Date: Thu, 26 Jun 2003 01:05:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: Michael Garrison <mng1114@yahoo.com>
Subject: Two Lives - Two Loves: Chapter 3

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Two Lives - Two Loves


Chapter 3


We raced upstairs.

"Your room or mine?" Jon asked.

"Yours," I replied.

Jon started to close the door behind me after I entered his
room.

"Who are you closing the door for?" I asked.  "We're the
only ones here...except for maybe the ghosts," I said,
winking.

"Oh yeah, right," Jon laughed but with a bit of self-
consciousness, "They'll have to get their own."

I pulled back the sheets on his double bed and folded them
neatly at the foot.  Finishing, I felt his hands on my hips
and I turned to meet his waiting mouth again.  The passion
coming from him was almost tangible and I could feel his
growing excitement as our tongues played.  All the tension
I'd been feeling in him for weeks now was totally gone,
replaced by the happily expectant feeling of a child on
Christmas Eve.  Finally, I thought it was time and I
whispered in his ear, "Let's get undressed, but leave your
underwear on and lie face down on the bed."

"Why am I leaving my underwear on?"

"'Cuz I want to unwrap you myself," I replied with a smile
and a wink.

"You're so twisted," he laughed.

It only took us a few seconds to strip off the few articles
of clothing we had on.  The fading light was just enough for
us to see and appreciate each other's builds.  For a few
moments, we just stood next to the bed, staring into each
other as our hands moved slowly over each others pecs and
abs in the way that one would caress a finely made piece of
furniture.

"Face down," I reminded him, smiling and nodding in the
direction of his bed.

Jon did as instructed and laid down, resting his head on his
crossed arms.  I was struck by the sensual way that the dim
light so subtly and finely accentuated his gorgeous
physique, particularly his tight ass, encased in the
skimpiest and sheerest of fabric.  I could only think that
he must get his underwear from International Male or
something, 'cuz I guarantee those little things didn't come
from Macy's.

"What now?" he asked.

"For now, you just relax," I told him as I climbed into bed.
The antique frame creaked as I straddled his waist with my
knees and gently but firmly grabbed a handful of the traps
on either side of his neck and began massaging.  I hoped
this bed would hold up.

"Oooooooooohhh, God, that feels good," Jon moaned as I began
to work my thumbs into the base of his head, slowly working
down his neck.

"Is that too much?" I asked softly.

"No, that feels great!" he quickly shot back.

I worked my palms firmly around his upper back creating
soothing warmth, slowly working my thumbs around his scapula
and down his spine.  I heard a faint pop as one of his
vertebrae popped back into alignment.

"Sweeeet," came his hissed response.

Jon's eyes were closed and he was enjoying every bit of this
as I worked downward over every inch of his broad back,
finally finding myself at the branching of the sciatic
nerves in each of his gluts.  Those nerves were deep, and I
pressed firmly into his hard ass with my thumbs, massaging
them in a circular motion.

"Awwwwwwww, damn," he moaned.  I stopped for a second.

"Too hard?" I asked.

"NO, keep going. It feels great.  It's just I've never had
anyone work me this way before."

"If you're a good boy, it won't be the last time, either," I
assured him.  He only moaned in acceptance.

I don't think Jon had ever had a real massage in his life.
His body was tight, as you'd expect with an athlete, but it
felt very knotted up, like you'd find in people under a lot
of stress.  He really liked the deep tissue work I did with
my thumbs as I moved down his hamstrings to his calves.  He
loved the feel of having his calves worked.  As I did each
one, he sighed and kind of burrowed his upper body into the
pillows.

"Feel good?"  I asked, knowing the response I'd get.

"Mmmmmmmmm," was his only reply, and I could not help from
grinning broadly.

"Don't fall asleep," I cautioned, "we're just starting."

I heard Jon make deep, satisfied sighs as I dug my thumbs
into the soles of his feet.  This was my favorite part, too,
when I got a massage.  It always seemed to put me into a
trance.  I spent a little extra time on his feet to make
sure that he was as relaxed as he could possibly be.
Finally, I slowly ran my hands up and down the entire length
of his body as the finishing touch.

"Okay, Jon, roll over," I whispered in my best bedroom
voice.  "Time to work on your front," I told him with a wry
smile.

He rolled over and, in the last few seconds of the fading
sunlight, dimly revealed his sculpted form.  His hair
already had that bedroom tousle to it, a blond lock fallen
over his eyes.  For a brief moment we ran our eyes over one
another and I could tell that Jon was pleased with what he
saw, I certainly was.  Starting at his thighs, staring into
his eyes and smiling, I slowly ran my hands up the length of
his body and gently massaged his pecs.  I glanced down to
see the growing expansion in his briefs and I looked at him
with a mischievous grin and a raised eyebrow: "So what's up
with you?" I quipped, unable to suppress a slight laugh.
Jon laughed in return and began to stroke my forearms with
his palms, his eyes never leaving mine.  After a few more
moments, my hands glided leisurely back down over his abs.
Jon lifted his butt a little as my fingertips took hold of
his briefs, slowly peeling them away and tossing them over
my shoulder after they were free of his ankles.  He was
gorgeous.  A full, cut seven inches, I estimated.  I
couldn't keep my hand from gliding over it and Jon twitched
slightly at my touch.  Gently, I eased down to lie next to
him.

"Aren't you taking your briefs off?" he asked.

"No.  Tonight's just for you.  We'll worry about me later,"
I whispered to him as I caressed his face.  Our mouths met
again for a deep, long kiss as the last of the light gently
succumbed to the night.  My mouth moved down over his throat
and neck, my tongue running lightly over him.  Jon sucked in
air through clenched teeth as I bit lightly into the base of
his neck.  I let my tongue slowly find its way over the
expanse of his mounded pecs.  I gently snaked my arm around
his waist as my tongue found one of his nipples.  Firm.
Erect.  I flicked at it lightly, circled it very slowly, and
then let my mouth take it in to the moaned approval of my
new lover.  I felt Jon's hand on the back of my head,
running his fingers through my hair and rubbing my scalp
appreciatively.

"Damn," he whispered as I attended his other nipple, my free
hand kneading his buttocks, his free hand massaging my back.

"Feel good?" I murmured.

"Oh, yeah," he replied almost breathlessly.

My tongue glided down, my mouth alternately kissing and
licking at his chiseled abs, until finally, without touching
it, knowing he would not be expecting it at just that
moment, I took him into my mouth and swallowed him as a boa
would swallow its prey.

"Oh, my God," Jon hissed.  His entire body jerked
involuntarily as I took him in.  "Oh, yeah," he sighed as I
saw him fall back into the cool sheets out of the corner of
my eye.

I moved my lips back and forth over his length, paying extra
attention to his head with my tongue.  I let my free hand
roam over the inside of his thigh, then upwards where my
fingers gently flickered over his full sac and massaged the
sensitive skin beneath it.  Jon's heavy nose breathing and
his occasional gasp signaled his approval and enjoyment and,
as odd as it sounds, I was extremely happy that he was
happy.

Finally, I knew it was time.  Jon's breathing was becoming
faster, he was starting to pulse in time with my mouth,
until, at last, I felt his entire body lock and start to
arch upwards.  I held him tightly and swallowed his length
one last time.  His mouth opened in a scream that didn't
come until he erupted into the back of my throat and his
grunt was like the loud explosion of a dam bursting.  I held
him tighter as I swallowed him, his salty essence pulsing
into my throat, each pulse accompanied by a grunt of the
purest satisfaction.

Moments later he was spent, drenched in sweat.  Both of us
were.  I pulled myself up, sliding across his damp body and
felt his arms wrap around my chest.  His eager mouth met
mine firmly and I felt his tongue probing mine and tasting
some of himself. We ran our hands ecstatically over each
other's backs and he wrapped his legs around my waist.

I pulled away only enough to ask, "So how'd you like your
first time?"

"Fan fucking tastic," he whispered back and our mouths
returned to our fevered kissing.

This felt so good being wrapped together with Jon, almost
feeling as though we were one person.  All the tension was
gone from him.  He was totally at ease and I was ecstatic
that he'd chosen me to open up to, to share his love with,
to share himself with.  Years of apparent frustration were
being expunged and we were at peace with one another then as
no mere friends could possibly be.

Jon pulled away from my mouth, whispering, "I want to feel
you in me," as he looked, childlike, into my eyes.

I knew he could feel my throbbing erection against his body
and I wanted to grant his wish badly, but he needed me this
way for now more than I needed him.  "Later, love.advanced
class'll be tomorrow night," I said.  "Tonight's all you and
you'll be ready again in a few minutes," I said as I pressed
against his mouth and ran my hand along his side and back as
his legs tightened around my waist.

                         *  *  *  *

The light of a clear Saturday morning started peeking in
through the windows of our bedroom.  Slowly, groggily, I
began to awaken and felt Jon stilled curled around me in a
half fetal position, still sound asleep, breathing heavily.
I gently stroked the side of his face, smiling, thinking
about our first time together.  Even asleep, I sensed
nothing but peace coming from him.  All of his former
anxiety was gone, discarded in a pile at the door he'd just
passed through.  I was happy to have helped him through that
door before he might have slammed it into his own face.  Now
look at him; he was almost glowing.

As stealthily as I could, I unraveled myself from him and
went in to use the facilities. Finishing, I came back in and
sat down on the bed next to him.

"Jon," I whispered, jostling his shoulder lightly with my
hand.  No reaction.  "Oh, sleepyhead?" I said a little
louder, grinning.  No response except for the continued deep
breathing.  Talk about sleeping like a log, I thought to
myself.  "Oh, well," I thought, "I might as well get a
shower.  Maybe he'll be up by then."

I went back to my own bathroom and grabbed a quick shower
and ran a razor over my light stubble.  As I was splashing
on some aftershave, I sensed a change in the atmosphere,
like the kind I feel when I know someone has entered a room
even though I hadn't heard anyone.

"Good morning, luv," I called out, thinking Jon had come to
see where I'd gotten to.  I turned to go out and meet him,
"You ready for some breakf...," I started to say, stopping in
mid-sentence when I saw no one was there.

"Hmm...weird," I thought to myself,  "Imagination."  I
hesitated a moment to see if I got any other vibes but got
nothing, so I got dressed and went to see if Jon was awake
yet.

"Mornin' sleepyhead," I said, leaning against the door, when
I saw him sitting on the edge of the bed, yawning and
scratching the back of his head.

"Morning," he said through a heavy yawn.

"So how're you feeling?" I asked as I went over to sit with
him.

"I feel excellent.  Thank you for that," he said, leaning in
for a kiss.

"My pleasure," I replied.  "Tonight'll be even better," I
said as our mouths met sensuously, deeply.  Jon dragged me
down on the bed with him, our legs dangling over the side,
as we kissed for what seemed like hours.  His morning
erection pressed against my thigh, inciting mine to follow
suit.  I wanted to do him right then but I wasn't prepared.
We needed to stop at a drugstore sometime today.

"Luv," I started, "If you don't get a shower right now,
we'll never get out of this room," I said with a broad grin.

"Somethin' wrong with that?" he asked, grinning back.

"GO," I said sternly, slapping him on the ass.  "I'm
starving.  Let's go get something to eat," I called after
him as he disappeared into his bathroom.  "And do something
about that morning breath!"

"Yeah, yeah..."

He didn't take long to get ready, which I was thankful for
'cuz I was really hungry and wanted to get going.  As he was
dressing, Jon fished into his suitcase and threw something
at me as I sat leafing through some coffee table book that
was sitting around.

"Put that on," he said.  "I want you to have it."

I smiled as I unfurled it and saw that it was his football
jersey.  Blue and white with his name and number, 25, summer
mesh just open enough for ventilation on hot days and for
tantalizing views of the body wearing it.  I grinned broadly
as I stripped my own shirt off and put his on, tucking it in
at the waist.  I stood next to him in the mirror, admiring
it and admiring his unclad pecs.

"Thanks, Jon, I don't know what to say," I said as I slowly
ran my hands over it.  I knew right then our relationship
was cemented.  We were lovers.

"You look good in it," he said, giving me an approving
smile.

I retrieved my Polo and handed it to him, "It's not as cool
as a jersey, but I want you to wear me today," I said.

"Thanks, man...love to," he said as he pulled it on.  Despite
our different heights, it fit him surprisingly well and I
loved the way his nipples telegraphed through so nicely.  We
embraced, kissing deeply, thankful for our respective gifts.

"Oh, thank God...you taste so much better after you've
brushed," I joked.

"Asshole," he replied, "Let's go eat.  I'm starved, too!"


                         *  *  *  *

Despite the fact that he'd spent time out here with his
uncle, Jon knew surprisingly little about the area so we
explored together.  He kind of knew where the mall was so we
headed in that direction.  Fortunately it wasn't long before
we found it, one of those big suburban deals, with an IHOP
across the street from it.  We pulled in there.

We wasted little time in ordering and drank about a gallon
of coffee before wolfing down a ton of pancakes and
sausages.  We ate so fast, in fact, that our stomachs barely
had time to let our brains know we were full.

"God, I feel bloated," Jon said, leaning back in the booth
with a grunt.

"Don't worry," I told him, "We're gonna burn that off
later," I added with a lilt of my eyebrows.  "Looks like the
mall'll be open in a few minutes.  We need to get some
stuff."

"'kay," he replied, "I wanna do a little shopping myself."

I checked my watch.  10:05.  "Let's hit it," I said.  "The
stores should be open now."  We paid the check and eased
ourselves into the car.  Breakfast was sitting heavy.

"Gawd," I burped, "I don't think we'll need to worry about
lunch."

"No kidding...I think those pancakes had lead in 'em."

A few minutes later we were studying the mall directory.
Jon seemed to find something that he was looking for and
said, "Brad, why don't you go find what you're looking for
and I'll meet you at the Food Court in, say, a half hour or
so?  I need to find something personal," he said.

I looked at him at little quizzically, "No problem, I'll see
you there."

"Cool," he said as he started off, then turning back, "Oh,
by the way, what's your waist size?"

"Jon, what are you gonna buy?" I asked, apprehensively
puzzled.

"You'll see," he bubbled.

"What?" I half growled.

He shook his head, "It's a surprise."

"32," I answered and watched him sprint off.

I shook my head in amused anticipation of what he was going
to come back with.  I set off down the opposite way from Jon
and found what I was looking for, a pharmacy.  After
searching around, I found the condoms and tossed four of
their larger packs into my basket along with a tube of lube.
The mildly surly looking girl snapping gum behind the
cashier's counter looked at the single-minded nature of my
selections.

"You figure these'll be enough," she remarked.

My first thought was that it was none of her fucking
business and was getting ready to tell her so.  Catching
myself and thinking the better of it though, I just told
her, "Yeah, these oughta just about last the weekend."  I
smiled and stared, unblinking, at her as she quickly but
overtly checked me out.  "Yeah, right, hon...not even," I
thought.  With a final snap of her gum, she bagged it all up
and handed it to me as I gave her the money.  I thanked her,
turned and walked out, not looking back, even though I could
feel her eyes burning a hole in my denim.  "Dream on,
bitch," I thought.

I glanced my watch. I still had 15 minutes before meeting
Jon so I just meandered around and did some window-shopping
until I happened on a Brookstone's.  They always had cool
little gadgets so I went in to poke around.  They had some
odd little device, about the size of a Frisbee, wandering
around the store.  It would bump into things and then
backtrack, starting off in a new direction.  The salesman
saw me watching it, trying to figure out what it was doing.

"It's a vacuum cleaner," he said.

"No way," I replied, a little surprised.

He nodded back, "You just turn it on and let it go for a few
hours," he said.  "It remembers where it's been. Anything in
particular I can help you with?"

"No...oh, wait," I said, snapping my fingers, "Do you still
have those little keychain lights?"

"We do," he said, leading me to a rack in the back of the
store.  "We just got these in a few weeks ago; they're
brighter than the original ones," he said, handing me one.

Like an idiot I shined it towards my eye and half blinded
myself.  "Wow, you weren't kidding," I said.  I picked
another one off the rack, "I'll take two."

"Anything else I can help you with?" he asked.

"No, I think I've done enough damage to myself for one
morning," I said.

As he walked around the counter, I couldn't help but admire
the nice ass that was hidden in those charcoal trousers he
had on.  Nice looking guy, I thought.  My age, maybe a
little older.looked like he worked out.  He felt like a
friend.  The vibes I was getting were definitely warm and I
saw his eyes dart over me as I signed the credit card slip
when he didn't think I was looking.  I thought I'd try
something.

"Say, I'm kinda new to the area; where's a good place to
work out around here?" I asked as innocently as possible.

"I work out at the Gold's on the other side of the mall by
the theaters," he said.  "They run a pretty nice place."  He
knew why I was asking.  I saw the faint smile.

"Bingo," I thought.  A gym body.  I thanked him and we shook
hands.

"Thanks for coming in," he said.

"Thanks for your help; I'll go check out that Gold's," I
replied.

"Maybe I'll see you there," he called as I walked out of the
store, waving to him.

"Maybe so," I thought.  I'd have to remember this one.  I
was going to be a little late for meeting Jon but he wasn't
a real stickler for promptness.  Besides, I figured he'd
understand if I ran into a nice little piece of eye candy.

The Food Court was mostly deserted when I got there and I
found Jon kicking back, sucking on a huge drink.

"How can you sit there drinking that thing after all we just
ate?" I asked, mildly amazed.

"I dunno," came his casual reply, "I was thirsty; what can I
say?"

I shook my head.  We burned off our share of calories but
Jon had me beat.  I couldn't begin to fathom where he put it
all.  I noticed a nondescript plastic bag sitting next to
his crossed legs.  "Whatcha got there?" I asked chirpily.

"Not tellin'," he grinned.

"Not even a hint?"

"You'll see...later.  I think you'll like it, though," he said
with a vaguely mysterious smile.  "What's in yours?" he
asked.

"Stuff," I said, grinning.  Two could play at this game.

"'kay...fine."

"Well, this conversation's going nowhere fast," I said in
mock frustration.  "Let's check out the rest of this place."

We spent an hour or so doing the living-dead walkthrough of
the place, just kind of meandering hear and there.  It felt
so great just walking around with him, not going anywhere in
particular; just being together was enough.  I noted where
the Gold's was and mentioned to Jon that we might want to
think about joining.  Give us something to do when we
weren't studying or otherwise, shall we say, occupied.  He
liked the idea but wanted to think about it.  He liked
working out at the gym at school and wasn't keen on spending
a lot of money on a second gym that he might only get
marginal use out of.  He was right about that.  I'd been
planning on doing my laps on days when I had class, going in
early to hit the pool before people got there.  I guess I'd
have to see Brookstone Guy at the store instead of the gym.
It might be interesting to see if he wanted to get together
with Jon and me some time.  You never could tell where
things might lead.

We stopped at the local Blockbusters on the way home to see
what they had available.  The pickings were a little on the
slim side, we'd seen most of the new releases.  After a lot
of back and forth, we finally settled on a couple of the not-
so-new releases and headed out.  The day couldn't have been
any prettier and Jon had his sunroof and all the windows
open on his uncle's Land Rover.  Life was just fine.
Finally, we got back to the peace and quiet of the house.
As we were going up the long drive, I noticed a balcony on
the second floor adjacent to the corner turret that formed
part of the entry roof.  I pointed up at it.

"What room is that?" I asked.  "I don't remember a balcony."

"That's my uncle's room," Jon replied.  "He likes to greet
arriving guests from there when he's feeling theatrical," he
laughed, "...which is most of the time."

Then the thought crossed my mind: "Hmm, that sounds like the
perfect place, I said.

"For what?"

I pulled one of the boxes of condoms from the bag and
waggled it in the air for him to see.  "Why, so that you may
complete your journey to the dark side, young one," I said
in my best Vampire LeStat imitation.

With his teeth beaming brightly, Jon reminded me, "You
really are twisted, you know?"

                         *  *  *  *

(To Be Continued)