
faint musky smell that was just perceptible under the scent of Dial soap.
I ran my tongue over the thick mat of hair.  I started moving my mouth and
tongue all over his body.  His chest.  His sides.  His thighs, shins, feet,
toes, hip bones...every place except his dick.

     His body tensed.  "Oh, God, C.Z.  You're killing me."

     Finally I moved to his throbbing dick.  The foreskin was almost
completely retracted.  All but the corona of the glans was uncovered.  I
skinned him back the rest of the way and ran my tongue over the sensitive
glans lapping up the precum that oozed from the slit.

     As I worked on his penis, I moved my other hand down below his balls
and ran the tip of my finger over his anus.  He spread his legs as if he
was doing the frog kick in a swimming pool.  He whimpered as I worked my
mouth on his prick and increased the pressure on his hole with my finger.

     He pulled away.  "That was close.  Man, no one has EVER touched me
there."

     He rolled me over on my back and covered my dick with his mouth.  His
finger pushed against my asshole.

     "Use some spit."

     I don't know where he picked up the saliva.  His mouth never left my
dick, but the next time his finger touched my sphincter it was wet with
spit and slid in.

     "Yeah.  Move your finger around until you feel a roundish hard lump
between my ass and my dick."

     He followed my instructions as he continued to suck.  His finger
pushed against my prostate and I stiffened.  "I'm gonna cum.  Pull off."

     He sucked harder and I shot my load into his mouth.  He gagged a
little on the unfamiliar taste of cum, but he kept his mouth over my dick
until I was drained.

     "Are you okay.  You didn't have to do that."

     "I know.  It's all right.  Doesn't really do much for me.  It's a
little like the glue in kindergarten.  Maybe it's an acquired taste."

     I laughed.  "No, I think it's genetic.  I liked it the first time I
tasted it.  Lie back.  It's your turn."

     His dick had deflated a bit, but I soon had him hard and moaning
again.  I wet my finger and gently moved it around his hole as I pumped up
and down on his dick.  Like before his legs moved apart as soon as I
touched my finger to his hole.  I pushed in and quickly found his prostate.
That sent him over the edge.  His dick filled my mouth with his cream as
his rectal muscles tried to break off my finger.

     He lay quietly for a minute or so.  Then he chuckled, "We need to do
that again."

     "Was it that good?"

     "Hey it was fantastic.  I've had blow jobs before but none like that.
Besides, it's the first time in two days I've forgotten how badly my ankle
hurts.  Come here."  He pulled me into a tight embrace and kissed me.

     I knew he could taste the remains of his cum in my mouth as he moved
his tongue over my teeth.  It didn't seem to bother him.

(To be continued)