Date: Mon, 13 Feb 2006 14:22:36 -0700
From: Roy <roynm@mac.com>
Subject: Phalen chapter 16 - College Section

This story contains portrayals of homosexual actions and lifestyles.  There
may be references to, or explicit descriptions of, sex between consenting
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Phalen, chapter 16

Evening was approaching.  The long shadows of the palms advanced slowly,
creating dark stripes on the sidewalks as Brad left the university police
interview with Jeff.

'Poor Jeff.'  Brad thought of the difficulties his friend was facing.  As
if his recovery from childhood abuse wasn't enough, now he was faced with a
couple of guys following him.  'Compared with Jeff, my life has been
trouble-free.  He grinned, remembering a secure childhood filled with fun
and adventure spent with his four brothers.  They had been close as
children and had become even closer as they grew.  After they discovered
they were all gay, much of their time was spent in the security of each
other's arms.  When one of them was happy or upset, they all shared the
feelings.  Brad remembered the evenings they would spend in each other's
company, talking about their days, sharing each other's victories with
embraces and laughter, and one another's heartaches with a hug and
understanding.

'I left that security when I met Curt,' Brad thought.  'I believed I had
found a similar type of security with Curt.  I guess I assumed we'd be
there for each other, like my brothers have always been there for me.'  He
waited for an opportunity to cross busy Mill Avenue whose surface shimmered
in the late afternoon heat.  'It appears my security was as insubstantial
as the mirage of water on the street in front of me.'  The traffic light
changed, and he jogged through the illusion of water, smiling at the notion
that he was running through a puddle without getting wet.

'Well,' Brad sighed as he approached his apartment complex, 'Jeff is
dealing with his problems.  I need to deal with mine.'  He turned off the
sidewalk toward the building, thankful the sun was setting.  He waved a
greeting to his next-door neighbor, who smiled as she drove out of the
parking lot and onto the busy street.

Brad noticed Curt's car and grinned in anticipation of a night spent in the
arms of his lover.  'It always feels so good to be held close, to feel his
lips on mine, and to hear Curt's warm and soothing voice.'  Brad sighed,
remembering what it was once like to spend an evening with Curt.  'Maybe we
can begin to work through our problems.'  He began climbing the steps to
the second floor apartment. 'Maybe all of my fears have no foundation, and
now that we're graduating, the two of us can reestablish our relationship.
If I don't have to be away so much, maybe Curt will want to stay at home so
we can be together.'

Brad stopped a moment at the top of the stairs, caught by the sight of the
purple sky and the horizon of molten fire silhouetting the jagged outline
of the nearby mountains. A group of huge saguaro cactus stood out against
the reds, oranges and yellows of the sunset like so many black fingers.  He
turned the corner and nearly collided with Curt.

"Curt!" Brad laughed, startled by the near-collision.  "Here I am, just as
promised!"  He held out his arms to either side, and then paused, noticing
Curt was dressed as if he were going someplace special.  Brad paused,
slowly dropping his arms to his sides, and looked at Curt in puzzlement.
"Are you leaving?"

"Hi," Curt said, scratching the back of his neck, refusing to meet Brad's
eyes. "Um, yeah, but I'll be back in a little while."

"Oh." . . . Brad bowed his head, disappointment written in every line of
his body. "Will you be coming home tonight?" he asked, noticing how Curt
still refused to look at him.

"Uh . . . sure . . . why?" Curt stammered, shifting from foot to foot. He
opened his mouth as if he were about to say something more but remained
silent.

"I thought we were spending the evening together. We talked about it before
I left for class . . . remember?" Brad asked.  "I've been looking forward
to being with you all day."  He paused, trying not to be overcome by the
emotions he was feeling.  "I . . . was hoping . . . you were feeling the
same thing."

Curt looked away, a guilty expression washing across his face.

"Curt, can you postpone where you're going?" Brad paused a moment. "I
really need to be with you tonight.  It's important."  There was another
pause while Curt continued to study his shoes.

"Geez," Curt hesitated, seeming to be torn.  "I . . . I really can't."  He
noticed Brad's shoulders slump further, his head bowed.  In the space of a
few heartbeats Brad seemed . . . smaller, more withdrawn . . . more alone.
"I'll be home later," Curt added.  "We can talk then."  He quickly leaned
forward and gave Brad a brief abstracted kiss on the cheek.  He patted Brad
on the back as he edged around him and turned the corner, taking the stairs
two at a time.

Curt trotted across the lot and opened his car door.  As he turned to sit
down, he could see Brad had not moved.  His head was still bowed.  'He'll
get over it,' Curt thought, slamming the car door.  'I've got my own life
to lead.  I can't be available all of the time just because he wants me
around.'  Curt started the engine, backing out of his parking place.  'I
hate it when he makes me feel like this!' he growled to himself.  'Just
because we're partners doesn't mean I have to be with him every minute!'
He accelerated into traffic, his tires screeching on the pavement.  He
ignored the drivers blowing their car horns in protest.

'Damn,' Curt continued thinking as he slowed for a traffic signal.  'He
looked awful, standing alone on the balcony like that.  You'd have thought
he had just been told someone had died.'  Curt rubbed his eyes.  He stared
unseeing into the distance, chewing on his lip.  'I could tell Jerry I have
to postpone our date so I can be with Bradley.  Jerry probably won't care.
He'll just call someone else to come over and fuck him.'  The light changed
and Curt accelerated.  Once again his wheels screeched as he rushed through
the intersection.

Yet another stoplight gave Curt another moment to think.  'Bradley looked
so lonely up there on the balcony.'  Curt continued to chew on his lip,
bowing his head and massaging the back of his neck. . . .  'Jerry's going
to be waiting for me. I can't stand him up!'  Curt drove through the
intersection and pulled into a convenience store parking lot. He stopped
the engine and leaned against the steering wheel, trying to compose his
thoughts and ignore the onset of another headache.  'Why can't I stand
Jerry up? I just left Bradley alone!'  Curt squeezed his eyes tightly shut.
"Bradley," he croaked aloud.  "What do I do?"  He leaned back, opening his
mouth and taking a deep breath.  "Bradley . . . tell me what to do," he
moaned aloud.  "If I go see Jerry, I'll only be thinking of you sitting
alone."

Curt bit his lower lip, reaching for his cell phone.  He dialed a number
and waited.  The phone rang once.  He rubbed the back of his neck,
listening to the second ring, and then a third.  "Damn!" he shouted.
"Damn, damn!"  He closed the phone, throwing it to the passenger seat in
frustration.  "Damn!" he shouted again, pounded the steering wheel once
with both fists before starting the car and pulling back into traffic.

'I really *want* to see Jerry tonight,' Curt thought to himself.  He drove
on, past familiar landmarks almost in a daze, his body taking the familiar
route seemingly of its own will.  'Jerry is so much fun.  He doesn't put
any demands on me.  He has no expectations about how I should behave.'
Curt drove in silence. 'Bradley has always been wonderful to me.  He's away
a lot . . . but he can't help that.'  He slowly pulled into the parking
lot, leaning back in the seat for a moment and took a few deep breaths
before opening the car's door.  'To Jerry I'm just another fuck buddy.  He
doesn't really care about me.'  Curt paused a moment in the darkened
parking lot, standing quietly in a splash of brightness from a nearby
streetlight.  'Bradley loves me,' he thought as if for the first time.  He
walked across the parking lot with his head bowed. 'But . . . "

'It's not too late to change your mind,' he thought as his hand touched the
doorknob to the apartment and hesitated.  He considered his options for a
moment longer and then slowly pushed the unlocked door open, stepping into
the silent, dimly lit living room.  The door clicked shut behind him.  He
flipped the lock and went to the kitchen, grabbing an already open bottle
of wine from the refrigerator and two wine glasses before heading down the
hallway to the bedroom.  The bedroom lights were off, but the streetlight
produced enough light to see by.

He stopped in the doorway to the bedroom, looking at the clothed figure
leaning against the bed's headboard, his chin resting on his knees. Neither
man moved nor spoke for long moments.

"I brought us some wine," Curt said, holding the bottle up, his warm voice
unexpectedly cracking.  He swallowed once, dismayed at the feelings that
were threatening to engulf him. "May I pour us both a glass?" The room was
quiet for a few moments as he stood, undecided how to proceed.  There was
no response. Curt lowered the glasses but remained standing.

"Thank you," the man on the bed finally said, shifting position to sit
cross-legged. He looked up at Curt, the light through the blinds casting a
pattern of alternating light and dark stripes across the bed and the person
sitting there.

"For the wine?" Curt asked, stepping into the room, unsure why his voice
was so rough.  He filled one glass with a trembling hand, then the other
before kicking off both shoes and climbing onto the bed. The two men sat in
silence for a moment, knee-to-knee, looking at each other.

"No . . . not for the wine." There was a slight pause. He could hear a
ragged breath.  There was a long pause.  Curt sat in silence, resting one
hand on the person's knee as it touched his. "Thank you . . . For coming
back."

Curt shrugged, bowing his head.  He swirled the wine in its glass, looking
into the dark liquid, unable to take a swallow or meet the steady gaze.

"Thank you, Curt."

Curt looked up with a lopsided grin.  He took the offered hand and
squeezed, reminding himself to not be rough.  "No thanks required, Bradle
. . . ." He stopped abruptly, swallowed once and then repeated himself.
"No thanks required . . . Brad."

The two men sat on the bed in silence holding hands and facing each other,
their knees touching. "Curt," Brad said without looking up, "I hope you
know how much I love you."  Brad paused a moment, gently squeezing Curt's
hand.  He looked up and met Curt's eyes.  "I have loved you since that day
when we had to wrestle each other. Remember?" he asked with a crooked grin.

Curt grinned and nodded.  He sat his wine glass down on a nightstand and
began to gently rub Brad's leg.

"When we started living together, I thought it would be forever."  Brad
swallowed, noticing the hand on his leg was motionless.  "But, something's
going on, Curt.  Something's changed what we've had.  I don't know if it's
me because I've had to be away at school so much or something with you
. . . or maybe a combination of both.  I don't know what it
is. . . . Curt," Brad paused again, waiting for his partner to look
up. "You know I found someone else's underwear in the laundry, don't you?"

Curt bowed his head and nodded, taking Brad's hand in both of his.

"Why are you seeing someone else?" Brad asked, surprised he seemed so calm.

"I."  Curt hesitated a moment.  "I honestly don't know."  Curt's voice
caught, and he stopped to compose himself.  "Brad, I *do* love you.  It may
not seem like it at times . . . but I do.  You're still the same wonderful
person I met and fell for in high school.  You've not done anything to hurt
our relationship."  Curt sighed, releasing a gust of breath.  "It's me.
I've changed somehow.  It's . . . It's like I can't help myself.  I get
angry with myself . . . sometimes.  Other times I'm just angry.  I feel
like I'm at the mercy of something I can't control.  I don't even know what
that something is. . . . It's as if I'm playing a game of some sort, only
I'm not the one in charge."

"Curt," Brad said into a moment of silence but was prevented from saying
more when Curt continued speaking.

"I guess that's why I get rough with you sometimes.  I'm angry about
something." Curt released Brad's hand and stretched out on his back,
sighing and knuckling his eyes in frustration. "Brad, you're so damned
perfect!" He paused a long moment and then murmured, "I'm not."  He turned
his head to the side to look at Brad who sat watching him with an impassive
expression.

"What do we do now?" Curt asked, once again taking Brad's hand.

----------

"Hey, handsome."

"Hi, Andrew," Larry said, excited to hear Andrew's voice.  He'd been
fantasizing about Andrew's visit to his office ever since they parted
earlier in the day.  "I've been thinking about you all afternoon.  You
know, it's damned difficult to represent my clients well when I'm thinking
about you lying on top of me." Andrew laughed, a sensuous sound even over
the telephone.

"That's what I'm calling about."  Andrew chuckled.  "I've been thinking
about you too, and I'd really like to lay on top of you again today, only
this time both of us will be naked."  Larry's breathing quickened.  "I want
to hold you tight and feel your erection pressed against mine while we
kiss. . . . Would you like that, handsome?"

"Ohhhh, Andrew," Larry exhaled and tried to laugh at the same time. "You
have no idea how much I would like that.  I've fantasized about being with
you so much."

"Oh?" Andrew asked.

"Yeah.  This evening's fantasy had you sucking me until I'm just about
ready to shoot.  Then I'd stand in front of you and place the head of my
cock on your tongue and watch my sperm shoot into your open mouth."  He
laughed again, this time nervously.  "I've even fantasized about the sound
you make when you swallow my load."

"Hold that thought," Andrew said hurriedly.  "I'm heading out the door
right now.  In fact, I've just gotten into my car."  Larry heard the car
door slam and the engine start.  "I'll be over there in a couple minutes.
I expect a warm welcome!" The line went dead.  Larry absently sat his phone
down and shivered in anticipation.  He sprawled in his favorite chair, his
legs stretched out in front of him for a few minutes savoring the thoughts
of what was to come, then stood and walked to the large windows looking out
onto the street.  He turned off the living room lights and began to pace
back and forth in front of the window.  He stopped once when he thought he
saw movement in front of Jeff and Phalen's house next door.  The house
lights illuminated the palm in Jeff's courtyard, so he assumed the guys
were home.  'It's probably just someone walking down the street,' Larry
thought, resuming his pacing.

At last Andrew pulled into Larry's driveway.  He got out of the car and
stood for a moment, looking toward Jeff's house, one hand still on the open
door of the car.  After standing in that position for a few moments, he
closed the car door and rushed toward the porch where Larry was waiting.

Larry smiled, watching Andrew approach the house.  He was barefoot, wearing
his red running shorts and tight t-shirt, and was walking as if he wasn't
accustomed to being outdoors barefoot.

Larry smiled in welcome.  "Hey, handsome," Andrew murmured leaning into
Larry's embrace.  "I haven't been able to get you out of my mind."  As they
kissed, Larry inhaled the spicy scent he had come to associate with being
near Andrew.  The smell alone was enough to give him an erection.

"Ummm," Larry hummed when their lips parted.  "You are intoxicating,
Mr. Johnston.  Did you know that?  The feel of your tongue on my lips, your
taste, your smell when we're close like this.  I've never experienced
anything like it before." Larry looked into Andrew's eyes in the dim light.
He tentatively smiled before their lips once again touched, gently brushing
against each other's.  Larry groaned, a sound deep in his throat, opening
his mouth to Andrew's tongue.

"Oh man, that kiss was as good as the first time," he sighed, resting his
head on Andrew's shoulder while they held each other in a tight embrace.

"You think we should go inside and close the door?" Andrew chuckled,
brushing both hands over Larry's butt, feeling the muscles tense through
the fabric of his shorts.  "Unless you are on good terms with your
neighbors, of course."  He leaned forward and kissed the tip of Larry's
nose.

"I guess.  You said you wanted a warm welcome.  Was that warm enough?"
Larry smiled, stepping aside for Andrew to enter the house and then closing
the door.  He held Andrew's hand and led him through the living room.

"Did you happen to notice those guys hanging around outside in front of
your next door neighbors?"  Andrew asked as they walked down the hall.
"They didn't look like they belonged in this neighborhood, and they were
really watching me as I got out of the car.  You probably saw me stand and
watch to see what they were up to."  Andrew looked around the large
brightly lit bedroom Larry had led him to.  Larry and Andrew turned to face
each other.  "I guess I made them nervous when I stared back," Andrew
continued.  "They spoke to each other then turned and headed down the
street."

"Yeah, I noticed someone outside before you arrived.  I figured they were
just a couple people out for a walk.  They're gone now?"  Andrew nodded.
Larry grinned and stepped closer to Andrew reaching out and running a palm
over his chest.  He paused a moment to gently pinch one of Andrew's firm
nipples.  "Since you called, I've been thinking more about *you* than about
anyone outside," he murmured, reaching up to work the other nipple.

Andrew opened his eyes and took hold of Larry's shoulders, turning him
around.  "The bed, handsome."  Larry smiled, laying back and stretching
both arms out to his sides, tilting his head to watch the man at the foot
of the bed.

"Here I am.  Lay on top of me, Andrew.  I want to taste some more of your
tongue."  Andrew smiled and leaned closer, placing his hand on the mound of
Larry's crotch, squeezing and massaging the erection.  He enjoyed how Larry
closed his eyes and began taking shallow breaths, making low mewling
sounds.

Suddenly Larry opened his eyes, squinting at the bright light.  "The
lights," he muttered.  "Got to turn the lights off . . . they're too
bright."  Andrew reached out to turn on a bedside lamp then walked over to
the wall and turned off the room lights.  He turned back to Larry, who was
now standing at the foot of the bed with his back to Andrew, attempting to
strip.  He seemed to be trembling and was having a difficult time.

"I've always hated these shorts," he muttered under his breath, struggling
with the buttons.  Andrew grinned and promptly stripped to the skin.  He
stood quietly for a moment absently running his fingers along the underside
of his stiff penis, watching the muscles of Larry's broad back flex.  At
last the buttons relented and Larry dropped his shorts and pushed his
briefs down.  In an instant Andrew took in Larry's black hair, his broad
deeply tanned shoulders that tapered to a narrow waist, his white perfectly
smooth butt highlighted by crisp tan lines and his long tanned legs, and
sighed in pleasure at the sight.

Larry turned his head with a questioning look as if he had misplaced
something important, and gasped when he saw Andrew with a full erection.

"Holy fucking shit, Andrew!  Some horse is missing its dick!"  He
half-laughed.  "What did you do with yours?" Andrew smiled and walked to
the end of the bed, instructing Larry to sit with a firm pressure on his
shoulders.  Larry slowly sat on the edge of the bed with Andrew's pulsing
penis no more than inches from his face.  "Wow, Andrew," he muttered in
awe.  "I've never, ever seen anything so beautiful."  He reached up a
tentative hand to touch it, tilting his head back, looking up at Andrew.
Andrew grinned and Larry gently touched the firm skin.  He slowly moved his
hand from the base, nestled in its bed of dense pubic hair, over the thick
shaft to the flared head.  He rubbed a thumb over the end, spreading a bead
of precum.  Andrew watched as Larry removed his hand, staring at the
slickly wet thumb for a moment.  He slowly extended his tongue and licked
over his thumb, once.  Larry inhaled deeply slowly sighing in pleasure
before once again looking up at Andrew and smiling broadly, the corners of
his blue eyes crinkling.  "I think I'm going to love sperm as much as I
love kissing," he chuckled.  "I fear you're going to have a sex-crazed
person on your hands before long."

"That's what I'm hoping, handsome." Larry laid back and Andrew climbed onto
the bed, kneeling astride Larry's legs, resting back against his own heels.
"I don't recall if I've told you I think you are one of the sexiest men
I've ever seen," Andrew murmured, looking into Larry's blue eyes.  The
corners of Larry's lips twitched upward, his eyes sparkling.  "Um hum,"
Andrew cooed.  He leaned down to lightly run an open palm over Larry's flat
stomach.  "Love the tan line," he murmured as he ran his fingers through
Larry's black pubes and gently grasped his penis.  Larry arched his back
and groaned at the touch.  "You like that?" Andrew asked.

"Ohhhh yess," Larry's voice shuddered.  "I do indeed."

"I'm glad," Andrew smiled.  "You've tasted me, now it's my turn to taste
you."  He leaned over, still holding Larry's penis, engulfing the head with
his lips.  Larry groaned louder, gripping the bedspread with his
outstretched hands.  Andrew ran his tongue slowly over the head of Larry's
cock, pausing to savor the taste of the precum and the feel of Larry's
thick penis in his mouth.

"Shiiiit," Larry hissed.  "I'm so sexed-up that it's not going to take much
more of *that* for me to shoot."  Andrew paused releasing Larry's cock and
crawling up to lay his full body on top of Larry's.  Both men groaned at
the sensation.  Andrew nuzzled Larry's neck, nipping at his ear.  Larry
rubbed his open palms over Andrew's back and down to his butt.

"Don't get so worked up you shoot," Andrew murmured directly into Larry's
ear.  He momentarily stopped speaking, luxuriating in the feel of Larry's
strong hands kneading his ass.  "I want to watch you masturbate so I can
*see* you shoot your thick load of sperm all over your chest and stomach.
Once you've cum, I want to lick it all off."  Larry groaned again, gripping
Andrew's ass cheeks harder, feeling Andrew's cock pressed against his.

"Don't worry, Larry," Andrew murmured after a lengthy kiss.  "You'll get to
taste my sperm tonight as well."  Larry opened his eyes, his neck and mouth
still wet from Andrew's attention.  "I want to see your face as you watch
*me* masturbate."  Andrew grinned, watching Larry try to control his
breathing.  "I'm the first man you'll watch masturbate, aren't I?"

"Uh huh." Larry's voice squeaked upward.

"Gooood," Andrew cooed, his breath warm against Larry's neck.  Larry looked
into Andrew's eyes, pleading.

"You're torturing me here, Andrew."  He moaned before he was once again
lost in a kiss that left him breathless.  Andrew chuckled low in his
throat.

"I know I'm torturing you." He thrust himself against Larry, feeling the
slickness of Larry's penis against his.  "Do you know what else I'd like to
do?" Andrew nipped at Larry's ear lobe, feeling Larry shake his head.  "I
want to feel your muscular smooth white butt, Larry." Larry groaned,
beginning to writhe under Andrew's weight, his eyes closed, his mind
imagining fulfilling Andrew's wishes.  He looked at Andrew, his eyes
pleading for release.

"Ooooh." Andrew groaned as Larry found one of his nipples and began toying
with it.

"I don't only want to feel your butt, Larry." Andrew leaned closer and
whispered into Larry's ear.  "I want your asshole too." Larry groaned
louder, pulling Andrew to him for a frenzied kiss.  He lightly licked the
outside of Larry's ear, continuing to murmur.  "Guy's assholes really turn
me on, Larry. . . . Have you ever played with your butt hole?"

"Nooooo," Larry shivered.  "Can I?"  He shuddered again as Andrew licked
over his neck.  "Can I see yours too?"

"Oh yes, handsome.  I guarantee it."  Andrew shifted position, kneeling
beside Larry, sucking on his nipples.  With the first touch of Andrew's
tongue, Larry jumped.  He grabbed Andrew's head and pulled it closer to his
chest, running his fingers through his hair.

"I want to taste your sperm, Andrew," Larry whimpered.  "I've had dreams of
running a finger through a puddle of your cum, scooping some up and then
licking my fingers."  Another groan escaped his lips as Andrew tweaked one
of his nipples with his teeth.

Andrew chuckled.  "You can do more than lick my cum off your finger, you
sexy man.  You can lick it off my body.  You can suck it right from the
source if you want to.  Do you think you'd like the feeling of my cock as
it pulses, filling your mouth with my sperm?"  Larry closed his eyes
tightly.  He was now moaning almost constantly.  "Do you think you can
swallow fast enough Larry, or do you think some escape your mouth and run
down your chin?"

"Shiiiit.  I'm trying not to cum," Larry groaned, biting his lower lip and
concentrating.  "The thought of even *seeing* you shoot is enough, but to
imagine running my tongue over your skin, sucking some up . . . or having
you cum in my mouth.  Damn, it's too much."  His body shuddered.  "Shiiit.
I'm trying. . . . not to. . . . Don't touch me Andrew or I'll shoot." Larry
warned, opening his eyes wide in warning. He began taking deep breaths,
rocking his head from side to side, squeezing his eyes tightly shut.

"How do you normally stop yourself from cumming?" Andrew chuckled, sitting
back on his heels.

"Uh? . . . I don't.  I never have," Larry groaned in frustration.  "Why
would I want to?  I love masturbation.  I've got a very vivid imagination,
and you've got it running on overdrive at the moment."

Andrew leaned forward, kissing Larry, resuming his hypnotic murmuring
directly into Larry's ear.  "I have a very vivid imagination too,
handsome." Andrew sharply inhaled as Larry reached out to fondle his balls,
lightly running his fingers over Larry's dick.  It was Andrew's turn to
groan in pleasure when Larry's fingers found his perineum, slowly rubbing
back and forth over his hole.  He could feel Larry pause to study his anus
as it pulsed to the same rhythm as his cock.

"You like my hole?" Andrew cooed next to Larry's ear.

Larry moaned, barely nodding his head.

"Whenever you shoot tonight, make sure some cum runs between your legs and
over your asshole.  You'll love having me lick it off . . . I promise you."

"Fuck, Andrew.  You're *torturing* me!  This is psychological torture."
Larry grabbed Andrew, pulling him back on top of him.  "You probably had a
whole class in psycho sexual torture when you were in college. . . . I'm
about ready to fucking burst."

"Are you really ready to cum, handsome?" Andrew murmured.  "Are you ready
for me to suck you?"

"No!"  Larry's eyes flashed.  "If you want to see me shoot, you can't suck
me.  Not this time.  I'm about there as it is."  Larry whimpered, once
again gripping the bedspread in his outstretched hands.

"I'm about there myself," Andrew murmured, rolling off of Larry and into a
kneeling position, his knees far apart, studying the man in front of him.
Both men were covered in a sheen of sweat, working themselves slowly,
trying to draw out the pleasure.  While each masturbated himself, Larry
reached between Andrew's spread legs and ran his index finger back and
forth over Andrew's hole.  This time it was Andrew's turn to hiss in
pleasure.  He began moving his hand faster, reaching for one of his own
nipples and tweaking it between two fingers.

"Watch me, Larry.  Watch me shoot . . . a . . . load . . . just for
. . . you."  With the last word, Andrew's body tensed and the first jet of
sperm splashed across Larry's stomach.  At the same instant Andrew's cock
erupted, Larry began shooting his own load, his first shot leaving a thick
white trail across his chest back to its source.  Another stream and
another soon joined it as both men emptied themselves onto Larry's chest
and stomach.

Both men were quiet for a few moments as they recovered and their breathing
slowed.  Larry looked up and saw Andrew studying his hand with the hint of
a pleased grin on his lips.

"Give me your hand.  Let me suck your fingers clean," Larry asked, reaching
for Andrew's hand.  Andrew's grin became a mischievous smile and he ran his
fingers over Larry's chest and stomach, coating his fingers with the
combined loads.  Larry's lust seemed to reignite as he took the proffered
hand and slowly licked across the palm once, before sucking on each finger,
moaning all the while.  "Oh yes," he said, licking his lips.  "This is much
better than fantasies."  He grinned as he finished with the last finger.
"*They* were never accompanied by taste."  He lay back, sighing.  "Oh what
I have been missing.  . . . Phalen told me how good sex with a man is but I
had to experience it for myself to understand." He sighed in pleasure.

"Phalen?" Andrew asked, losing his smile, turning to watch Larry closely.

"Ummm humm," Larry murmured, closing his eyes.  "My son."  He noticed
Andrew's silence and opened his eyes to look at him.  Andrew was staring
into the distance but soon looked down at Larry and grinned.

"Now I want to taste what *I've* been missing.  He leaned over and ran his
tongue over Larry's chest, lapping and slurping at the combined loads until
there was nothing left.  He looked at Larry and winked, smacking his lips
in appreciation causing both men to laugh.

"Thank you, Andrew," Larry said, reaching up to run a hand over Andrew's
cheek.  "This has been a wonderful gift.  I would never have dreamt that
anything could be this incredible."

"Even the psycho sexual torture?" Andrew asked, chuckling and shifting into
a cross-legged position next to Larry, noticing how Larry's penis still
oozed cum.  He leaned forward and licked across the head once.

"C'mere, let me taste your tongue," Larry smiled, pulling Andrew toward
him.  "I want to learn what *I* taste like."


~ To be continued ~


Thank you to everyone who has taken the time to read and comment on this
story.  I've been overwhelmed at the response to 'Phalen,' and love to hear
from each of you.

If you would like me to send you a pic of the guys that inspired the main
characters in this story, email me.

Sisu (SEE-sue)
Mine rakastan sinua (I love you)
Mite(what)
Anteeksi (I'm sorry)

A special thanks to Larry S.  for his assistance with the Finnish language,
and for being a good friend.  Thanks also to Evan Bradley for his
continuing encouragement, and for helping me make 'Phalen' a better story,
and lastly to Gwynne Yee, for her daily doses of humor, and insight into
the behavior of the characters.

A number of readers have written asking for the correct pronunciation of
the character's names.  They are:

Phalen (FAY-lin)
Kerin (KEAR-in)
Thian (THE as in Theater  (THE-in)


Thanks for reading.

Roy
roynm@mac.com