Date: Sat, 28 Jul 2001 16:17:21 -0400
From: Rory M <st_rory@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Second Time Part 2

Disclaimer: This story should only be read by adults and those claiming to
be adult.  This story for all intent and purposes is true, though some
events have been changed and others exaggerated. Names and places have been
changed, but I hope you enjoy.  Please E-mail me at St_Rory@hotmail.com for
any comments.


My Second Time
Chapter 2
By Rory M.


	Over the next few weeks I had Seen Tim usually on the weekend or on
sporadic nights for dinner or coffee.  I had taken on Extra classes to make
up for the one I had taken off, and was planning on doing the same for the
next year and summer.  The goal in this was actually not to get a peptic
ulcer, but to graduate early, and damn it, it worked.  The down side to
taking too many classes was it killed me socially.  At the time I had
decided to do so I didn't really mind.  My best friend on the campus was my
room mate Shane and a few other people who stopped by every once and a
while, so it's not as if I had to go far.  But now it hindered me from
seeing Tim, my new...........friend?
	By the close of the semester I had a very large crush on the guy, and I was
quite confused on what to do.  He was 34...what the hell would a 34 year old
successful business man want with me?  He already knew I was quite
emotionally scarred and unstable, but I think it made him feel wanted when I
told him my sorrows and cried on his shoulder.  The topic of dating had come
up again once more the week before my exams.  Me being a jackass had brought
it up.  Still I don't know why.  What shocked me is that it didn't faze him,
which told me he had obviously thought about it.

"It's up to you, Ror.  Whenever you're ready, and if you don't want to, I'm
perfectly happy with our friendship."

	I didn't like making decisions and/or being put on the spot.  We finished
dinner and I went back to study, but much to my chagrin the only thing I
could think about was what he said.  By the next morning I had decided that
if I ever wanted to sleep soundly and look him in the face again I had to
talk to him about it.  And I knew what I wanted.  It was crazy, but I wanted
to be with him.
	I called him the Friday night before exams so I could take a break and get
what I need to say out.  Needless to say, I was a nervous wreck.  I wasn't
sure how I wanted to go about asking him, or telling him, or whatever the
hell I was trying to come out with.  By the time I got off the train in
center city and made it to his apartment I think he could read it on my
face.  I hate it when he does that.

"What's eating you?"  As soon as I walked in the damn door!

"We need to talk.........I hate it when I do that."

"Do what?" He said laughing.  He knew exactly what, I had bitched at him
about it before.

"About what you said the other night..."

"You've thought about it?"

"Yeah, but I'm not sure how to say what I need to say."

"Then just say it, I've got things to do, places to desecrate."

"Funny.  But easier said than done."

"Well, if it's easier SAID then say it little man, I've got plans for us
tonight."

	 His joking did not amuse me, and that nickname wasn't helping.  He called
me that on a regular basis, but tonight it wasn't cute for some reason.

"Tim, I want to be with you, as in more than friends."  I'm still standing?

"I thought you didn't want any relationships?"

"I don't, I mean I didn't.  That's why we need to go slow, OK?  If you can't
go somewhere else because there are things I need time for." I needed to
breath; I don't think I had in a while.

"Where do I sign the contract?"

"Funny."

	He chuckled at me and crossed his kitchen where we had been standing.  He
kissed me softly on the lips and hugged me for a very long minute in the
middle of his kitchen.  I needed it, I really did.  I was shot, and I knew
he could feel me shaking.  Whether it was from the stress of the moment
passed or the fact that I had only slept 5 hours in the past week, I was
ready to pass out.
	That night we decided to stay in and eat.  Well, I decided. All I wanted
was to lay on his couch and go to sleep for a few days, maybe with him next
to me. It took me some time to realize nothing much had changed.  The only
difference was that when cuddling on the couch there was more contact, and
more kissing, but nothing more.  I must have fallen asleep half way through
the movie we were watching.....oops.  I woke the next morning with the
familiar feeling of him holding me, just as what happened the first night I
came here, but then I realized we weren't on the couch, we were in his bed.
I was puzzled by it, but in all honesty it felt welcoming and surprisingly I
wasn't scared.  We spent the rest of the day pretty much how we always would
have, except a little closer and a little friendlier.
	I headed back to campus later in the day to start packing and study for my
last exam on Monday.  I was going home for a few weeks until the summer
session, and was really excited that I didn't have to spend anymore time
there.  I didn't want to take off so soon after starting things with Tim,
but I had made plans to come stay with him the last week before the session
began.  I still didn't want to go, I really wanted to spend time with him,
but such was to happen.
	Being home was uneventful.  I walked on eggshells around my house and hung
out with my sister, who was managing a full time job when she got back from
Boston anyway.  I didn't tell anyone about Tim, though I wanted to.  The
only person who would show some serious interest would have been my sister
and grandmother anyway.  But the fact that he was almost twice my age
hindered that information, at least for now.  It wouldn't have made it any
easier.  I called or emailed Tim frequently, as did he.  Even though I was
gone for less than 2 weeks I missed him, there isn't really much to do in
Jersey except go to the beach, and I don't like the beach.
	When I returned to Philadelphia I stayed with Tim as planned.  It was the
best week I had had in some time.  He took vacation so I wouldn't be alone
at his place all week, not that that bothered me, but I guess it bothered
him.  We didn't do anything that spectacular except a day trip up to New
York and some shopping.  I would have been happy doing his laundry with him
and lying around his apartment for a week, but he likes to entertain.
	As far as sex goes nothing happened that wasn't pg-13.  I didn't want it
and he didn't push it.  We did sleep together, which was the nicest part.  I
never realized how much I craved affection until he gave it to me.  My
favorite place in the world had become his arms.  But this lazy week had to
end and I went back to campus to start my accelerated learning.............I
hate learning.
	I honestly didn't expect to be so busy with work, but the classes weren't
easy and taking 5 of them was ludicrous.  Now I know why they recommended 3.
  I didn't get to see Tim as often as I wanted, but he understood.  He came
and stayed with me at the dorms now and then.  I didn't have a roommate for
the summer and had the much needed privacy.  By August we had become
comfortable with the relationship.  We still hadn't explored sex heavily
yet, but I was closer to him then I was to anyone I knew, and he was patient
through everything I had to offer, so far.
	I guess the happy honeymoon had to end at some point, not that it was a bad
thing; I knew he was going to ask questions eventually.  I just didn't want
it to happen now.  Up until this point I had given him head on a few
occasions, and on such an August night I had just done it again.

"You're quite good at that, I think I might have to take a few tips from
you."

"Ha, flattery will get you nowhere." I said taking his hand off my fly and
kissing his fingertips.

"Rory?"

"That would be me, yes."

"Why don't you want to have sex with me?"

'Damn it, why now?  I don't want to have this conversation.'  I thought to
myself as I tried to come up with something to say.  "We've had sex a few
times, what did you call that?"  As I playfully groped him to avoided the
subject.

"You've never let me touch you, I haven't even seen you naked.  Is there
something wrong?"

'DAMN IT'  "No, it's not you, I just have issues with sex."

"Such as?  Babe I've heard this before, tell me what's wrong and I'll try to
help.  You avoid this and get pensive on me, I feel as if I'm causing a
problem."

He started to play with my hair and stare at me. I didn't know what to tell
him.  I couldn't tell him anything and I knew I had to give him an answer
this time.

"I just have never..."

"Never had sex before?  Something tells me that's not a virgin mouth." He
said with a sly smile.

"No, but that's as far as my experience takes me."  I lied, but for the most
part it was true.  I couldn't tell him, I couldn't.

"Are you afraid of sex with me, virgin boy?"  His mood had lifted and I felt
relieved.

"No, but it's not a light subject."  I wasn't sure where this was going.

"Rory, we don't have to have sex.  But I would feel honored to show you what
it's like.  Your virginity would be a gift to me."

I wished he would stop saying virginity.  My eyes got teary as I leaned in
and kissed him.   I didn't know what to say.  I didn't think he valued me in
that way, and I didn't think he'd understand. He brought me in close and
kissed me, and then said what I thought I'd never hear.

"I love you, Rory. I want you to feel comfortable with yourself and me." He
whispered into my ear.

	It seems clich‚ but that did it for me.  I always thought that sex should
be with someone you love and someone you thought special blah blah blah, but
now I knew what it meant.  I told him I wanted to share myself with him...in
my cramped little dorm room in my cramped little bed.  I kissed him deeply
and more passionately then I had ever initiated.  I think I shocked him, but
he took the permission I was giving.

"Are you sure, babe?"  He said softly as he watched my face closely.

	I nodded and kissed him again.  He pushed me over gently so that I now was
positioned on my back as we continued to kiss. I felt his fingertips trace
my jaw line to my ear, and then back into my hair as he delicately sucked my
tongue into his mouth and massaged it with his own. Normally I was more than
happy with just doing this, but tonight was definitely going to be
different.  His hand moved from behind my ear and down my neck to the collar
of my shirt.  Slowly, he unbuttoned each one while we continued to kiss.
	His fingertips began to trace my chest and sides within my open shirt. It
almost tickled, but each touch sent a shiver through out my body, I had
never been touched so delicately before. He broke our kiss and sat up next
to me, staring at me and still tracing a line down my chest and stomach.

"I know you hate to hear this for some reason, but you're so beautiful."

	He slowly removed the rest of my shirt and laid me back down on the bed.
At this point my dick was harder then I had thought it could get, and was
anxious for what was going to happen. He slowly traced his hands all over my
chest and sides making his way down to my pants.  His eyes never left my
face as he slowly unbuttoned and zipped the fly.  He slowly pulled my pants
and boxers down my legs and off of my ankles as he got off the bed to lay
them on a chair.
	I lay there staring at him, completely exposed and aroused and the only
thing I wanted was for him to touch me again.  He himself was naked from
earlier, and again hard.  He moved up the end of the bed and spread my legs
gently and slowly.  I felt him start to kiss the inside of my ankle and then
work his way up.  I shuddered as he licked the inside of my knee and inner
thigh ever so slowly.  Slowly. He liked taking it slow, he liked being
gentle, it was almost as if he were teasing me.  When his small kisses and
licking got to my scrotum he switched legs and started from the ankle again.
  Any more treatment such as this and I was going to cum before he touched
my cock.
	As he reached my groin this time he kissed my nuts and then kissed around
them. I closed my eyes and whimpered when I felt his tongue flick the
underside of my balls.  His hands moved to the outside of my hips and
started moving up my sides, slowly, as I felt his kissing go up my groin and
past my penis.  He kissed to my naval and then returned to my mouth where I
wrapped my arms around his back as we kissed passionately.   I felt his hand
glide down my chest and pinch my nipple, and then slowly down my stomach to
my cock.  His fingers slowly slid up and down the shaft before grasping the
head in his fist.  My whole body froze as I gasped into our kiss.

"Are you sure about this?" He said.  That was the most rhetorical question I
had ever heard in my life.

	He started kissing down my chin and to my neck.  He nibbled at my
collarbone before he made his way to my right nipple.  Being a night of new
experiences this was truly one of them.  I had never played with my nipples
while masturbating, and obviously no one had played with them before, let
alone sucked them.  I felt him lick around the nipple before flicking his
tongue across it hard.  Gasping wasn't the sound I made; it was more like a
moan.  He continued to do that before he took it between his teeth and
flicked his tongue fast across it.  My whole body squirmed and I hoped that
the dorm was as empty as it seemed, I wouldn't want anyone to hear me.  He
did the same treatment to the left before slowly kissing his way down my
stomach.  I watched him kiss around my navel and jab his tongue in a few
times.  I couldn't help but giggling, but now was obviously not the time for
tickling, and he continued his journey down my treasure trail with his
tongue.
	He again kissed around my shaft to my balls, taking both of them into his
mouth at once.  I almost sat straight up from the shock of it.  He sucked my
balls and swirled his tongue around each of them.  His hands rubbed up and
down my side, forcing my body into a slow up and down motion on the bed.  I
was whimpering and moaning now heavily, my precum now dripping down onto his
lips.  He slowly stopped the assault on my balls and kissed me between them
and my dick.  I felt his tongue lick the area before traveling up my vein
slowly and hard.  He flicked his tongue up and down on the underside of my
head.  God, if he kept that up I wasn't going to last long.  I had one hand
on the side of his head running through his dark hair, and the other
clutching the bed sheets for dear life.
	He took the head of my cock into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it
slowly...so slowly.  He did this for a few minutes, maybe more, maybe
less...I didn't have a watch, sorry.  Without warning he went down the
complete shaft to my pubes, completely burying me in his throat and hot
mouth.  I shrieked as he started to at once go fast up and down my shaft.
His suction felt as if he was going to pull it off and his tongue attacked
my piss slit every time he pulled off.  It wasn't long before I was ready to
cum.  My body had broken out in a sweat and I could feel my balls draw up
quickly.

"Tiiim, I'm cumming, oh god I'm cumming."

	He didn't' pay attention and plunged all the way down on my shaft.  I
couldn't hold back anymore and let out a very large shriek as I convulsed
into his throat.  My back arches and I convulsed with every burst that hit
his throat.  I felt him hold my hips as he tried to steady me under him.
When he finally released my cock I saw him grab for his boxers on the floor.
  With three strokes he was releasing his own tensions into the silk
underwear.
	He placed the spent underwear back on the floor and laid down next to me on
the bed. He kissed my forehead and cheek as I regained my breath and
composure.  When I started to come down from my orgasm I began to cry.  I'm
not sure why, but I couldn't stop the tears.  Immediately Tim moved to hover
over me from between my legs and ask what was wrong.  He stroked my hair and
face and kissed away the tears.  He sat up between my legs and lifted me
onto his lap.  It was an easy feat.  He had almost 100 pounds on me and
decent muscle mass, I was like a rag doll within his arms.

"Rory Honey what's wrong?"  He hugged me close to his chest as I whimpered
into his ear.

"I love you."  I said barely above a whisper, I was afraid he wouldn't hear
it.
	He rubbed my back and let out a small chuckle.  Nothing more needed to be
said.  I had waited so long for someone to love me, and now he had come and
given me more than I had ever needed.  I finally felt wanted, and I couldn't
stop from crying.




	Well, that's it for now.  I know I said I was going to make this into a
two-part story, but I realized that my life has had a little more detail
than that over the past year.  I want to thank those of you have written me.
I greatly appreciate it.  I also want to thank those of you in the nifty
chat; you guys were really nice and supportive for me, thank you.
	If you have any suggestions or comments I can be reached at
St_Rory@hotmail.com and Rory Danial on Aol Instant Messanger.