Date: Tue, 20 Nov 2001 11:38:26 -0800
From: writersrealm@hotmail.com
Subject: Submit Discovering Gregory chpt 17

Discovering Gregory

Chapter 17
Near Perfect Union

Feeling Doug against me took my breath away. We stayed in each other's arms
and as tired as I was, I became determined to stay awake so I didn't miss
anything. His kisses were sweet and his body was magic. Our groins ground
together forming a damp warm lubricant that kept us from grinding the skin
off one another.

I felt weak and dizzy and hot all over, like when you get the flu, only it
was nothing like the flu. As the passion in our kisses grew my back ended
up against the sleeping bag and the floor with Doug lying on my chest. It
took him a few minutes to get back up to speed but there was no doubt when
the softness turned to stone. He thrust his iron against what now seemed
like my modest display. He moaned when he slid his over my rigid
appendage. I don't recall ever being harder or hotter than I was then. Doug
was perfect for me and I for him in that moment.

He took his mouth off mine and pushed his face between my neck and
shoulder, giving me a chance to breathe. He too seemed to be struggling to
breathe as his lips moved gently on that tender skin under my ear. He
nibbled, blowing hot air that got my wick burning at both ends. After the
intensity died away a little I found myself in misery once I heard that
slow easy breathing take hold of him. After fanning the flames that were
devouring me, he had fallen asleep. I knew the sound and I knew it meant I
was left high and dry and horny as hell.

Had this been George or even Greg, his sleep wouldn't have deterred me in
the slightest. Only it wasn't Greg. I would take anything I could get from
him any time I could get it. It was different with Doug. I didn't know how
it was different, it just was. Using other boys any way they would allow
me, was part of the game we all played back in their basement. I didn't
feel that way about Doug. Of all the boys I'd met Doug was the one who
understood me best. Somehow he knew more about me than he could know.

>From the day he'd walked in on Greg and I, while we were getting
acquainted on his pool table, I knew I'd end up with Doug. It wasn't a
comfortable knowing and I didn't understand where the knowledge came from
but I had it. Of all the boys I knew, Doug had the ability to do more harm
to me than any of the others. I trusted none of them beyond the offer of
thrills they furnished me. Greg lit me up like no one else could, but I
never trusted him for a minute. I would gladly have spent next to forever
with Doug and that made me vulnerable.

Sex had been about getting all I could get until Doug kissed me that night
and then everything changed. His kisses had altered my world. The way he
kissed me went beyond working on the sex thing. Now it was like having a
half of something that was nothing without the other half. Lying there,
needing relief, I also found that I wanted to hold him, comfort him,
keeping him safe from the demons haunting the dark.

I listened to Doug as he was breathing while I dwelled between awake and
asleep. In a sea of feelings I became lost in the recesses of my mind,
slipping away to the land of nod. I dreamed dreams about what I wanted to
do with him. My fingers touched his skin and transported the feel of him
into my fantasies. He was what my dreams were made of. I'd never really
been with anyone like I was with him. I was not alone.

I went from riding on placid seas to being tossed about by an angry
ocean. I thought maybe I was at the river but there was no shoreline. There
was a thundering that came from the waves crashing against rocks I couldn't
see on a shore that was not there. I found myself on the crest of a wave,
but I didn't have a board and I'd never used one. Then I was airborne, in
flight, floating, falling, rising, all at once.

Before I opened my eyes I realized that Doug was gone from my arms but he
hadn't gone far. I found he had moved down between my thighs while I
slept. There was a swirling and twirling going on inside my brain as his
tongue and lips did there best to torment me into submission. I was lifted
from the hard concrete flooring, rising up into the heavens in one swift
jerk. I reached for Doug's face, holding onto him for fear I might fall
into nothingness.

His mouth drove me out of my mind. His gentle fingers touched and held me
close as he finally took all I had to give. I was down in his constricting
throat and my excited cock flesh throbbed insanely. I arched my back and
pulled his face down harder. I could only think that I wanted as much of
this wonderful searing pain as I could get. My insides were churning as I
felt like I was a foot long and growing deeper into his throat.

The night sky twinkled behind him as I opened my eyes to examine where I
was. I wasn't sure if I was dreaming this or not but the feel of Doug on me
had to be real. Nothing I'd ever experienced had gotten me this worked
up. I closed my eyes again just in case it was a dream. I didn't want to
take a chance that I might wake up before it was done. Then my body started
to shake as I was gulping even more air and my shooting star took me off
across the universe with Doug affixed. He took me to the outer reaches of
our solar system and back in an instant. I gasped and gurgled and twitched
without control.

My body shook as I held him down and not in a gentle way. My hips rose and
my body jerked on his mouth. We were riding a wave through the heavens as
he pulled me up and into him with his hands, holding me so there was no
escaping. For those last erupting seconds we were part of the same body. He
became welded to my comet of love and seemed content to ride it.

The hard concrete floor came up to meet us as the reality of the world
slowly drifted back into my life. My heavenly host had stayed with me
through the entire ride.

"I don't do that for everyone," the sweet lilt of his voice drifted into my
ear as I worked on staying conscious.

His lips were next to my ear when he spoke and his body was once again
pressing into my arms. We were immediately kissing.

"Was it okay?"

"Okay? Okay? It was wonderful. I've never... I didin't...."

"Shhh! Shhh!" Doug said. "I wanted to do that to you since that first day."

Doug lips were once again at the center of my world. He was perfect. The
night was perfect and I couldn't imagine anything being as special as that
moment in time. For the first time I'd melded totally with another human
being. My sense of well being was complete. This was what I had been
looking for.

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I don't know what it was about that place or if maybe it was what was
happening to my body, but whatever it was, Doug and I were sleeping again
before I knew it. I half woke with him in my arms and drifted back away
after a futile struggle with my eyes. Then I woke with my chest on his back
and my arms were around him. I had grown back to full glory and it had
crawled up into the warm moist crack of his ass. Once again my feelings for
Doug awakened the lust that had been too long asleep inside of me. I'd
never felt anything like what I was feeling for him.

I failed in my effort to resist temptation, not that I spent much time
wrestling with it. For two or three minutes I let my passion loose in his
crack, letting that flesh hold me the way it must have been designed to
hold a man's desire close to his love. When a super human effort had me
determined to leave him alone, his hands closed on my wrists and he pulled
my hands up to his face, kissing one and then the other, letting his tongue
lick them.

My mind was already a flutter from what I was doing to him and his lips
sealed the deal. I had all the approval I needed for my aberrant
behavior. I thought I would be satisfied with a few more quick thrusts but
my body was having none of that, especially after his arm reached around me
to pull me closer to him. I was helpless to deny him. I had to be
dreaming. There was no way he wanted me to....

His ass pressed back hard against my steal blade. He was making himself
available for anything I had in mind to do to him. I was hesitant when it
came to breaking through his restraint. It was short lived after he took me
in his deft fingers, placing me at his port of entry. There was a
deliciously super warmed silken feel to what was becoming a damp spot on
his bottom.

The resistance was substantial at first but with both of us working at it,
the tissue separated enough to allow me to gain a foothold. By rolling my
weight onto my thrusting spike at the same time he was forcing his ass back
on me, we breached the opening lustily. I gasped as a long low sigh came
out of him, but then, he reached behind him to put a stop to the progress
we were making. He denied me the very thing I desperately needed at the
instant I was ready to plunge forward.

He had closed tightly on my shaft just below my cockhead. It was a tight
collar that had me feeling huge. I was pulsing wildly against his tender
hot inner flesh. I fought to stay in control of my own body. Then his
fingers were relenting a little, allowing me another inch or maybe two
before they once again slowed my progress to a stop. I was both overheated
and agonizingly disappointed by the delayed progress. The further inside of
him I went, the further I needed to go. His once anxious posture had given
way to caution.

It was when I thought I couldn't possibly wait another second longer that
he set me free with the reminder, "Go slow, okay? You've go to do it slow
at first or it hurts for days afterward."

"Yeah," I agreed, being willing to say anything to get us on to the main
event.

Our momentum once again came back into concert as he pushed back on me as I
pushed forward, locking my position each step of the way to assure that he
couldn't take back anything he gave up to me. The deeper I sank the more
incredible was the feel of him against my overheated hotrod. My cockhead
massaging his delicate channel at the same time his tight ring was
massaging my shaft. It was ecstasy. Never before had my dick been so well
connected to my sensory perceptions. It was like being born.

As soon as he released his grip on me I was pushing forward for all I was
worth until my pubes were against his hole. Once I realized the entry and
docking was complete, my mind whirled with the wonderful pleasure and yet
my desire demanded more, and this time there was no reluctance from Doug.


"Okay," Doug said, pulling my arms back around him, holding my hands on his
chest as it swelled with air and more.

"Okay," I said, wanting him to verify it was okay to proceed at my own
speed.

"Okay," he said, giving me permission without stipulation.

If there were limits I would find them. He pushed his ass down tight on
me. When he stopped his backward movement, I timed my withdrawal to
coincide with his move forward. After giving up an inch, I quickly pushed
back, fearing he might desert me if I gave up too much ground. When he
continued working with me, I repeat my motion, giving up a little more
ground each time.

"Uh!" He said in a pleasing release of air.

Each time I penetrated him totally a sound burst from him in various tones
and volumes that were directly related to how hard or how gently I collided
with his bottom. I imagined the noise to be his mantra to our love. As I
listened closely to the arousing song I heard my own grunts joining his to
form this strange symphony that accompanied our carnal endeavors.

We did a half a role until I was on top of Doug's back. The sleeping bag
was pulled down off us as our sweat dampened our bodies. The cool night air
felt good on my naked skin. I now held myself up with my arms as I kneeled
behind him, driving relentlessly as his body rocked and the moans
escaped. I found myself trying to watch my own cock appearing and then
disappearing back inside him.

The noise we made was echoing through the cinderblock room. I panted and
found it difficult to get enough air. My heart thumped heavily in my
chest. No matter how much distress there was in this activity, I could stop
or even slow down. It had gone far beyond my control by the time I was up
to full speed. There would be no stopping me now, or so I thought.

As I watched my cock stretching his hole it was only a blur in the too
subtle light of the moon. I knew we were getting close as our grunts and
groans mingled with the frogs and the crickets. In my delirium it sounded
like a voice. I pushed the idea away as I got closer. Then, I thought I
heard someone's name.

"Timmy!" a voice said from the open doorway.

"What?" Timmy answered immediately.

"Come on. I want to talk to you," Greg said in a whisper.

I lay on Doug's back without coming out of him. I couldn't stop but Greg's
voice had certainly slowed my momentum. I felt overexposed. We all waited
as the room grew silent except for Doug and me and our heavy breathing.

"Okay, better than listening to these two go at it all night. At least I
can sleep once you're finished."

Doug was silent and I refused to look at Greg. I could feel his eyes on my
bare fucking ass. He said nothing, which made it worse. I knew he wanted to
curse me. I don't know how I knew.

"They wouldn't let you play?" Greg asked in a quiet monotone.

"I got mine. Then they started up. I haven't slept since. I was jacking off
when you showed up."

Timmy went out past Greg as I glanced in his direction, pretending to watch
Timmy's exit, as I lay naked on Doug who kept his face away from the
door. Greg was standing in the doorway watching us. He had a tent in his
boxers and his fingers were examining it from outside the cotton. When I
glanced again, he was gone. The cool night air and Greg had done the
impossible. I stayed inside Doug but without the passion I'd just had. My
wick kept me warm, taking the heat from Doug's innards and transferring it
into my own. I lay there on top of him wondering how I could be caught
between them.

"You done?" Doug asked, pulling my hands under him as our faces lay
together.

"For awhile," I said, not knowing how to answer or how to explain. I was
still as hard as ever but there was no get up and go in my erection. I was
content lying there with him like that, thinking about what Greg thought of
me.

"You know he don't care nothing about you. Why do you like him?"

"I don't know," I said, confessing my sin to the only person I was capable
of loving just then.

"We need to switch sleeping bags," Doug said. "I'm sorry. I just loaded
yours up. I'm a mess too. You didn't get off did you?"

"Okay," I said, really not wanting to give him up.

Not having either of them was the only thing worse than wanting both of
them.

"You didn't did you?"

"No!" I said as I eased out of him while he made me do it slowly.

Having to leave the warmth of him was disturbing. I felt suddenly alone
again. Doug stood in the corner and peed into a tube and funnel that had
been attached to the wall. He used a towel that was near the bedding before
tossing it to me.

"Come on. We can use mine. I don't know if Timmy will be back but you never
can tell about that boy. We can get another sleeping bag if you want to
sleep alone."

"Yours is fine."

We once against ended up with my chest on his back and he was in my arms. I
had lost none of my stiffness and when he felt it on his crack, he put his
hand on me and slid it back inside him just like that. This time it was a
warm smooth entry with no resistance. I figured I must have been getting
the hang of it.

"That's better," he said. "That way I know if you get up."

"Yeah, that's a whole lot better," I said, meaning every word. I've
never...."

I don't know why words were so hard for me to find some times. Why I opened
my big mouth without having a clue how to finish what I started to say is
beyond me. My words lingered and ended right in the middle of saying
nothing to him. I felt like a dork. Doug ended the awkward silence for me
after letting me stew for a few seconds.

"I know," he said as he pressed against me. "I'm all you got tonight
though. He'll keep Timmy busy. You can go with him tomorrow night if you
want. It's okay. I just want you for myself tonight."

Our closeness didn't allow me to consider sleep for a long time. Feeling
him in my arms was good but I still felt bad. Being inside him made it
better. While he snored I finished what I started hours before. I did it so
slowly he never knew. It didn't take but a half a minute once I decided I
couldn't hold off all night like that.

He was still breathing that heavy deep sleep sound when after I was done
and had gone limp. I thought I was in love with Doug. I knew I loved Greg.

I finally fell asleep.

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11/22/01

A Universal Prayer
From writersrealm@hotmail.com

It is a Universal Blessing
That brings us here today
From the four-corners of the globe
To this table we've come to pray

The Universe is an open space
If you follow only prevailing winds
Your heart might never recognize
The passerby from a Universal Friend

We are offered so many gifts
Peace and love abounds
It's not how big the table
But who is seated around

To us the Universal blessings come
From where is not always known
But one rule becomes quite clear
The life you live must be your own
Happy Thanksgiving
Rick
2001

						*****

When you witness where hatred takes us, how can loving each other ever be
wrong? Who decides whom it is we hate? Why is it important to them that we
do?