Date: Wed, 13 Mar 2002 09:00:38 -0500
From: Jeff Allen <jeff_allen15@hotmail.com>
Subject: Love of a Lifetime Part 8

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LOVE OF A LIFETIME

PART 8

     The start of track season put even more time pressure on C.Z.  He not
only kept up the newspaper route, and driving the school bus in the morning
and afternoon, but he went to track practice as well.  Because of the
school bus route, he was always about an hour late for practice, but the
coach and the other members of the squad understood and amazingly never
held it against him.  Besides he was the best low hurdler and sprinter on
the team.  In fact he was the best in that end of the state.
     On days when there was a home track meet, C.Z. was normally done with
the bus route by the time the meet started so he didn't miss any of the
events.  For the away meets, Bill Adams, the Carter County High School
track coach, always insisted that those meets started late enough that
C.Z. could complete the bus route, and then drive himself to the other
school for the meet.  I was concerned that his old Subaru would break down
somewhere on the road, so most of the time I either let C.Z. borrow my
truck to get to the meet or, if possible, I'd leave the bank a little early
and drive him myself.  Those times in the truck going to or coming from the
track meets were special for us.  We talked, we joked, we held hands.
     The track season was an unqualified success for the team and for C.Z.
personally.  He came in first all most all the time, and when he wasn't in
first place, he was in second.

     The sad part of that spring was the continued physical decline of
Emily Johnstone.  By the time the public schools let out for summer
vacation, she was continually hooked up to a portable oxygen tank, and she
rarely got out of bed except for dinner and church on Sundays.  C.Z. was
worried about her, and so was I.
     C.Z. used the summer to land a couple of house painting jobs to
supplement their income.  Heaven knows they needed all the money they could
get to pay Emily's medical bills.  However, the result was that we saw less
of each other than before since C.Z., if the weather permitted, started the
painting jobs as soon as he finished the paper route and worked until
nearly dark before going home to check on his mother.  We talked on the
phone every night, but it was clear to me that he was extremely tired so I
never kept him long on the phone.

     Rain was forecast for the entire third weekend of June.  C.Z. and I
had talked on the phone of spending some time together since he wouldn't be
able to do any painting.  I was looking forward to it.

     I woke up early that morning with the sound of rain on the roof.  I
padded into the bathroom to take my morning piss and looked out the window.
It wasn't just raining.  It was coming down in buckets.  There wouldn't be
any house painting for C.Z. that morning nor any morning jog for Larsen and
me.  Thinking of my options, I did the only reasonable thing and climbed
back into the bed to catch a few more minutes of sleep.  I figured I still
had plenty of time to get up and get the coffee going before C.Z. arrived
from his paper route.
     Wrong.  I fell completely asleep.  The next thing I realized was the
feeling of C.Z. sliding in under the covers and pressing his naked body
against my back.  I started to turn to give him a kiss, but he stopped me.

     "Don't.  It's so nice to be able to snuggle up against you.  Let's
just stay like this for a while."

     I lay still feeling his chest rising with each breath against my back.
Feeling his arm over mine, his soft dick pressed into my butt, his legs
against mine.  His breathing slowed and moved into that relaxed pattern of
sleep.  I didn't move a muscle.
     He slept for nearly an hour curled up against me.  I listened to his
breathing, felt his breath against my skin and his body against mine.
Slowly my erection rose.  This was incredibly sensual and sexual.  I was
hot just lying next to him.

     Finally, he stirred.  His hand moved down and brushed across my
hard-on.

     "Some one's happy to see me."

     "So, are you going to show your appreciation?"

     "You bet."  He moved his fingers slowly up and down the shaft of my
hard cock causing ripples of pleasure in my groin.  I felt his cock begin
to stiffen and move into the crack of my ass.

     He grasped my cock with his hand and pumped slowly as his dick
lengthened until it was completely hard and pushing against my asshole.
  I moved my hips backward to increase the pressure of his cock on my hole.
He grasped my dick harder in response.
     We had only had anal sex a couple of times since the night of the ACC
tournement, and with the exception of one other time, C.Z. had always been
the bottom and I the top.  It was clear from the way he was pushing in to
me that he expected to be the top this time.
     I reached over to the drawer in the bedside table where I kept the
lube.  I uncapped the tube and put some into the palm of his hand.  He
spread it on the shaft of my dick and then reached behind me and put lube
on his own cock.  He spread the remaining lube around the entrance to my
anus before sliding one of his fingers in side.
     I moved back against him even more as he probed with his finger and
laid gentle kisses on my neck and shoulders.  I lifted my leg to give him
better access to his target.  His finger slid out and the head of his dick
was pressed against the entrance.  As he pushed forward I pushed back and
his dick slid slowly into my hot rectum until I felt his pubic hairs
against the cheeks of my ass.  We both moaned.

     He moved slowly in and out while stroking my dick in the same rhythm.
His kisses on my neck and shoulders evolved into gentle sucking and
licking.  I reached back and placed my hand on his hip to help guide his
movements.
     Slowly, steadily our mutual passion grew.  He didn't say anything, but
I could tell from his breathing that he must be getting close.  Suddenly he
pushed all the way in.  I felt his dick spasm as he poured his seed into my
bowels.  He grasped my cock with more force and started pumping.  It only
took a few strokes before I was shooting my own load over his hand and onto
the sheets.

     He continued caressing my neck and shoulders with his mouth as we
relaxed from our climaxes.  His dick softened, and he pulled out of me.
     I felt his body shake, and I realized he was crying.  Without paying
attention to my cum on the sheets and our slippery, lube-covered dicks I
twisted around facing him and drew him into my arms.  The crying turned
into real sobs.

     "What's wrong?"

     "I love you."

     "I know.  I love you too, but tell me what's wrong."

     "I don't know.  I don't know why I'm crying.  I just have to cry."

     "It's okay."  I pushed his head into my chest and stroked his hair.
"You're tired.  You're worried about your mom.  Just let it come out."

     And he did.  It was about another ten minutes before the sobs and
tears gave way to a bad case of the hiccups.

     He hiccupped.  He hiccupped again, and I giggled.  He hiccupped AND
giggled, and I laughed.  Then we both started laughing.  We laughed, he
hiccupped, we laughed, we rolled around on the bed holding each other, and
he hiccupped some more.

     He slapped me playfully on the butt.  "I'm hungry.  What about
breakfast?"

     I stole a glance at the bedside clock.  "You missed breakfast, stud.
It's closer to lunch time."

     "Whatever.  Just feed me before I starve!"

     I rolled out of the bed and grabbed a towel.  After cleaning some of
the lube and drying cum off my body, I tossed the towel to him.  "Come on.
Can't have you starve to death in our bed."

                       **********

     I ate a sandwich and some chips.  He ate three sandwiches and finished
the bag of chips.  The boy really was starving!

     We spent the rest of the day lying together in the bed.  We talked,
hugged, kissed, and caressed, and that was all.  It was enough.  We took a
long mutual shower before he had to leave.  I sucked him off in the shower
as the water cascaded down his body.  We took a long time drying each
other.  It was more like a long mutual caress with towels than it was like
drying off after a shower.
     He got dressed and went home.

     The last thing he said as he went out the door was, "I hope it rains
tomorrow."

     Larsen had been ignored all day.  Normally, he's an easy going fellow,
but he does have his limits, and it was clear that he now expected some
quality time with one of his favorite humans.  I was tired of throwing his
tennis ball in the house long before he was ready to stop chasing it.

     It did rain the next day, but C.Z. didn't come over as we had planned.
Emily went into the hospital.

(To be continued)