Date: Tue, 24 Feb 2009 20:14:21 -0500 (EST)
From: Bill Romero <wjromero@peoplepc.com>
Subject: Chapter 3 of An Epiphany

AN EPIPHANY, Chapter 3
BY WILLIEJESS

Almost every day I discover something new about my faith in God, which I
sometimes refer to as being married to God.  The thought came to me that
God wants me to experience the joy of sex in the setting of a life-long
commitment to a monogamous partner.  Let me explain further by stating that
it was the start of a new day, and as I was waking up with a cock the size
of a beer-can, (I know it's an exaggeration, but it seemed so being only
half awake), and I couldn't hold out any more, the result of not
masturbating for several days.  I just had to stroke myself, and quickly
too.  Automatically I started lifting and spreading my legs, bringing them
up to my chest which helped expose my hole to my searching finger.  I
wanted desperately to be fucked, and so settled in for finger fucking
myself. A note I must point out, namely, that I am still a virgin as
regards to anal intercourse.  Anyhow, to go on, it wasn't long when my
breathing started to be quick and short, and I started whimpering.  My
finger found my hard prostate nut, and this started to get my balls ready
for discharge.  I cried out to God to let me cum and cum hard.  It wasn't
long and I was pouring out his gift to me.  As I relished in the wiping and
tasting of my seed, that's when I realized that what I really needed was to
be married and have a life partner to celebrate our sexual joy; to let him
make love to me and likewise bring me to climax.  Lost in my intimate
moment with God, I thanked him, and asked if I could meet someone special
to share in my life.  It was the ringing of the phone that broke my quiet
time, being none other than Juan asking if he could come over, and
apologizing for calling so early in the morning before he started his work
day.  He had misplaced my number which accounted for his long absence of
three weeks. We set up to meet for the later part of the afternoon when his
work ended and prior to heading for home.

A short time later, he entered, and I leaned into him to kiss his lips, but
couldn't bring myself to probe my tongue into his mouth.  He returned a hug
but it was without affection, almost duty bound.  This was going to be the
time to engage in some serious discussion about our gay love and our
expectations, perhaps, more for my own benefit and to give some sense of
direction to my own quest for love.  After all, it was Juan who first
introduced me into the euphoric high of oral sex, and I don't think I could
ever forget that experience, nor would I want to, having no regrets.  Now
it was time to put words into our sexual behavior and see where we go from
here instead of being swept off our feet in isolated encounters.

"Juan, do you enjoy kissing another man?"

His facial reaction spoke louder than words.  Juan was too much oriented
into heterosexual love, and really felt out of his element to engage in
passionate kissing with a man.  Nor could he enjoy groping another man, and
experiencing delicate touches all over his naked body.  Juan again
expressed that he was not into gay sex.  He simply wanted to rendezvous
with me for a discreet session involving sucking him and bringing him to
climax.

"Thomas, I just don't like gay sex, and in fact, since I have been coming
to visit you for sucking, I find that I love my wife and appreciate her
even more.  She doesn't pleasure me like you do, but still, I love her and
my marriage is with her and not you."

Wow, that brought me, `Mr. shocked-to-the-core Thomas', back to reality,
and the better understanding of God's design or plan for both me and Juan.
Here I was fashioning my own marriage with Juan, thinking of what I wanted,
and not taking into account the desires of Juan himself.  "Can I simply
engage in oral sex and bring a man to his sexual bliss."  "Do I want sex
just for the sake of sex, or do I want more out of the relationship?"
These were questions I was asking myself, the answer being that I want what
God desires of me and for me.  He wants me to be happy; he is the author of
love in my life.  And it is God who wants to bring me to the fulfillment of
marital love.

"Thomas," questioned Juan, "Can I still come over for this kind of sex,
groping his bulge, until you find someone for yourself?"

As action speak louder than words, I reached over and started to unbutton
his pants, bringing them and the underwear down in one motion.  Wrapping my
fingers around his cock head, I very slowly combined kissing him and
pulling back his skin.  My tongue swept lightly over his slit and cleaned
it of his initial precum.

"You have a beautiful cock, Juan, and I love you for sharing it with me."

I began kissing my way all around his head, shaft and balls while my
dribbling saliva poured all around the crown ring, as I teased and played
at his nerve bundle with my tongue.  Juan directed my left hand to apply
finger pressure to his hardened mound between his balls and his hole while
I started slowly masturbating him as I continued to suck.  I could feel his
slight cock-thrusting motion in my mouth and started to take in his shaft
as deeply as I could, while feeling his head at the entrance to my throat.
Juan let me take him in while in a standing position, and soon both his
hands were on my head as he steadied himself with only the hips making any
motion.  Juan started bending his legs at the knees, and now started with
an upward cock motion.  His breathing became labored, and I could actually
feel the flow of his seed pumping upwards as his balls became buried deeply
into his scrotum.  And then his explosive discharge of sweet thick semen
shot directly into my throat.  I immediately backed off since I wanted to
catch his second and third offering directly on my tongue and savor his
wonderful taste.  When I smiled at him, and kissed his cock for the
wonderful gift, I asked Juan why he tasted so sweet.  He raised my head,
and simply said that he just had milk and a couple of hotdogs at his work
place.  Whatever the cause, Juan was delicious.

Juan promised to return the next day with his oldest son to take apart my
set of bunk beds for his two youngest children.  He knows, and above all, I
know as well, that when the time comes for me to make a love commitment to
a life partner, Juan will simply have to commit himself exclusively to his
wife.  That's when it will be a second honeymoon for both of them.

Everyone has had the experience of finding another door opening up new
experiences when a former one closes.  We only disagree at the source for
the doors opening up.  I, as a believing Christian, attribute the opening
into new experiences to God, who uses natural events or occurrences to
bring about a greater good. It so happened that in the absence of Juan
during those silent three weeks, I have had another man contact me through
the internet dating service after he viewed my profile.  As usual, we
started exchanging emails with responses to the other's questions in the
desire of getting to know each other better.  However, being much wiser as
a result of Juan not telling me the truth initially, and falsifying his
profile by stating he was a single man seeking another man for compatible
love, I first apologized to my new male encounter for seeming to be a bit
distrustful, and then fired away with all sorts of appropriate questions as
regards his marital status, and his sexual orientation.  Of course he
understood very well my caution and the need for probing fact-finding
questions and concerns.  While he did not experience the same as my
situation with Juan, still, he had somewhat similar experiences of not
being told the whole truth and complete picture.  When it comes to the
situation of dating, anyone holding back and giving half-truths amounts to
being deceitful.  Such a person is merely trying to paint a false picture
to inflate his ego.  True love can only develop out of honest
communication.

My second and new date had a week to spend at an Orlando time-share condo,
and being alone, he invited me to spend what available time I could spare.
I quickly accepted the invitation and sort of left it open as to when I
would depart and return home.  Here I am, a grown man, driving as an
anxious young teen going out on his first date with all sorts of
butterflies in his stomach.  We both had agreed not to send photos of each
other in order to experience a complete surprise at our first eye to eye
contact.  Some might have thought this to be imprudent, but we both
recognized it as being a heightened anticipation for sharing in the moment
of joy or complete disappointment.  For me, it was also an act of faith and
trust in the Almighty.  If this is to be God's choice for me, who am I to
disagree.  If, on the other hand my new date is not in God's design, I will
also know in due time.  What this chance meeting did for both of us was to
make us truly open to searching each other's mind, heart, soul and body,
and to really date the way dating was meant to be, namely, discovering the
chemistry between us and engaging in meaningful and intimate communication.
The apartment door opened, and here before me was my giant exclamation
point.

"Wow! And Hi handsome," I said.  "You're every bit what I expected and more
so."

He likewise responded, and with arms extended, I felt protected as he
wrapped them around me with a soft embrace.  We kissed on our cheeks, and
walked over towards the living room sofa.

"We can get my things from the car later on, but right now, I just want to
look at you, and if this doesn't sound stupid, I really would like to hold
your hand."

"That's not stupid, and if it is holding hands you want, then I am sure we
can arrange that."  He made me feel comfortable and it felt right that I
should be with him at this moment.

"Thank you" I uttered softly to myself, to which he responded, "for what?"

"Oh, no, no not you, but it was God to whom I was speaking."

"Well, I think you better tell me ahead of time, so that I know to whom you
are speaking."

We both had a good laughed and this broke the initial tension.  I mentioned
to Jim that I too have a difficult time in recognizing God, his being
elusive as he is.  We both were so lost in our conversation with each
other, sharing all sorts of good true-life experiences and happy memories,
that it made us realize three hours had passed while sitting with each
other, changing hand positions along with spontaneous kisses every once in
a while.  "Do you want to stay here, relax or take a shower while I prepare
us something simple to eat, or should we go out?"

"I'm not taking a shower alone," I answered, "but if we both take one
together, I'm afraid we'll not be eating tonight."

"OK, then it's out for dinner, and when we return, I'll help you carry your
things upstairs."

We left the apartment like two uninhibited teens, holding hands, and not
caring who observed us.  When you are full of love, you don't care what the
neighbors think, and besides, it is none of their business.  Yes, this was
the sentiment we both shared at the moment.  After all, when in Paris, do
as the Parisians.  When in Orlando, the magnet for fun-loving tourist all
over, you do as the tourist.  Getting into Jim's car, I started to laugh,
saying, "Maybe it's our mature age, but we both are not sporting boners!"
"Wait till later my friend," answered Jim.

Traveling along State Road 192 in the Lake Buena Vista area of Orlando near
the intersection of Inter-State 4, the visitor is exposed to Orlando's
theme parks and a veritable smorgasbord of restaurants.  Jim and I were
trying to decide which type of food would satisfy our aching stomachs.  We
finally decided on Italian, and the restaurant selected proved to be a very
wise choice.  If any of the patrons observed us, they would have thought we
knew each other our entire lives and were catching up on all the latest
news and events in our lives.  Conversation came naturally for each of us,
and with lots of mutual topics to draw upon.  We ended up having to take
back to the condo half of our entree, and settled on finishing the
remaining salads as `dessert'.  We never felt pressured to `impress' one
another, but kept the food selection ordinary and without the customary
glass of wine.  We both settled on iced tea as the drink of choice.  It was
now approaching ten PM, and time to return to the condo with the next day's
lunches in our doggie boxes, and my few belongings taken from my car.  We
settled down with brief visits to the bathroom for brushing our teeth and
taking care of personal business.  Soon we nestled against each other on
the sofa, while I rested my head upon Jim's left shoulder and arm. Jim then
leaned over and removed my shoes with a brief tickle to my toes.  I
returned the favor and removed his shoes and socks, teasing him with "phew,
stinky feet!"

"You're in a playful mood," Jim said.

"If you want the naked truth," I answered, "I'm in love, and I feel happy."
Hearing that statement, Jim stood up, briefly kissed me on the lips, and
started undoing my shirt buttons, saying: "Let's make you comfortable."  He
undid my pants, helping me to step out of them.  I returned the kiss, and
followed through with Jim and me standing only in our underwear.  We both
embraced, and kissed passionately, playing and probing with our tongues in
a nice love duet.  We now sported boners, and continued with kissing and
grinding our swollen members together in a passionate love dance of sorts.
Although it was 3 AM, the time to retire our tired bodies, still our
awakened hearts made it more than a question of wanting to sleep or not.
There was the invitation to a commitment.  The urgency of the moment had us
sliding off the other's underwear, and snuggling into each other's embrace
under the bed covers.  Jim reached over to turn out the light, and we
resettled ourselves for a more comfortable sleep.  Jim pushed himself back
to my swollen member.  I reached over his side to slowly fondle his shaft
and balls.  No words could say what our hearts felt, and we settled into
what would be our first sleep together as lovers.  It was not a question of
having to perform and engage in wild sex.  We simply wanted to relax in the
comfort of our bodies pressing into each other.  I am sure Jim could feel
the pulsating reflexes of my cock as I rearranged it in his crack, and I
continued holding on to his most sacred member.  Eventually sleep would
overtake us for a little nap before renewed and heightened sexual tension
would find us engaged in love making.  But that will happen when it
happens, and for now we would fall asleep under the protection of the
Divine Author of Love.