Date: Wed, 5 Oct 2011 23:01:47 -0400
From: crazy4u <rnielsen47@gmail.com>
Subject: The Man From Swift Current Chapter 25, GM High School, College

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This story contains descriptions of consensual sexual contact between adult
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Chapter Twenty Five – Rick's Self Confession

Rick awoke to Glenn's soft snoring as he slept in my arms.  He thought to
himself,

"I have never felt so much love for another human being before.  Even when
I was dating Angie, I never felt so content and at peace.  I hadn't been
sure I was ready to have a relationship with anyone when I met Glenn let
alone a relationship with a guy.  I have spent the last few years trying to
take out all the anger and hurt I still feel about what Angie did to me on
every woman I meet.

I guess that's why I have never had another relationship with a girl.  I
have truly hated woman for some time now.  It made me feel better using
them as Angie had used me.  But after a few brief moments of feeling
avenged, I would feel empty and totally alone despite having a woman
sleeping by my side.

I was feeling that way when I got up the morning I first saw Glenn.  I
remember seeing the lust in his eyes as he looked over my naked body,
devouring every detail.  It made me shiver at first seeing the hunger in
his eyes.  My first instinct was to satisfy that lust and use him just as I
did all the women I had taken to bed over the years.

They all have had the same lustful look in their eyes the first time they
see me naked.  Just like Angie did the first time we had sex.  That look
always brought back the anger and hurt I felt towards her and I would take
out my frustrations on whoever I was with that night.  They all loved the
roughness of the sex and always wanted more.  There was even a time or two
that one of them reminded me so much of Angie that I quite literally ran to
the bathroom and puked my guts out from the revulsion I felt.

Much to my own amazement, I managed to shake Glenn's hand that morning and
continued on into the bathroom.  I looked in the mirror and committed to
myself that I would have sex with Glenn and then leave him.  I figured I
could get him into my bed fairly quickly.  I had seen that same hungry look
on so many women's faces.  I knew just how to work it to get them to jump
in bed with me so I was pretty confident that it would work with Glenn as
well.

Starting right at that moment, I set out to accomplish my goal.  I played
up to Glenn and made sure that he saw me naked as much as possible.  I knew
I had him after Keith left us together at the swimming pool.  We swam
together and he kept looking over at my package that was so clearly defined
in the skin tight Speedo swim suit I was wearing.  I made sure to brush up
against Glenn in the pool as we raced from one side to the other.

As we sunned ourselves, I flirted with him and watched him begin to open up
to me.  I was like a shark circling its prey.  I knew it was only a matter
of time and I would have my way with Glenn and he would be begging me for
more.  When I suggested we return to the apartment, I made sure to put my
hand on his ass and give it a good squeeze.  He didn't move away but moved
closer to me.  His reaction to me worked on my senses just like blood in
the water does to hungry sharks.  I could smell the chlorine on his skin
and the firmness of his ass cheek under my hand just added to the sensory
overload I was experiencing at that moment.

As we entered the apartment, I thought I should give him some space before
moving in for the final kill.  I wanted Glenn to surrender completely to me
and my plan to seduce him was working perfectly.  I went to my room and sat
on the bed planning my next move when I heard Glenn talking on the phone.
I stepped out into the kitchen and stood silently listening behind him as
he told his Uncle Dave about what his boyfriend, Ian, had done to him.  As
I heard him break down and begin sobbing uncontrollably, my heart softened
towards him and I knew I couldn't carry out my plans to seduce him and hurt
him, again.  The more I listened to Glenn's conversation, the more I
realized that he was hurting inside in much the same way I was.  That's
when I decided that I needed to reach out and help him heal from the hurt
he felt and maybe heal the hurt inside of me at the same time.

So as he came inside from our balcony, I asked him to tell me all about
Ian.  As Glenn started to tell me, he completely lost it, again.  Seeing
how busted up Glenn was over Ian really pulled at my heart strings and I
pulled him into my arms and tried to comfort him.  I have never felt such a
strong urge to protect someone as I did at that moment.  Just remembering
the emotions I felt brought tears to my eyes."

Rick's reverie was broken when he felt Glenn's fingers touch his face.

 I wiped away Rick's tears and asked, "Why are you crying?"

"I was just remembering how I felt the first time I took you in my arms to
comfort you and take away all the hurt in your life," Rick said smiling and
blinking away his tears.  "I have never felt such urge to love and protect
someone before.  Just the memory of that moment still brings tears to my
eyes."

"I hope I don't make you cry every time you think of me," I said trying to
lighten the mood as Rick caressed my cheek.  His touch on my skin was
having an electrifying effect on me.

"When I think of you, I just want to hold you in my arms and make
passionate love to you!" Rick exclaimed grinning from ear-to-ear.

"So when are you going to do that my handsome lover?" I asked as I ran my
hands over his bare chest.

Rick didn't need much encouragement to give me what I wanted since he
wanted it as much as I did.  He took his time gently giving me every
sensuous pleasure he could provide me.  I knew my love for him flowed from
every fiber of my being into his as we gave ourselves over completely to
each other.  After exhausting our passion for each other, Rick pulled me
into the shower with him.  My second most favorite place to be with Rick is
in the shower.  We ran out of hot water, again!  We are going to have to
ask the apartment management for a larger water heater!  We finished
cleaning and up and Rick made us breakfast.

"Thank you for making breakfast, Rick," I said as he put his dishes in the
sink.  "I'll wash up the dishes, okay."

"Sure.  While you are doing that, I will get the scales set up in the
bathroom.  I still want to know how much 53 kilos is in normal terms!" Rick
said laughing as I started to correct him, again, about metric measures
being the world norm.

Rick unboxed the bathroom scales and read the directions for use.  They
were pretty simple.  Sit the thing on the floor and adjust the scale to
zero.  Rick did that and stepped on the scales to see how much he weighed
– 183 pounds.  That hadn't changed since he joined the marines.  The
scales must be pretty accurate.

"Hey, Glenn, come in here for minute, please," Rick said.

I enter the bathroom and looked at Rick with a questioning look on my face.
He pointed to the scales, "Go ahead.  Let's see how much you weigh."

I stepped onto the scales.  "It says I weigh 117 pounds.  I've never needed
to know how much I weighed in pounds before.  So, are you going to measure
my height, too?"

"Sure, stand up straight against the wall while I use the measuring tape."

Rick took the measuring tape and measured my height reading out the
measurement, "You are 5'8" tall.  I'm 6'2" tall."

"So how many centimeters is that?" I asked.

Rick pulled out the measuring tape out to 6'2" and looked at the
centimeters marked on it, "I'm 188 centimeters tall."

"Just the right height for me," I said and put my arms around him and
brought my lips to his for a quick kiss before I returned to the kitchen.

"By the way, how much is 183 pounds in kilos?" I asked.

"I don't know but I can look it up on the internet while you finish washing
the dishes," Rick replied.

Rick went to his room and clicked on Google and typed "convert pounds to
kilos."  He clicked on the link that took him to a converter dialog box and
entered 183 pounds and clicked on the convert button.

"I weigh 83 kilos," Rick said to me as he returned to the kitchen.  "Now we
know both kilos and pounds.  I never learned the metric conversions in
school.  I've used metric tools in shop working on cars but I just kept
trying different size tools until I found the one that fit."

I finished drying the dishes and putting them away in the cupboards.  "I'm
the same way with pounds and inches.  I memorized the conversion formula
for a math test once but I promptly forgot it as soon as the test was
over," I said.  "I never was very good at math so I try to stay away from
it as much as possible."

"It was the same with me," Rick said.  "Let's take the Corvette for a spin.
I haven't had it out for a while."

"Great!  I've wanted to ride in it since you showed it to me.  But can I
drive it?" I asked hesitantly.  "I know that's a lot to ask since it's your
pride and joy."

"Okay, you can drive it but just this once," Rick said just a little
anxiously.  "But you have to promise to be careful with her."

"Her?  Does the car have a name?" I asked with surprise.

"Yes, her name is Missy.  I named her when I bought her from an old guy in
town who wanted to unload her.  I didn't pay much since the car was in such
bad shape.  I'm kind of attached to her after putting so much time and
effort into fixing her up"

We spent the rest of the day driving around Atlanta.

"Why did you paint your car red?" I asked anticipating the answer.

"I love how peoples' heads turn when they see my car.  I intentionally
painted her red so people would notice, especially the girls.  I've
attracted many a cute chick pulling up to a dance club in my red Corvette!"
Rick smiled as he remembered how the girls reacted to him and his car.
Rick looked over at Glenn and saw he was smiling as well.

"You like Missy as much as I do, don't you?" Rick asked.

"Yes, I do!" I responded.

*** ***

The next week seemed like a honeymoon for us.  We spent our days swimming
in the pool and otherwise relaxing in the apartment.  The evenings were
filled with intimate conversation and the filling of our senses with each
other.  We learned the power of sight, touch, smell and taste in exciting
the passions of the human soul.  It was a magical time for us.

As we began our second week together, Rick was sitting at the kitchen table
watching me cook breakfast.  He loves the sight of me in my skin-tight
black bikini briefs.  He's always asking me to wear them!

I turned towards Rick with a broad smile, "What you looking at, Babe?"

"Breakfast!" he said, "Both kinds!" as he kissed me lightly on the lips and
slipped his hands down the back of my briefs.

"You'll have to eat the eggs and bacon first then we'll see if you've been
a good boy before you get to have a second breakfast!" I said laughing as
he pulled his hands out of my briefs.  "You know how I hate cold eggs and
bacon!"

I retrieved the eggs and bacon from the kitchen counter and Rick brought
the toast as we sat down together at the table.

I reached for Rick's hands and said grace, "God, we thank thee for this
food we are about to partake of and for the love and friendship that we
share, Amen."

As we started eating, Rick asked me, "Why do you always say grace at every
meal?"

"Because everything we have comes from God," I responded.

"Do you think He cares about us?" Rick asked.  This was a new subject for
us and I was a little nervous talking about religion with him

"I know He loves us very much and wants us to be happy," I said looking
Rick in the eyes.

"But why does He allow bad things to happen to us?  If He loves us so much,
wouldn't He stop all the bad things from happening?"

"My parents always taught me that God gave us the right to choose for
ourselves.  That is a huge gift that the evil one wants to take away from
us.  If God stopped the bad things from happening, He would take away the
right for us to choose.  How can we learn the difference between good from
evil if we were forced to do everything right and there was never any pain
or suffering to help us to learn to choose the better way of our own free
will and choice," I said.

"I've never thought about it that way.  I've been angry at God for so long.
When Angie's brothers beat me up so badly, I was angry not only at her and
her family but at God as well.  Why did I have to suffer so much?  I admit
Angie and I should have been more careful.  I wanted to marry her but she
wanted nothing to do with me when she found out she was pregnant.  She said
she hated me and never wanted to see me, again.  Glenn you don't know how
much that hurt me!" Rick's voiced quavered with the force of his emotions.

I reached across the table to wipe the tears from his cheeks, "It's okay,
sweetheart.  It's only natural to be hurt and angry but we have to learn to
move through hurt and anger to a better place.  Sometimes when we can't do
it by ourselves we need to seek help from those around us and from God,
himself.  Just think about it!  When I needed comfort, you were there to
put your arms around me and you just held me.  Now it's my turn to put my
arms around you and just hold you."

I got up from the table and took Rick by the hand and led him back into our
bedroom.  I gently pushed him down on the bed and climbed in beside him
wrapping my arms around him.  I felt his warmth against my skin as I tried
to communicate my love for him by pressing myself as close to him as
possible.  I looked deep into his eyes so as to penetrate deep inside his
soul to help him bring down the walls he had built around himself.  The
expression in his eyes showed the years of the pent up emotions that
started to flood his mind as his inner defenses started to crumble and he
started to tremble in my arms.

"It's okay, Rick.  Just let your feelings come out.  I'm here to help you,"
I whispered as I brushed the hair out of his eyes.

The tenderness of my touch caused what little control Rick had left to
evaporate and the tears started flowing.  Rick clung to me as if I were a
life preserver thrown out to save a drowning victim.  Sometime later,
Rick's tears dried up and he was able to speak, again.

"I just want the anger and the hurt to go away.  I have felt so alone for
so long.  I have good friends like your cousin, Keith, but I still feel
very much alone.  This past week has made me realize just how lonely I
really was.  Now, maybe I can put the past behind me and begin the healing
process.  I want to be the best man I can be for you.  Will you help me
achieve that goal?" Rick asked me, his voice betraying the extreme
vulnerability he was feeling by opening up to me.

"You know I will, sweetheart.  I love you, remember?" I kissed him
passionately and held him very close to me.

I wanted this moment to last forever.  It was like our hearts and minds
became one and our bodies shared that unity, not in sensual way, but like a
knitting of our souls together.  It was like another puzzle piece had
snapped into place in my mind allowing another one of the walls around my
heart to crumble to the ground.

Rick said in a voice full of emotion, "Your love for me has allowed you to
slip past so many of my self-defense mechanisms.  In the deepest part of my
being, I sat inside a very dark room with very little hope, scared to come
out for fear of being hurt, again.  Your love for me is like a 100-watt
light bulb being suddenly turned on, blinding me with its brilliance and
warmth.  I will be forever grateful to you for opening your heart to me."