Date: Fri, 16 Nov 2001 23:16:34 -0800 (PST)
From: J X <xxx_supafly@yahoo.com>
Subject: First Day of School Chapter 5

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four chapters, and many other stories can be found on
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Disclaimer:  This story contains sex of the gay kind.
If that scares you, hide under your bed where the
story can't find you.  For those of you still here, I
hope you enjoy this chapter.

*******************

Now that I was at College I was remembering the past
with Erik alot. We talked on the phone religiously,
but I still missed him. I was at Florida State, him at
Harvard. The only way I'd seen his sparkling blue eyes
in the past few months had been via webcam. So the
memories kept me close to him. As of late, memories of
Homecoming 2000 had been running through my mind. To
this day, that remains one of the most beautiful and
perfect nights of my life.

* * *

Homecoming at Harborfield was a much bigger deal than
at my old school in Florida. The entire week was
dedicated to it. There were stupid little contests all
week long, different spirit days all throughout the
week, and the big finale being the football game
Friday, and the announcement of homecoming King and
Queen. The race for King this year was pretty
interesting, as it pitted me, Erik, and our good
friend Colby against one another. In all honesty, it
wasn't a race, as we didn't actually have to do
anything. What it came down to was a school wide
popularity contest. But the three of us got a nice
laugh out of being nominated. After all, two of us
were Gay, and dating each other, and the other was
bisexual, and had broken hearts on both sides of the
spectrum. We were completely clueless on who would
win, but oddsmakers were predicting Erik.

Even though we weren't technically required to do
anything, it was still a pretty hectic week. Most of
my week was spent running from pep rallies, to cross
country meets, to working my piddly little cashier
job. Thursday was my first day off from everything
that week. And it was also the first day Erik and I
got to be alone.

In nice weather, Erik and I spent as much time outside
as possible. But it was already October, so Mother
Nature had ceased her delivery of warm weather to
Michigan until at least March. So our activities today
consisted of nothing but laying around in front of the
fireplace, and maybe a video. And since my dad was
working a death penalty case down in Louisiana, we had
the house all to ourselves.

Thursday was my usual day off, but Erik still had
practice. So while I was waiting for him to arrive, it
gave me a chance to clean up what little mess I had
made the past week alone in the house. I was busying
myself in the kitchen when I heard the living room
door open. I walked into the living room, and saw Erik
hanging his jacket. He walked over to me and kissed me
softly on the lips. He then grasped my hand and led me
over to the couch. I sat down, and he followed, laying
his head in my lap.

"Baby, I feel like hell," He said as I ran my fingers
through his hair.

"Well, you still look good," I replied somewhat
jokingly.

But in all honesty, he did look good. Erik was the
only man alive that could make a tattered old T-shirt
and football pants, both covered in dirt look good.
Well, him and Drew Brees.

"Yeah, right," He disagreed. "I probably smell like
hell too,"

"Nah. You got that sweaty man smell going on. I like
it,"

"Well then its a good thing I didn't shower at school
then isn't it?"

"Why didn't you shower at school?" I asked, leaning
down and kissing him.

"Well, I was thinking you and I could take a shower
together. Its been awhile," He said as our kiss
parted.

"I like that idea," I said, leaning down and kissing
him once more. "But I got one better. How bout a
bubble bath?"

"Sounds perfect,"

"Okay, I'll get the bath ready. You go to my room, and
don't come out with clothes on," I said, followed by a
kiss, then making my way down the hall to my father's
bathroom.

Since my dad was in Louisiana, we had full use of the
only actual bathtub in the entire house, which was in
his bedroom. I turned the water on then began to
search around the room for bubble bath. I found what
was obviously Heather's stash in a cupboard underneath
the tub itself. I dug around for a few seconds, until
I found the scent I wanted, blueberry. I poured in the
directed two capfulls and mixed it with the water. As
the bubbles began to form, I walked back across the
hall to my bedroom.

As I walked in, Erik was just peeling off his shirt.
His back was to me, so I walked up behind him and
slipped my arms around his waist. He grasped my hands
in his as I kissed his neck softly. I inhaled deeply,
taking in the wonderful scent of my boyfriend. He
leaned his head back and our lips connected for a
short, but passionate kiss. He then released my hands
and returned to removing his clothes.

"I love you," I said as I began to search through my
CD case.

"Love you more," He joked, his football pants landing
on the floor in front of me.

I let that comment go and continued my CD search until
I found the one I was looking for, 98 Degrees debut
album. I pulled it from the case then walked back
across the hall to my dad's bedroom. I popped it into
the CD player then reached over and shut off the
water. The bubbles were almost to the top, which meant
that with two people in the tub, the water would be
just perfect. As the sounds of "Come and Get it" began
to play, I began to strip down.

The mirrors in my dad's bathroom were floor length, so
I took the chance whenever I was in here to admire
myself. I had a pretty good body. My abs were my
strong point, or so I was told. And I have to admit,
they were pretty well defined. I had nice arms too,
but they were nothing compared to Erik's. But no
matter how good my body was, I still thought the
combination of my hair and eyes set off the whole
"Adam Package" so to speak. Really light blonde hair,
and dark brown eyes. It was a joke within my family
that my mother wasn't really my mother, as she had red
hair, my dad has black, and I somehow wound up blonde.
I would think I wasn't my father's child, if it
weren't for the fact we had almost identical facial
features and the same color eyes.

Once all my clothes were off, I dipped slowly down
into the steaming water. The water instantly went to
work on the tenseness my muscles had build up over the
past few days. I had placed first in a cross country
meet with almost a minute over the other runners. My
legs, however, continued to remind me of my victory
with their constant aching. This bubble bath was
serving more than one purpose. Not only did it work
wonders for my sore muscles, but it also allowed me to
spend some naked alone time with the sexiest man this
side of Brad Pitt.

I was amusing myself with the bubbles as I saw Erik
walk in, stark naked. I stared in wonder at his
perfect body. Everything about it was so beautiful.
Like the way his chest flexed as he walked. Or the way
the light hit his skin, making him almost shine. Or
the way his massive 8 inch tool was hardening under my
gaze. I never removed my eyes from him as he lowered
himself into the tub. Once he was in, he leaned over
and brought his lips to mine. Our lips touched
sensuously. I could feel Erik's tongue begging
entrance into my mouth. I submitted and soon felt his
tongue softly caressing mine. I felt Erik's hand slide
slowly up my back, eventually resting in my hair. I
bought my hands to his neck and began to graze his
fingers softly across the back of it. He moaned out
softly and buried his head in my neck.

"Must you torture me?" He asked, grazing his hand
lightly across my back.

"You like it," I replied tauntingly.

"Mmm, just like you like this," He said, grasping my
cock.

I moaned out as his hand encircled my rapidly
hardening staff. I began sucking lightly at his neck
as he began to jerk my cock with long, slow strokes.
Our lips connected again with a passionate fury. I
felt Erik bring his free hand to my chest and begin to
pinch lightly at my nipples as his other hand
continued its blissful torture of my throbbing 8
inches. It had been weeks since the last time we'd had
sex. I could already feel the oncoming of an orgasm.
But as I felt my balls begin to rise, the shrill
buzzer of my doorbell went off. Erik stopped his
stroking then looked up at me with question in his
eyes.

"Keep going," I whispered.

"What if its your Grandma, again?" He asked.

I laughed for a second at the memory his statement
produced. We had been in the middle of the act (in the
living room no less) when the doorbell rang. We
attempted to keep going, but my Grandma called through
the window. Needless to say the mood was ruined. So
Erik quickly withdrew from me and we scrambled to put
our clothes on and make it look like nothing was
happening. We realized after my Grandma had left that
we had left the tube of Watermelon flavored lube on
the coffee table. Thankfully she never noticed. Or if
she did, she hadn't mentioned it. I'm not so sure I
could handle that explanation.

With that experience fresh in my mind, I pushed myself
up from the water and grabbed a bathrobe. I quickly
slipped it on then turned back to Erik.

"Might as well get dressed," I said, tying the robe.
"Something tells me we're done for the day."

He looked up at me with a sad puppydog look in his
gorgeous blue eyes. Even after a year, I still
couldn't resist those eyes. I dropped to my knees and
grabbed his chin with my hand. I kissed him softly on
the lips then once more on the forehead. He smiled up
at me and I kissed him once more.

"You're so beautiful," I said as I got to my feet.

"I know," He replied, standing up from the water.
"Hand me a towel will ya?"

I grabbed a towel from the towel rack and handed it to
Erik. He slipped it around his waist and stepped onto
the bathroom rug. As he began to dry himself I made my
way to the living room door. I peeked through the
peephole and noticed the blue and white painted hair
of our King opponent Colby. I opened the door and
began to my walk back to the bathroom where Erik was.
Colby walked in and shut the door behind him. He
followed closely behind me as I re-entered the
bathroom.

"Did I interrupt something?" Colby asked as he took a
seat on the sink.

"Sex, as usual," Erik replied, buttoning his pants.

"I'm pretty good at that huh?" Colby laughed.

I just nodded the affirmative and stopped to think how
often Colby had interrupted the sex life of Erik and
I. Hell, that was how he found out about us to begin
with. You see, my bedroom was once a dining room for
the people who lived here before me. So because of
that, my room had sliding glass doors leading to the
back yard. So to not bother my dad (He's a lawyer, his
life is work. My friends popping in and out annoys
him.), I had my friends just walk around to the back
and come in my doors. Well, Erik and I were in the
middle of a pretty hot makeout session when Colby
decided to drop by un-announced. He saw us through the
doors, of course. Apparently he sat there for like 5
minutes in shock before finally knocking. Thankfully
he was cool about everything. I'm pretty sure he loved
being the only person in school who knew. He loved
being "life long friend who stumbled onto his best
friend making out with his boyfriend" guy. But if
someone had to find out our secret, there was no one
Erik and I trusted more than Colby.

"So what's up Colb?" I asked, slipping my pants on
then dropping my robe to the floor.

"Just bringing the news on Homecoming, since you both
skipped out before the daily festivities." He replied,
popping a piece of gum into his mouth. "The
preliminary vote count so far has Adam winning by 4%,"


"I told you being nice to freshmen helped," I laughed,
slipping some deodorant under my arms.

Erik took a seat on the edge of the bathtub. I sat
down in front of him on the floor and shuddered
slightly as his hands connected with my still bare
chest. Colby had seen us in less clothes than this, so
putting our shirts on just wasn't a necessity.

"Well, that's just a poll. The final votes won't be
done till tomorrow at 4, or so says Gidget,"

"Well, if she gets her way, I'll lose," I replied.

Good ole Gidget. She and I had been less than friends
since I moved to this school. If you remember her from
the second chapter, she was convinced Erik had a thing
for her. She began to follow him around school, show
up at his locker after class, she was basically his
stalker. And me, being the closeted boyfriend, got
pretty pissed off about the whole thing. So we got my
cousin Melissa to be Erik's cover up girlfriend. Her
job was basically to hang out with us at major public
appearances, like football games for instance. And
this one football game, Melissa was with us, and
hanging on Erik like we hired her for. I walked away
from them at one point to get hot cocoa, or something.
Anyways, Gidget and the Tramp Patrol (That's what we
nicknamed them.) were standing not far from the
concession stand talking pretty bad about Melissa, and
Erik in turn for "going out" with her. So of course,
being the man I am, went up to her and nicely (yeah,
or not) told her what exactly I thought of her, and
how she was living in a fantasy world if she ever
thought she'd get Erik. I think I even mentioned
something about he'd rather date toast. I don't know
exactly. But from then on, Gidget and I were at odds
with one another.

"Yeah, she hates your guts," Colby replied. "She's
pulling for me to win, or so she says,"

"Well, you did fuck her you nasty slut," Erik laughed.


"Don't remind me of my past mistakes," Colby said,
shaking his head.

I just laughed and chose not to comment on Colby's
sexual history, which read like the Chicago phone
book. And I didn't even know the half of it, or so I
was told. Colby didn't believe in love. So his life
was purely sex. And since he was bi, he got it from
either side. He had sex more than me and Erik did, and
we went at it like rabbits when given the opportunity.


"There aren't enough days in the year to remind you of
your past mistakes buddy," Erik laughed, standing up
and stretching.

"Yeah, fuck you. At least I wasn't a virgin until I
was 16," Colby snapped back.

"Ouch," I piped in, getting to my feet.

"You suck Colby," Erik said, defeated. "Hold me babe,"
He said again, laying his head on my shoulder in mock
pain.

Colby just laughed and made his exit from the
bathroom. Erik laughed at himself slightly and kissed
me softly on the lips. I just smiled and grasped his
hand as we made our way out of the bathroom and to the
kitchen where Colby was now digging in the
refrigerator. Erik and I took a seat at the bar and
the three of us began to converse about tomorrow's
King election. They both were predicting a victory for
me, citing my friendliness with the underclassman the
reason. I agreed, but in all honesty could've cared
less. I didn't care which one of us won the crown. I
would just be happy when this week was over, and I
could go back to spending my evenings wrapped up in
Erik's arms.

* * *

The rest of that night passed by pretty uneventfully.
Colby wound up hanging around until almost midnight.
So by the time he left, sex was the furthest thing
from the minds of Erik and myself. Only thing either
one of us wanted to do was sleep. We called it a night
around 12:30 AM. The last thing I remember of that
night was telling Erik that I loved him, and listening
to his heartbeat as I fell quickly asleep.

We awoke the next morning about 20 minutes later than
we were supposed to. So our usual morning routine was
rushed through. And our usual breakfast of Nurtrigran
Bars and Chocolate milk was eaten in the car on the
drive to school. As we pulled into the school parking
lot, I gave my watch a glance. We had arrived with
five minutes to spare. I gave myself a quick look in
the mirror, and had to tell myself that for getting
ready in less than 15 minutes, I looked pretty damned
good. I leaned across the seat and gave Erik a quick
kiss on the lips. He gave himself a quick glance in
the mirror, and gave himself a thumbs up. I laughed
slightly and made my hasty exit from the car and into
the building as the bell for first period sounded.

The rest of the day was pretty much a blur. Every
direction I turned I had someone asking me something
about Homecoming. As much as I enjoyed the attention,
I couldn't wait for everything to return to normal. I
did three different interviews, with three different
reporters for the school newspaper. In every one, I
was asked whom I thought would emerge victorious. Just
to confuse the reporters, I answered different each
time. By the time I finished with my last interview,
school was over, and I ran to my car where Erik
awaited.

We drove to my house and pretty much did nothing up
until the time came for me to get ready. I got to
dress up for the evening, Erik however would be decked
out in his football uniform when the announcement of
King came. I didn't over due the dress, like wearing a
tuxedo or anything. Just a nice vest and a silk shirt
with some dress pants, all brand new of course. That
was one good thing about Homecoming, it got my dad to
fork over the credit card for some new clothes.

After I was ready, Erik and I made the short drive to
the school. We snuck in a quick kiss, and then I left
him to go to the gymnasium as I had been instructed
earlier in the day. This was where Colby and I got to
wait until Half-time. At that point, we got to hit the
field and await the announcement on who would be the
2000 King of Harborfield. We would have a queen too,
but she was rather unimportant. Since all three of the
ladies (and I use that term loosely) nominated didn't
really care for any of us. But thankfully we only had
to fraternize with them for a short time while we rode
around the field with the crowns on our heads. After
that, the school would repossess the crowns, and we'd
wait 6-8 weeks for a worthless plaque telling us we
had been elected 2000 King and Queen arrived in the
mail. Homecoming wasn't really a big deal for those of
us nominated, once you stop to think about it.

Even with those thoughts running through my mind, I
still had butterflies. Colby and I wished each other
good luck, then made our way to the girls locker room
to wait for the ladies we were to walk with onto the
field. I was relieved when I saw read the sheet
stating which girls we were to walk with, and noticed
my buddy Gidget was assigned to walk with Colby. I
laughed at him about it, until she walked out. At that
point, I turned away from her to wait for Krystal
Canton, whom I was scheduled to walk with. When
Krystal walked out, we exchanged pleasantries, and I
extended my arm. She slipped hers through, and we
began our walk to the football field.

We stood on the field looking like utter morons for
about 5 minutes before they actually began to announce
us. It was pretty pointless, we were the six most
popular people in the school after all. But I guess it
was for those in attendance who didn't know who we
were. Since my last name was the highest in the
alphabet, I was announced last. After the announcer
had finished, he asked for a drum roll, which the band
happily provided. The butterflies has completely risen
from my stomach and were almost taking over my throat.
Krystal and I wished each other good luck, as the
announcer resumed his announcements.

"And the 2000 queen of Harborfield High
School....Krystal Canton!"

Krystal, from instinct I supposed turned and hugged
me. I told her congratulations just as they pulled her
away and to her "throne" atop the Senior Homecoming
Float. They allowed last years queen time to hand over
the crown (which she'd only regained today) and the
robe before the announcer resumed his announcements
yet again.

"And the 2000 King of Harborfield High School.....Adam
Ross!"

I was in disbelief for a few seconds until last years
King (who was a total hottie, really buff guy named
Brock) came over and tossed the robe around my
shoulders. He removed the crown from his head and
placed it sideways on my head. We shared a laugh, and
with a slap on the shoulder he said "Congratulations
Ross," and walked over to last years Queen for the
traditional "stepping down" walk off of the field. The
Junior "Princess" as she was called came over and led
me to the float. I hopped up, and took a seat next to
Krystal. She hugged me yet again, and said
congratulations. I echoed her statements as the truck
pulling the Float began my first ride as King.

* * *

The rest of the football game for me was spent taking
pictures. Fortunately, I did get to watch the game
long enough to see Erik score the game winning
touchdown. Once the game was over, Krystal and I had
to relinquish our crowns to the principal. I did so
eagerly, and immediately tried to leave. But before I
had the chance, Krystal pulled me off to the side
behind the gigantic Eagle which was the Senior Float.

"Congratulations Adam. I couldn't have asked for a
better king," She said, a little too friendly for my
liking.

"Thanks Krystal, same here. But I've really got to get
going," I said, turning to walk away.

"This isn't going to cause problems with Erik is it? I
mean, you guys ARE the cutest couple in school,"

I froze dead in my tracks. Erik and I were VERY
selective with who we told. And there was no way in
hell either of us would've told Krystal. It is true,
of the queen nominees, she may have been the one I
liked the most. But she hardly fit the "best friend so
you can know I'm gay" category. How she knew of Erik
and I, I was clueless. I turned around to face her
with a look of shock and horror on my face.

"Calm down Adam," She said, placing her hand on my
shoulder. "I'm cool with it, my cousin Sean is gay,"

I immediately brought my finger to my mouth with a
"shh." I knew her cousin Sean was gay. It was pretty
hard not to with all the lycra and leather that he
wore. I supposed he could've "gaydar" figured me out
and told Krystal. But that was unlikely since I was
absolutely straight acting, and had conversed with the
guy all of three times. That wasn't from my attempts
to hide my sexuality, but really from the fact he was
extremely annoying. He was extremely conceited and
arrogant, alot like Krystal. Except he had no reason
to be. He wasn't the world's most beautiful guy. "How
did you know?" I asked in a whisper. "I know what to
look for, I've known about Seany most of our lives.
Once Sean told me you might be, I started paying
attention to you and Erik. That's when I noticed how
you looked at each other. Any idiot could see how much
you guys are in love,"

"You didn't tell anyone did you?" I asked, still a bit
paranoid that pretty much a complete stranger knew my
secret.

"No. Your secret is safe with me. Now get going, I
think there's someone over there waiting for you," She
said, pointing over my shoulder where Erik stood with
his duffel bag in hand.

"Thanks Krystal. You're alot cooler than I gave you
credit for,"

"You go have fun. I'll talk to you later my King," She
laughed, walking away to where her girlfriends stood
talking.

I stood for a second still in shock that that had
actually happened. Erik walked over to me and punched
me in the arm. That was our equivalent to a hug in the
presence on straight people. That kept us much more
discreet than the friendly pat on the ass that Colby
had suggested.

"What's up?" He asked.

"Big, long story," I replied. "I'll tell you later.
Lets just get out of here," I said, walking in the
direction of my car.

"Okay," Erik said, shrugging his shoulders and
following behind me.

When I got to my car, I immediately dug into my CD
case for something new to listen to. I had been
driving around for about 2 days with the same Jennifer
Lopez CD in, and I was getting quite sick of it. I
didn't like her all that much to begin with. She
didn't fit into the hate, or Aguilera category as I
called it however. She just didn't rank up there in my
favorite artists. I selected the Michael Jackson
Greatest Hits CD I had burned, and popped it into the
player as Erik hopped into the car. He looked around
to make sure no one was looking, then leaned over and
planted a quick kiss on my lips. I smiled brightly at
him and started the car. I threw it into gear as "Man
in the Mirror" began to play.

"So where to?" I asked, as I pulled out of the parking
lot and onto the street.

"My house, I wanna grab something real quick," He
replied

"Okay," I said, taking the turn off for Erik's road.

The rest of the short drive was driven in silence.
When we arrived at his house, he hopped out of the car
quickly with a "Wait here." I obliged and cranked up
the volume on the CD player as "Billie Jean" came on.
Erik quickly reemerged with a blanket and the CD
player from his bathroom in his hand. I didn't know
for sure, but I assumed our plans were now the beach.
Those were our usual beach going necessities.

"So where to?" I asked as he tossed the blanket and
radio into the back seat.

"To the stars my love," He replied, leaning over and
kissing me softly.

"I don't think I have enough gas," I replied with a
cute little smirk on my face.

"Smart ass,"

"You know me,"

"To the beach, beautiful,"

Okay,"

I put the car into reverse and quickly exited Erik's
driveway. Once I was on the road, he reached over and
grasped my hand in his. We started to chat about the
events of the evening. I filled him in on the whole
Krystal situation. He seemed to be relieved that her
knowing about us was all. I guess she'd been staring
at him in World History class for awhile, and he
thought she wanted him. She probably did, most girls
in that school drooled over Erik. But at least Krystal
knew she couldn't have him. The girls in our school
were probably why I always managed a smile when I was
there. Walking around, knowing all of those girls
wanted my man, what a satisfying experience.

When we arrived at the beach, we parked the car on the
road and began our walk down the beach to "our spot."
(The little cave dealie, I know you know what I'm
talking about.) I went to work lighting a fire while
Erik busied himself laying out the blanket and
selecting the appropriate music for the evening. As so
often, the appropriate music was selected as Jessica
Simpson's "Sweet Kisses" CD, or "our CD" as we had
come to call it. After I had finished lighting the
fire, I slipped the matches back into my pocket and
walked over and sat down next to Erik on the blanket.
He brought his hands to my face and lovingly stroked
my cheek before bringing his lips softly to mine. His
kisses started off as small pecks, but soon turned
into a passionate barrage of kisses. I began to slide
my hand slowly up his shirt as our kissing continued.
But as my hand connected with his chest, he stopped me
in my tracks.

"Wait, I have some stuff to say first," He said
sweetly.

"Okay," I replied, not sure exactly what was about to
transpire.

"Adam, you came into my life a year ago and completely
turned my life around. I mean, I never thought I'd
love again, but then came you. You changed my life so
much by just being you, and being near me, and loving
me. I owe you my life,"

I meanwhile felt the tears rushing to my eyes. But
being the macho man I was, I tried my best to fight
them back, until at least the end of his speech.

"What I'm saying is I love you Adam. And I don't know
what the future will hold for us. I pray to God every
night we'll still be together 40 years from now, but I
really don't know. But even if we don't make it, I
want you to have something to always remember me by.
That's why I got you this," He said, pulling the box
from his jacket pocket.

I glanced at the box for a second and knew immediately
it was a necklace of some sort. All that was left was
to find out what exactly this most perfect man on
Earth had gotten me.

"I know we outlawed rings. And I don't really dig
bracelets of any kind, except for those Rainbow
friendship ones, but I'm not ready to wear one of
those,"

I just chuckled at the way he was phrasing this
explanation. What I'm sure was supposed to be a
heavily romantic jesture was turning into comedy. But
that was part of Erik's charm, being able to lighten
the mood of even the most serious of situations.

"Anyways. I had all that running through my mind when
I found this. I knew right away it was the perfect
gift," He explained, a look of complete happiness
sparkling in his gorgeous blue eyes.

He flipped open the top of the box and in it lay a
gold chain with the number 12 hanging on it. There
really wasn't a material gift more perfect for a
closeted guy to get his closeted boyfriend. He had
gotten me a chain with my Basketball and Baseball
number on it. I leaned over and kissed him quickly on
the lips.

"I can't believe you did this," I said, staring deep
into his eyes, a smile plastered across my face.

"You like it?"

"I love it. Put it on me,"

He pulled the chain from the box and undid the
fastener. He slipped it around my neck then resumed
his kisses. I slid my hands once more up his shirt and
began to massage lightly at his nipples with my
finger. We stopped our kisses long enough for him to
remove his shirt. He tossed his shirt over in the
direction of our coats and tackled me lightly to the
ground. He began to work his magic on the buttons of
my vest and shirt, and in no time had them pushed back
and my chest exposed. His kisses began to migrate
south, down my jaw, to my neck, and eventually to my
nipples. He began his usual tease of my nipples;
massaging them with his tongue and then blowing on
them to make them hard. As he did that, I could feel
his hand drifting slowly down my leg and towards my
rapidly hardening cock. I felt his hand stop at the
button of my pants, and one handed he released the
button.

He stopped his tonguing of my nipples and brought
himself down eye level with my now swollen penis,
begging release from its fabric confines. Erik quickly
obliged, and pulled my pants and boxers down in one
motion. Erik immediately grasped my cock in his hand
and began jerking lightly. I moaned out slightly and
thrust up into his hand. I heard him giggle lightly as
I felt his breath getting nearer and nearer to my
cock. Almost seconds later I felt his warm mouth
encircle all 8 inches of my dick. He began slowly
bobbing up and down, pausing to suck the head each
time. It had been weeks since I'd felt his mouth
wrapped around my cock. I felt his hand begin to
squeeze my balls, sending shocks throughout my body. I
then felt his hand drift lower, and began to massage
lightly at my anus. I moaned out, almost my way of
begging his finger to enter me. His finger slid slowly
in, and then began massaging my prostate in the same
rhythm that his mouth was working my dick. Ecstasy was
quickly taking over my body. I knew with only a few
minutes more of this, I would send my juice flowing
down Erik's throat. But I didn't want that this time.
I wanted to feel Erik's cum inside me.

"Erik," I moaned. "Fuck me,"

I felt my cock slip from his mouth and his finger pull
slowly from my anus. He slid up on the blanket and
looked deep into my eyes.

"Are you sure? I didn't bring anything,"

"I'm sure sweety," I replied, squeezing his hand

"Won't it hurt without lube?"

"I've got just the thing," I said, sitting up and
unzipping his pants.

I tossed my shirts towards the pile of clothes we had
started, then continued removing his pants. I tossed
them towards the pile as well, then grasped his cock
in my hand. I jerked up a few times, causing a bubble
of pre-cum to leak from the tip. I licked it up
quickly with my tongue, then dove onto Erik's sweet
meat. He moaned out loudly and thrust up into my
mouth, almost choking me with his throbbing 8 inches.
I sucked him for only a minute then removed him from
my mouth. His cock was now dripping with my saliva. I
lay back on the blanket and motioned Erik towards me
with my finger. He got the hint and placed himself
between my legs.

"If it hurts, just tell me,"

"I'll be fine," I assured him.

"Okay," He said, lifting my legs onto his shoulders.

I felt his cock slowly enter my ass and almost
screamed out in pain. But with the help of the music
playing, I was able to concentrate on more than just
the pain. Once Erik was completely in, he leaned down
and began kissing softly at my neck and he started to
slowly thrust into me. I was quickly lost in the
heaven Erik's cock brought me. I could hear him
moaning lightly in my ear as his cock continued to
rock my world. I felt his hand encircle my painfully
hard cock and begin to jerk it in sync with his
fucking. In almost no time, I screamed out of my
orgasm and clenched my ass tightly around Erik's cock.
He moaned out and almost bit my shoulder as I shot
more than 6 shots of cum in between us. Erik let my
still throbbing cock slip from his grasp as he
continued his blissful pounding. He displayed why I
had given him the nick name of "Marathon Man" as he
continued his fucking for almost 10 minutes more. As
his orgasm neared, he leaned down and whispered "I
love you." into my ear. I then felt him thrust into me
one final time, and felt his cock deposit load after
load of his juice into my ass. I felt him slip his
cock from my ass and then inch up the blanket. He
kissed me softly on the lips then lay his head down on
my chest.

"I love you," He said softly, yawning at the finish of
his statement.

"I love you too," I echoed, beginning to stroke his
hair softly with my hand.

I felt Erik hug me tight to him and then felt his
breathing slow against my chest. I yawned out quietly,
and closed my eyes. As the sandman won our battle, I
heard Jessica hit the high note in "Your Faith in Me."


* * *

When I awoke less than an hour later, Erik was not on
my chest as he had been. I sat up on the blanket, and
crawled over to my clothes. I slipped my pants and
boxers back on then stood up. I grabbed my coat and
slipped it on over my still bare chest and made my way
from the cave. As I walked out, I noticed Erik leaning
against the side, staring at a fire blazing down the
beach. I walked up behind him and slipped my arms
around his waist. He craned his neck back and planted
a kiss softly on my lips.

"Whatcha looking at?" I asked

"The couple down there. Just hoping that this beach
blesses them like it did us," He replied, turning
around.

He grabbed my chin in his hand and kissed me softly on
the lips. I hugged him close to me and kissed him once
more on the cheek.

"I love you Erik,"

"I love you too Adam,"

As our hug parted, our song (Where You Are by Jessica
Simpson & Nick Lachey) began to play. The both of us
giggled slightly at the timing. I slipped my arms
around his neck and he pulled me close to him. I laid
my head against his shoulder, and as the song says, we
danced in the moonlight, just like we used to do.

* * *

"Yeah, hold on, he just got here," I heard as I walked
into my dorm room after my last class of the day.

"Adam, telephone," My roommate, Tristan said, tossing
the phone in my direction.

I picked up the phone and mouthed the words "Who is
it?" to Tristan, but he didn't answer. I was worried.
Since I was in the same area code, the loony bin was
allowing my psycho, I mean mother to call me. I put
the phone up slowly to my ear and cautiously said
hello.

"Hey gorgeous," Erik's deep, sexy voice spoke to me.

"Hey baby, what's going on, its Tuesday. You don't
call until tomorrow," I said sweetly, getting a gag
motion from Tristan. I flipped him off and tossed a
pillow at his head, connecting dead on target.

"I've got some good news," Erik explained.

"What's that?"

"I'm coming to see you!" He exclaimed.

"What?" I asked excitedly. "How?"

"Our exams end 2 weeks before yours do. I talked to my
mom, and she said I could go see you instead of going
home."

"Oh my God babe that is so fucking great. When do you
get here?" I asked, the happiness evident from my
bouncing seated on the bed.

"I'm at the airport right now,"

"What? You slick little bastard, how long have you
been planning this?"

"A month, give or take," He laughed. At the airport I
could just imagine him with his patented grin on his
face, so proud that he'd pulled this off.

"You're in trouble Mister,"

"Promise?"

"Definently,"

"Good, now come get me,"

"I'm on my way,"

"Love you,"

"Love you too," I said, hanging up the phone.

"The boyfriend in town?" Tristan asked as I walked up
next to him and deposited his cordless back onto it's
base.

"Don't play dumb Tris, I know you knew," I said,
slapping him playfully in the back of his head.

"Stop getting physical with me, save it for Erik," He
yelled at my retreating back.

"Oh I plan on it," I said as I shut the door to our
dorm behind me.

I bounded happily down the stairs and ran quickly to
my car. I hopped in and quickly fired up the engine. I
put on Mariah Carey's "Daydream" CD then tossed the
car into reverse. I cranked up the song "Fantasy" to
full blast as I drove to pick up my boyfriend, whom I
hadn't seen in 4 months. Something told me, after this
visit was over, I'd have a whole new batch of sweet
memories to remember.....