Date: Sun, 03 Mar 2002 20:09:46 -0500
From: Jeff Allen <jeff_allen15@hotmail.com>
Subject: Love of a Lifetime Part 5

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LOVE OF A LIFETIME

PART 5

     On the Saturday morning of our excursion to Chapel Hill, C.Z.  whizzed
through the paper route in record time.  He was at my door ready to go by
seven thirty!  It was a good four and a half hour drive to Chapel Hill and
the game started at one in the afternoon so we started out right away.  The
plans were to find dinner somewhere on the road home and then have
C.Z. stay at my house that night since it would be late by the time we got
back to Carterville.  The woman who was taking care of both Larsen and
Emily had agreed to spend the night at the Johnstone's.  C.Z. said it was
the first time he had spent a night away from home since elementary school.
To say that he was excited would have been an understatement!

     The drive over to Chapel Hill was uneventful.  I let C.Z. drive.  He
had never driven in the kind of traffic that's always present on I-40 and
I-85 between Winston-Salem and Durham.  He was a little nervous and so was
I, but he got us to the Dean Dome (that's the Dean Smith Student Center for
you non-ACC fans) in plenty of time to mix with the crowd waiting for the
doors to open.

     The game was good.  Carolina won (no big surprise THAT year...this
season it would have been a big surprise!).  After the game, we retrieved
the truck and toured around Chapel Hill for a while before heading home.
C.Z.  was soaking it all in.  I found out that the farthest he had ever
been from Carterville was up to Asheville for some of Emily's medical
appointments.
     We started back to Carterville around three thirty, stopped in
Winston- Salem for a pizza, and arrived back at my house about nine thirty
that night.  Larsen, of course, acted as if we had been gone for years, and
C.Z., like any other seventeen-year-old, was hungry again.

     C.Z. built a fire while I microwaved some popcorn to keep him from
starving to death before breakfast.  I placed the popcorn and a couple of
cokes down on the floor in front of the fire.  C.Z. pulled the cushions off
the couch, and we lounged in front of the fire and munched on the bowl of
popcorn between us.  Larsen took his accustomed place on the other side of
C.Z.

     We finished the popcorn and drinks and lay propped up on the cushions
facing each other and chatted about the game and the day.  The fire grew
hotter, and C.Z. pulled his shirt out from his jeans and unbuttoned it
exposing his smooth, muscular chest to the fire and to me.  I had worn a
pull over so my only option was to remove my shirt completely which I did.
     The fire baked into our exposed flesh, and the area in front of the
fire grew warmer still.  We could have moved away but didn't.
C.Z. suddenly complained that it was too hot, shucked the remains of his
shirt, slipped his jeans off, and lay back down dressed in only his boxers.
I swallowed hard and followed suit stretching out on the floor in my briefs
and praying that my dick would behave.  At the same time I was enjoying the
view of C.Z. stretched out beside me in the light from the fire.

     We stared into the fire for a while before C.Z. spoke.  "Thanks for a
great birthday present, Andy.  I had a fantastic time."  He reached over
and placed his right hand on my bare shoulder.  "I've never had a friend
like you before.  I really love you."

     I took his hand in mine and kissed it before I had a chance to think
about it.  "I love you too, C.Z."

     He looked at me and at our clasped hands.  My heart sank.  I thought
I'd really blown it.

     He gripped my hand tighter and leaned toward me so that our faces were
only inches apart.  "I've been afraid to tell you how much you mean to me.
I was afraid that you wouldn't want me around any more."

     "You couldn't say anything to me that would make me go away."

     "Andy, I love you."

     "I know you do, bud"

     He looked straight into my eyes.  "No.  I mean I love you."

     The import of his words stunned me, and I couldn't respond.  I looked
at him.  I saw the uncertainty grow on his face and tears starting in his
eyes.  I let go of his hand and wiped the tears away with my finger tips.
I cupped his, pulled him toward me, and gently kissed him on the lips.

     The kiss lasted only a few seconds, but I felt as if a jolt of
electricity had passed through my body.  I swear every hair on my body was
standing straight up.

     He looked into my eyes, put his hand at the back of my head and pulled
me into another kiss.  This time his mouth opened and my tongue began
exploring his gums, lips, and teeth.  I felt his tongue move into my mouth
and start its own exploration.  He pressed my head more strongly into the
kiss, and moved his body so that we were touching from head to toe.  I felt
his rising erection pushing against my belly, and I knew he could feel mine
pushing in to him.  The kiss grew even more passionate.  Our arms wrapped
around each other and pressed our bodies as close together as possible.
Our cocks ground against each other behind the thin covering of our
underwear.

     When we broke the kiss I gasped for air.  "Oh, wow!"

     He looked at me.  "Do you know how much I've wanted this to happen?"

     "If you've wanted it only half as much as I have, then it's been about
all you could think about."

     "Yeah."  He ran his fingers down the hair on my chest, encircled my
left nipple and then traveled down to cup my hard-on through the fabric of
my briefs.  "I've wanted you ever since that first day.  I didn't see
Larsen because I was looking at you."

     "I fell for you when I pulled you out of the car and you fell into my
arms.  I've never felt this way about any one...especially another man."

     He drew back slightly.  "You mean...you've never been with another
guy?"

     "Just a couple of group jack off sessions in high school.  You're the
first guy I've ever kissed."

     He started laughing.

     "What's so funny?"

     "I was hoping if this ever happened that you would be able to show me
all about making love to another man."

     Now it was my turn to laugh.  "You mean you've never been with anyone
else either?"

     "You got that!  Looks like we have two amateurs here."

     "Well, Mr. Amateur, what's the next step?"

     He grinned slyly.  "I think the next step is to get rid of our
underwear."

     His hand slid under the back of my briefs and pulled them down over my
ass.  I lifted my hips and helped him slide them off my ass and down my
legs.  I pulled on his boxers, and they were soon discarded as well.

     We spent a long time just looking at each other in the firelight.  I
moved my fingers slowly and lightly over his face, neck, shoulders, chest,
stomach, hips, and finally over his throbbing dick.  He matched my every
move with one of his.  Both our dicks were leaking precum like crazy.  I
used my finger to spread the slippery fluid around the helmet-shaped head
of his dick and then brought my fingers up to my mouth for my first taste
of another man's fluids.  Again he matched my every move, first spreading
my precum around on my dick and then putting his fingers in his mouth to
savor my taste.
     He reached down and brought another drop of my precum up to our faces.
This time he moved his fingers into my mouth, and I used my tongue to clean
my own secretions from his fingers.  My precum had a slightly salty taste.
  His had been almost tasteless.
     I scooped some of his dick fluid from where it had pooled on his
smooth, taut stomach and placed it in his mouth.  He closed his eyes and
licked his lips.  I laughed and leaned in for another long kiss.

     He pushed me over on my back and began kissing and licking his way
down my body.  He followed the pattern of my chest and belly hair down to
my crotch.  He knelt between my spread legs.  He bent down and ran his
tongue over the tip of my dick and then down the side of the shaft to my
balls.  I felt my jewels draw up in their skin pouch, and I knew I couldn't
last very long because I was so excited.
     I wanted a taste of his cock so I started to wiggle my body around.
C.Z.  got the message and moved so that we were in a 69 position.  I ran my
tongue up and down on the shaft of his dick.  It was at least 8" long and
as thick as four of my fingers put together.  I opened my mouth and began
sucking a cock for the first time in my life.  At the same time I felt his
warm mouth engulf my hard member.
     I had read enough in the stories on Nifty so I knew to keep my teeth
covered with my lips.  I don't know where C.Z. got his information, but he
covered his teeth as well, and we fell into a mutual rhythm.  When I
started sucking him I had been able to feel his loose scrotum against my
forehead when I had his dick as far down my throat as possible, now it was
drawn up tighter against his body so I couldn't feel it any more; I knew he
must be getting close to orgasm.  I felt my own pleasure beginning.  He
tensed and hot cum spurted into my mouth.  I emptied my own load down his
throat a moment later.  His semen was slippery and almost nutty in taste.
I knew that I was going to become very familiar with that his special
taste.
     We both kept the other's cock in our mouths as they began to soften
and our breathing returned to normal.  He pulled off my cock and moved
around to lie facing me.  He leaned forward.  We kissed mixing the remains
of our mutual loads as our tongues explored the other's mouth.

     He broke the kiss.  "That was pretty intense.  I've heard that you get
better with practice.  When do you want to try again?"

     Give me a couple of minutes.  I'm not 17."

     "Jealous.  Bet I can get you ready."

     He started kissing and caressing my body again.  He took my now soft
penis into his mouth and gently moved it around with his tongue.  I was
surprised as I felt myself getting hard again in his mouth.  I reached down
to cup his manhood and found that he was already rock hard again.
     We had another round of love making...slower this time...bringing each
other close to the edge and then backing off until neither one of us was
able to control the simultaneous orgasms that sent another hot load down
our partner's throat.

     We kissed and caressed each other for a long time as we basked in the
after glow of our first love making.  Finally sleep began to overtake us.
I pulled the comforter down from the couch and wrapped it around the two of
us as we lay nestled together.  I remember thinking just before drifting
off to sleep that THIS was the way love was supposed to be.  I'd never
really felt it before with anyone.  Everything seemed complete, and I was
totally at ease.

(To be continued)