Date: Wed, 30 Aug 2000 00:33:05 -0400
From: vader5 <vader5@gateway.net>
Subject: Oliver and I: Installment 3: gay/highschool

Hi everyone, Al here.  Sorry this third installment is so late, but I have
started college recently and I don't get a lot of time to write during the
week.  I'd like to thank everyone who took the time to write me.  I really
enjoy hearing from you, the readers, and I thank you for encouraging me to
continue my story.  Again this is a true story, and I have a lot to tell,
so sit back and enjoy.

Oliver and I
Installment #3:

	My eyes opened slowly to the sight of the morning sunlight filling
the room.  The golden light splashed over everything, and I squinted
slightly as I shifted and turned over on my left side.  When my eyes had
adjusted a familiar silhouette appeared on the bed beside me.  Oliver was
fully awake, laying on one side with is head propped up by one arm, as he
stared contently at me.

	"What time is it?" I asked with a yawn.

	"About 9:00 AM.  Sleep well?"

	"I guess so," I replied.  I was rather surprised that I had slept
in for so long.  It was the most sleep I had gotten in probably the last
few years.  I had high school to thank for ruining my sleep patterns.  I
sighed as I stretched my arms and legs a little before propping myself up
to return Oliver's quiet gaze.  "How long have you been staring like that?"
I asked with a grin.

	"Almost an hour.  I can't help it, you look so cute when you're
sleeping."

	"Thanks," I said.  We both leaned in and kissed each other.  When
we pulled away I put an arm around him and we cuddled close.  I loved
having him near me.  I was just so comfortable having him close to my side.
"The activities start at 11:00 AM when the dealer's building opens, so
we've got time for breakfast."

	"That sounds good to me.  We'll be doing a lot of walking today."

	"Yeah, there's plenty of sights to see."  Then I sat up on the end
of the bed and stood up.  I walked over to the window to look at the sun
rising above the skyscrapers of Atlanta-or "Hotlanta", as it's commonly
known.  Oliver joined me a few seconds later and put his arm around my
waist.  I put my arm around his shoulders and drew him closer as he hugged
my waist tighter.

	"Isn't it beautiful?" he whispered.

	"It sure is," I began, "but you'll probably see much better ones
when you head out west."

	"They won't be as nice without you there to see them with me," he
said in a soft, loving tone.

	"Thanks," I replied as I tilted my head to rest it on his.  "I
appreciate it.  You wanna get ready?"

	"In a minute."

	After we watched the sun a few minutes longer the two of us
rummaged through our things for something to wear.  We knew it was going to
be hot so we both put on shorts and a T-shirt.  As I bent down to tie my
shoes the phone rang.  I was closest so I picked up the phone.

	"Hello," I said.

	"Hey Albert, how's everything going?" sounded my dad's voice over
the receiver.  I could here the anxiousness in his voice.  He always
worried about my brother and I, sometimes to the point he would smother us,
but I loved him for it because I knew he cared.

	"Everything's fine dad.  We had a great time yesterday."  I looked
over and noticed Oliver's face turn a little pale when I said 'dad'.

	"That's good.  I'm glad you're enjoying yourself.  Do you know what
time the dealer's building opens up?"

	"Yeah, 11:00 AM.  Why?"

	"Well your brother wanted to go to see everything today.  He slept
most of yesterday.  Still tired from the trip I guess."  That sounded like
my brother alright.  That kid could sleep through a hurricane.

	"That's cool, I was going to go up there anyway with a friend of
mine.  We can meet up with you guys there.  Sound okay?"

	"That's fine.  See you later.  Bye."

	"Bye."  After that I hung up the phone and looked at Oliver, who
seemed a little worried.  "Something wrong man?"

	"Well...I don't know...do you think it's a good idea to introduce
me to your dad?  I mean, do you think he would suspect anything?"  I smiled
and just pulled him into a playful hug.

	"Don't worry about it, he'll never notice a thing.  He'll think
you're my new best friend-and you are."  I ruffled up his short brown hair.
"Besides, if I'm going to pull of what I have in mind, you and my dad are
going to have to get to know each other real well."

	"What have you got planned?  You've got that smirk on your face
like you're up to something."

	"Never mind that.  We'll talk about it later."

	"Are you sure this is a good idea?"

	"Yes I'm sure.  Now quit worrying, we're here to have some fun,
remember?"

	"Alright, I trust you," he said, easing up a little.

	After I got my shoes and a ball cap on I walked over and found the
backpack that I had brought with me.

	"I'll take this with me, just in case we find some stuff we want to
buy.  This way it'll be easier to carry."

	"Okay.  Do you have the room key?"

	"Yeah, you have yours?"

	"Yep."

	"Okay, lets go then."

	It was about 9:45 AM when we finally reached the food court for
breakfast.  Unlike the previous morning I came, the place was crowded with
all sorts of people. There were several that were already in their costumes
and ready to parade in the streets.  Oliver and I looked around for a place
to eat.

	"Hey Oliver.  Over here," I said, pointing to the place I had gone
to the day before.  "The line seems to be moving quicker."

	"Cool," he replied as he rushed ahead to get a place in line.  I
quickly caught up and joined him.  "I hope the food's good."

	"Same shit you had yesterday," I said with a grin.

	"You came here yesterday morning?"

	"Yeah."

	"Well then I've got something to look forward to."

	Finally after about 10 minutes in line it was our turn to order.

	"Well, welcome back honey!" a familiar voice called out from behind
the counter.  "You sho must like my cookin!"

	"Yes ma'am," I said as I looked up to see the same old woman I had
met yesterday morning.  "You remember me?"

	"Uh huh, sho do baby.  I gots a knack fo faces n' such.  What can I
get fo ya now?"

	"Same as yesterday," I said.

	"Now my mind ain't all dat great," she said laughing.

	"Okay, I'll have bacon, eggs and toast please."

	"Make that two," Oliver chimed in.

	"Oh, so dis here's your friend you bought breakfast for yesterday
mornin'," the lady said with a smile.  Oliver blushed a little and looked
down briefly.

	"Yes ma'am," he said in his strong German accent.

	"See, old Mama Agnes know.  I had six kids my own self and I can
read em' likes a book."  When she had our orders ready I paid her and waved
as I turned to leave.  "Y'all stay outta trouble now, ya hear?"

	"We will," shouted Oliver as he followed close behind me.  "I wish
the hospitality was that great back home."

	"So do I," I said, still looking for a table.  Finally a spot
opened up and we jumped on it.  It was a quarter after 10:00 so we opened
up our boxes and began eating.  "We've still got some time before we have
to meet up with my dad in the Apparel Mart.

	"That's good.  I really like this food."  I had to smile at him.
He was eating like it was something new to him.  But, I guess a lot of this
was new to him.

	"I'm glad you like it.  You might want to slow down before you
choke though.  It might last longer," I joked.

	"Sorry," he giggled.  "So what do you want to see first?"

	"Well, I thought we could just stroll around the dealer's room and
maybe get a few autographs."

	"That sounds good.  From what I remember from the last two days
there is plenty of ground to cover in that building."

	"Yeah, it's pretty huge.  That should take up a good part of the
morning."

	"After that there's a sci-fi art show across the street in the
other building we were in.  I'd like to see some of the art there."

	"I'd like that too.  There's supposed to be a few professional
demonstrations over there in the afternoon."  I was really glad that he had
an appreciation for art.  As we continued to eat our breakfast I looked up
at his beautiful chiseled face.  I brought my hand up to touch my own face
and realized that I had grown quite a lot of stubble, so I made a mental
note to myself to shave later.

	When we finished eating it was close to 10:45 AM so the two of us
disposed of our trash and found the escalator that would take us back up to
street level.  I really wanted to hold his hand, or put an arm around him,
or something, but there were way too many people around and I didn't want
to chance it.  God I felt so frustrated!  Oliver reflexively moved his hand
to hold mine but caught himself and pulled away as he looked around him for
others nearby.  The look in his pretty blue eyes told me that he shared my
frustrations.  This is when I decided to change the subject to keep our
minds off of the present and awkward situation.

	"We'd better take our D-CON badges out, or they won't let us into
the dealers' room."

	"Good idea," he said, pulling his from his pants pocket and putting
it around his neck.  "So, what autographs did you want to get?"

	"Well, I'd like to get Prowse (Vader), Bulloch (Boba Fett), Le
Parmentier (Admiral Motti), and maybe Blake (7 other characters in Episode
1).  I got some pictures with them when we escorted them yesterday, but
never had time for an autograph with any of them."

	"Yeah, I'd like to get their autographs as well.  Maybe a few more
pictures too.  Did you remember your camera?"

	"I wouldn't leave without it, and I've got plenty of film if you
need it."

	In no time we were on the street.  Our destination, the Apparel
Mart, was two blocks from the Hyatt.  Surprisingly there was little
traffic, so we made the journey rather quickly.  We welcomed the blast of
cool air in the building after being in the Atlanta heat for a good portion
of the morning.  We were in the lobby of the building, and to our right was
the grand entrance to the dealers' room where we had been over the last two
days in costume.

	"Here we are," said Oliver as we walked over just off to the side
of the entrance.  "It's almost 11:00 so your dad and brother should be here
soon," he added as he looked nervously down at his watch.

	"Stop worrying, he won't notice a thing."

	"I know, I know, I'm sorry.  I just hope he approves of me."

	"Why wouldn't he?  What's not to like?" I said with a big smile and
ruffled his short brown hair.  "Look, here they come now."  My dad quickly
found me in the crowd of faces and motioned my brother to follow.

	"Hey Albert," my dad said as he approached.

	"Hey dad," I replied.  "Dad, I'd like you to meet Oliver.  He's the
one who's letting me use his room for the weekend."

	"Nice to meet you Oliver," my dad said as he shook Oliver's hand.

	"Good to meet you too sir," Oliver said, putting on his best smile.

	"So you guys having fun?"  Oliver and I gave each other a sidelong
glance and answered yes in unison.  When two of us were together we
couldn't be happier.

	"Well we'd better go inside.  There's a lot of stuff to see," I
said.

	"Okay," my dad said.

	All four of us passed through the entrance, showing our badges to
the guards.  Once inside we stopped to take it all in.  Endless rows of
tables stretched across the room for as far as we could see.  I could see
so much more now that I didn't have fogged up goggles obstructing my view.

	"Where shall we start?" Oliver asked.  My brother had already
headed in one direction, so my dad rolled his eyes and began to follow.

	"We'll catch up with you later," I called after him.  He heard me
and nodded his head.  My brother was 14, and had one hell of an attitude.
He and I rarely got along very well, and yet we still shared the same
bedroom.  I hated that because I had no privacy at all, and I would spend a
lot of extra time in the bathroom, if you know what I mean.  He had
definitely inherited my mother's mood swings.  Mother.  Backstabbing bitch
was more like it.  The thought of her left my mind as quickly as it came.
I was here to have fun, and it would be with the person I loved.  "What do
you say we start down at this end," I suggested.

	"Sounds good to me," Oliver said.  We started walking in the
opposite direction that my brother and dad had gone a few moments before.
There was so much to see, and so little time.  "You know, I kind of like
your dad."

"See?  That wasn't so bad.  Once he gets to know you he'll put his guard
down some.  That's just how he is."

"I guess that makes sense."

"Besides, he's gonna be seeing a lot of you if I have anything to do with
it.  Well, I'll be seeing a lot of you anyway," I said with a devilish
grin.

"I hope so."

Our first stop was at a booth that sold modeling kits for science fiction
movies.  We were both pretty serious collectors when it came to Star Wars
merchandise, and the action figure booths were next on our hit list.  The
prices for most of the stuff were pretty high, but you could find a good
deal if you looked hard enough.  We didn't see anything we wanted at the
first booth so we moved on.  The tables were endless and the people were
abundant already.  We browsed at a few tables until we came to one corner
booth.  Bill "Splat" Johnson, as he is known, was sitting there signing
autographs near a few of his props.  This guy made all sorts of props like
dead bodies, body parts, and so on for horror films.  He would later go on
to make props for the Patriot starring Mel Gibson.  Though pretty gruesome
and realistic, we both really liked his stuff, and we decided to get an
autograph.  I signed picture was only $5.00 then, and we each got one.
After the Patriot was made a year later the value of the pictures
skyrocketed.  Did we get lucky!

We talked to him a while about how he made his props, how long it took him
to complete them, and stuff like that.

	"That was really cool," Oliver said as we continued down the rows
of tables.

	"Yeah, I thought so too.  Did you see how realistic that corps was?
I was waiting for it to get up and walk away."

	"Me too," he laughed.  "Hey look at those costumes!"  I looked up
ahead of us and saw a group of Klingons.  The costumes were really neat.

	"Come on, let's get our picture with them," I suggested.

	"Good idea."

	We approached the group and asked for a picture.  They were more
than happy to, so Oliver and I gave our cameras to a person nearby and they
took our picture.  What a great shot that was!  We then commented on how
great their costumes were, and thanked them for posing with us.  We
continued on.

	Before we knew it, it was 1:00 and we had made it halfway through
the place.  We now stood in the back where the movie stars were giving
autographs.  We quickly spotted the four guys we had escorted earlier and
got in line.  First it was Dave Prowse.  When it was our turn Dave looked
up and smiled.

	"Hey, aren't you the young officer who was in the escort
yesterday?" he said to Oliver.

	"Yes sir," he said, "and this was the Vader in yesterday's escort."
Oliver nodded his head in my direction.

	"Wow! You guys had really great costumes.  I think you could give
George Lucas a run for his money."

	"Thanks," we said together.

	"Here, I'll tell you what.  The guys and I will give you free
autographs for your help this weekend.  You paraded us in style!"

	"Gee thanks Mr. Prowse, we'd like that.  Do you think we could get
a group photo as well?" I asked hopefully.

	"Sure, no problem at all.  Come on over."  I motion the other 3
guys over and we all huddled for a group shot.  Then we got autographed
pictures from all of them.

	"We'd really like to thank you again guys," Oliver said to them as
we received out pictures.

	"It was our pleasure."  Mr. Le Parmentier said.  "Are you to coming
next year?"

	"You bet!" I replied with a joyous grin.

	"We can't wait!" Oliver added.

	We said our good-byes and continued through the building.  We saw a
lot more cool costumes and took plenty of pictures.  In one area there were
tons of female models for Playboy and such who were signing autographs.  Of
course we bypassed that as quickly as possible which saved us some time.
Shortly after Oliver grabbed my arm and led me away from the booth I was
currently at.

	"Come here," he said.  "You just have to see this."

	"What?" I asked.  He took me a few tables down to where there was a
woman selling tons of clothing-most of it corsets and braziers made of
varying materials for sci-fi costumes like Buffy the Vampire Slayer.  He
walked up to this really skimpy corset of metal-studded leather.

	"What do think?" he said with a mocking smile, joking around as he
held it up to his chest.

	"Wild man!" I laughed as I took out my camera.  He gave me a
seductive looking pose with it and I took a few shots.  Man can he make me
laugh.

	"Hey, I think I'll get you one of these," he said sarcastically.

	"It'll be a cold day in hell before I wear anything like that," I
quipped.  He shrugged and we both laughed.  After we saw a few more tables
I noticed that it was almost 2:00 PM.  There was supposed to be an art
demonstration at 2:00 PM across the street in the Merchandise Mart.

	"Oliver, do want to go with me to that art demonstration we talked
about earlier?"

	"Sure, let's go.  I really want to see this.  I'd like you to
demonstrate your own artistic talent for me as well."

	"What art will I be demonstrating?" I asked with a sly grin.

	"You've got a dirty mind," he said with a smile as he jabbed his
elbow into my arm.

	"Okay, it'll be my pleasure."  Then we made our exit and crossed
the street to where the art show was.  We got to the demonstration just in
time to get a seat close to the front.  All of the stuff was already set
up, and shortly after we sat down the guest artist, Larry Elmore, came in
and introduced himself.  After a brief autobiography he got down to
business and explained what paints and tools he was going to use.  He
worked rather quickly as he sketched a figure of a dragon on his canvas.
Then he picked up his brushes and began to paint.  He paid close attention
to detail and took his time.  The whole time he would give pointers and
techniques as he went along.  Two hours passed by and it was time to go.
Though he didn't finish the painting, it was really neat to see him work.
This guy was really talented.  When the demo was over Oliver and I were
able to talk to him about his career, paintings he'd done and other stuff
like that.  He was really nice, and gave me tips for a lot of stuff.  I
thanked him for his time and we were off.  It was about 4:30 PM when we
made it back across the street to the dealers' room.

	"That was really fun, I enjoyed it," Oliver said.

	"Yeah, me too.  That guy was really good.  I hope I become as
successful as he has."

	"Don't worry, you'll be the best damn artist out there."  He threw
caution to the wind and put his arm around my shoulder.

	"Thanks," I smiled.  I brought my hand up and playfully ruffled up
his perfect brown hair.

	"Oh man, not the hair!" he whined as he began fixing it.  I just
did it again.  He let out a sigh and gave up and just smiled.  I loved that
smile of his.  I could never seem to get enough of it.  That face of his
just brought so much joy to my heart, and I tried as best I could not to
give him a big hug and kiss.  "Do you want to eat now or have a late
dinner?"

	"We'll have a late dinner-on me."

	"No, you got breakfast," he argued.

	"So what?  I'm buying, and that's that.  You can thank me later," I
whispered with a devilish grin on my face.

	"Fine."  He just smiled and gave me a pat on the back.  "You've got
yourself a deal."  With that said we continued to look around for probably
another half an hour before we decided to leave.

We had picked up a few things that we wanted-and could afford-and then we
made our way back into the street.  Despite the air being so humid, the two
of us agreed to take a walk around the downtown to see what was there.
Both of us were eager to see Atlanta, since we had never been in such a big
city before.  We walked all over the place, trying to memorize the location
every street and building.  We came across a small mall complex about 5
blocks from the hotel and decided to go in and look around.

"Hey, check that out," Oliver said as he pointed a finger towards a small
booth in the main drag of the mall.  It was a small photo booth-you know,
the kind you sit in, close the curtain, and get your picture taken.  I
looked into his beautiful sea blue eyes and smiled.

"Cool, let's go," I replied as I grabbed his arm and pulled him over.  We
both crammed into the small booth and looked up at the camera.  We put our
arms around each other and let our heads rest together as we both smiled.
Our picture came up on the screen and we picked the size we wanted.  We
chose a few small ones, which we both quickly put into our wallets.  Since
there were curtains sealing us off from the rest of the world in the booth,
I leaned in and gave Oliver a big hug and a kiss.  He let his eyes fall
half shut and returned the loving embrace.

"I've had such a great time today," he whispered as we finished our kiss.

"Me too.  It wouldn't have been the same without you," I said.

"Well, we'd better go.  People might get suspicious," he said with a smirk.

"Yeah, you're probably right.  Let's go."

After we looked around a while longer we began our long walk back to the
hotel.  When we got there it was almost 8:00, and I knew that my dad and
brother would be back at their hotel by now-probably wondering what
happened to us.

"You ready to eat?" Oliver asked as we strode into the Hyatt's lobby.

"In a minute.  I had better give my dad a call though.  If I know him he's
probably worried sick.  Is there a pay phone around?"

"Yeah, over at that end around the corner."

"Cool, I'll be right back."  I jogged over to the phone, picked up the
receiver, and put in the proper change.  I dialed the number and it was
picked up on the first ring.  Now I knew my dad was worried.  "Hey dad,
that you?"

"Yeah, where've you been?  I was worried about you.  Why didn't you call?"
I knew he was a little upset so I cut in before he asked too many more
questions.

"Dad, don't worry, we're fine.  Oliver and I just wanted to walk around the
city a little that's all.  We're back at the Hyatt, ready to get something
to eat."

"Are you sure everything's okay?  You need any..."

"I'm fine dad," I cut him off.  "I'll talk to ya later, okay?"

"Okay, just call if you need something."

"I will, bye."  When I hung up I noticed that Oliver had come up beside me
and was standing there with a grin.

"Everything okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, my dad's just very overprotective."

"That's not a bad thing you know.  At least he cares about you."

"I guess, it's just that he can be so smothering sometimes."

"I know what you mean.  My parents threw a fit when I told them I wanted to
come stay in America for over a year.  It took me a lot of time-and my 18th
birthday-to persuade them to let me come.  I must say all that hard work
paid off."  He smiled at me and put a friendly hand on my shoulder.

"Thanks.  Now let's eat."

"Great, where to?"

"Right over there," I said, pointing a finger to the opposite side of the
lobby where the hotel's own restaurant was located.  It was a pretty high
class looking place, and the meals were expensive, but I was going to treat
Oliver tonight.

"Awe, you don't have to do that.  We can go someplace else if it's too
costly."

"It's okay, I want to.  Remember, my treat," I said with grin.

"It's really not neces..." I put a hand up to prevent him to finish his
protest and began walking to the restaurant's entrance.  When we got there
one of the hostesses showed us led us to a nice secluded table in the back
of the room.  There were few people here since it was so late, and Oliver
and I enjoyed having the extra room to breathe.  The place was really nice,
and the service was excellent.  After we ordered we decided to settle down
and talk a little.

"Thanks for taking me out tonight," Oliver said in a sincere tone.

"It's my pleasure," I replied.  He made a quick glance around the area to
ensure that no one was in sight before he spoke.

"Your eyes are pretty in this light," he said.  I was flattered by the
comment and I could feel my face blush as I looked down at the table.

"Thanks."  He brought his hand over and lifted my chin so that we were
looking straight at each other.

"They remind me of the icy blue glaciers in the sea."  This time I held my
composure and looked deep into his eyes-his soul.

"And yours are as blue as the deepest ocean," I stated.  I took his hand
from my chin and put it in my own as we continued to look into each other's
eyes.  His eyes were so deep, and I could see right through him as if I
could feel his thoughts.  He smiled and lightly squeezed my hand.  What I
saw as uncertainty a few nights before was now an overwhelming joy in those
eyes that I had become so fond of.  He seemed genuinely happy, and so was
I.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too man.  I love you too."

Soon after the waitress returned with our food.  We thanked her and
continued to talk as we ate.  We talked about everything that had happened
throughout the course of the day.  We both agreed that we had had one hell
of a good time, and we already making plans for the next day.  We wanted to
do as much together as possible since there was only one more day left of
the convention.  'One more day,' I thought to myself.  How quickly the time
goes. Well anyway, when we had finished our dinner it was close to 10:00 PM
so I went to the register and paid the bill.  Then the two of us made our
way back to the room.

"Thanks again for dinner Albert, I really enjoyed it."

"No problem.  I'm glad you had a nice time."  The elevator stopped on the
8th floor and I pulled the key card from my wallet to open the door.  I had
left the air conditioner on so it was still nice and cool inside.  I was
the first one in and Oliver shut the door behind us.

"Wanna shower?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Sure, why not?"

We kicked off our shoes and stripped off what little clothing we had.  I
grabbed some soap and shampoo and then walked into the bathroom.  Oliver
had already turned on the water and pulled me into the shower as I walked
in.  The water was warm, and it felt great rolling over my still achy
muscles.  Oliver wrapped his arms up around my neck and pressed his thin
lips against mine.  His tongue parted my lips and crawled down my mouth.  I
slowly sucked on his tongue a few times before I moved my own tongue into
his mouth.  After a few minutes of tongue wrestling in each other's
embrace, we separated and I grabbed the soap.  I started with his back,
chest, and arms and then moved down to his legs as I worked up a good
lather on him.  I took my left hand and ran it up and down his ass crack.
I let my fingers rub the edge of his rosebud to relax him some.  Then I
cupped his soft manhood into my other hand-balls and all-and carefully
massaged it as I continued to work on his crack.  Oliver moaned softly.
Then he reached down and stopped me.

"Please, not yet," he said.  "I don't want to cum yet."

"Okay," I whispered.  I got down on my knees and paid more attention to
washing his beautiful German cock.  I slid back the foreskin of his half
hard-on and thoroughly washed the head, shaft, and balls.  When I finished
I stood up and he took the soap from me.  He soaped me up really good and
let his slender hands run over the whole surface of my body.  He paid close
attention to my lower regions and was careful not to squeeze my balls too
hard when he washed them.  I was fully hard now and pulled him in for
another kiss.  The water ran over our naked bodies, rinsing us off.  I
could feel my dick sandwiched in between our bellies and I allowed my self
to move my hips just enough to make my cock slide.  It felt so good.  When
we came up for air we finished rinsing each other and turned off the water.
We stepped out and toweled ourselves dry.  I reached for the clean pair of
boxers on the counter but decided against it.  Instead I just walked out of
the bathroom naked over to the bedside.  Oliver followed in suit and we
both fell on the bed in a loving embrace.  We kissed some more as we rolled
around on the bed with each other.  Our hands wandered everywhere.  I
reversed our position so that he was on top of me and I started rubbing his
ass with two hands.  His butt was smooth as silk, and I let my hands
massage that area as he worked on my nipples with slicked fingers.  We were
both hard as hell and our dicks pressed into each other's groin.

"God I love you," he said as he broke our kiss.  He sat up in a straddling
position on my stomach and let his hands run over my pecks and shoulders.
"And you're such a great kisser too."

"I love you too babe."  Oliver smiled widely as we held each other's gaze.
I remembered that gaze from the restaurant.  Then, without another word he
bent down and kissed me again.  I wrapped my arms around him and rolled
over to reverse positions again.  This time I was on top so I positioned my
arms on the bed on either side to keep myself propped up so that he
wouldn't get crushed under my weight.  I broke the mouth to mouth and
started kissing his neck.  I worked my way down slowly onto his chest and
then to his navel.  I flicked my tongue in and out of his belly button a
few times before following the light fuzzy trail of hair down to his small
patch of dark pubes.  I brought my head up just long enough to see that
Oliver had his head stretched back with his eyes closed and arms spread
wide apart.  I moved my face down and took just his cock head into my
mouth.  As I sucked slowly I played with his balls and lightly ticked his
pubes with a finger.  This drove him wild and I could feel his body tense a
little.

"Ooohhh that feels sooo goood," he moaned in complete ecstasy.  Then I took
my finger and stuck it in my mouth.  After it was wet I proceeded to insert
it ever so slowly into his ass.  "Ooohhh," he moaned as his body stiffened.
I pulled off him for just a second.

"Relax," I said to him softly.  "Just relax."  Just then he began to settle
down a little and I was able to slip my finger all the way in.  I wrapped
my lips around his throbbing cock, this time taking it all in.  My head
bobbed up and down as my finger messaged his prostate.  His moans grew
louder and he put both hands on the back of my head as his hips gyrated to
match my rhythm.  After only a few minutes of this his body tensed again
and his hips thrusted up one last time before he came in my mouth.  I
sucked every last drop from him and swallowed eagerly.  When he was done
his entire body sank into the mattress and I continued to suck on his dick
until it became soft.

"Thanks," he said when he finally opened his beautiful blue eyes.  There
was a smile on his face as he let his head fall back into the pillow.

"Any time."  I crawled over and kissed him.  His arms came up around me and
pulled me in closer.  We rolled around so that he was lying on top of my
chest as we kissed.  After a few minutes he slid himself down my body,
letting his slender fingers glide over the lightly colored hair on my chest
and torso.  "You don't need to do me tonight.  I'm sure you're tired," I
told him as he eyed my swollen hard-on.  He shot me a look of sincere
puzzlement.

"After all the stuff you did for me today it's the least I can do to repay
you."

"You don't owe me anything.  Having you at my side is all I could want."  I
smiled warmly at him as he blushed slightly.

"Fine then.  I love you, and I want to do this."

"Okay," I responded.  Oliver brought his hand up and pushed me back into
the pillow as he kissed my neck and made his way down to my groin.  I was
harder than I had been in days and I thought I would explode any second.
Oliver wrapped a thumb and finger around the base of my dick so that the
head swelled and the veins stuck out.  Then he began to lick my entire
shaft with his wet tongue.  I felt so good and moaned in pleasure as he
swallows my cock.  He was able too take about 4 to 5 of my 7 inches before
gagging.  He just slid his warm mouth up and down on my woody as I lay
there with my arms and legs stretched out on the bed.  I tried to lift my
hips in an attempt to fit more in but Oliver held me down and continued to
work on the head of my dick.  "I'm gonna cuuummm!" I said as his movements
gained speed.  Then, just as I was ready Oliver removed his fingers from
around the base of my cock and using the palm of his hand he pushed my
balls gently against my body.  The sensation was great and I shot my hot
load into his mouth.  I must have shot about 6 strands, and I could feel
some of it dribbling down my shaft and onto my balls.  Oliver swallowed
what he could and then licked up the rest from my crotch.  I was sapped of
all energy and just lay there as he crawled back up on top of me.

"How was that?" he asked.

"It was great," I said with a sigh of exhaustion.  "Thanks."

"The pleasure was all mine, love."  My heart fluttered when he said that.
I held him on me and kissed his forehead.  His eyes were so beautiful, and
looking at them made me feel that I would melt.  The love radiated from his
eyes as I stroked his hair with one hand.

"I love you so much."

"I love you more," he said with a grin.

"Okay smart ass!" I said as I threw him off me to the side of the bed.  I
planted myself over him and tickled the shit out of him.

"O...<giggle>...Okay.  Stop it p...<giggle>...please!" he screamed with
uncontrollable laughter.  "N...<giggle>...No!  Please st...stop!  I
beg...<giggle>...you!"

"Alright, since you begged," I said with a big smile on my face.

"You enjoy that don't you?"

"Yep."  I just smiled as I rolled off to allow him to prop himself up on
his side.

"Come here you big lug," he said as he embraced me in a hug.  "God you're
so cute."  I just blushed.  Just feeling his body close to mine made me
feel secure.  I held on to him, not wanting to let go.

"You're not half bad yourself," I said with a light chuckle.

"Gee, thanks," he replied sarcastically.  I hugged him tighter.  "Hey
buddy, not too hard."

"Sorry," I said loosening my iron grip.  "I just love you too much."

"I know.  Just be careful, I'm no heavyweight ya know," he said with a big
grin as he eyed his own slender figure.  Then we rolled so that he was
lying on top of me, and he gave me a kiss.  I returned the kiss and
afterwards we just lay there, staring into each other's eyes.  We stayed
like that for a long time. He carefully put his head down on my chest as I
stroked his hair.  'My angel', I thought to myself as I looked down at him.
It was an intimate moment, and I wanted to remember it.

"I wish we could stay like this forever," I said.

"Me too," Oliver sighed.  "Albert?"

"Yeah?"

"When do you think we'll see each other again?"

"Well, I don't know," I answered honestly.  "Soon I hope.  I'm sure we can
work something out."

"I hope so.  I can't imagine being without you for too long a time."

"I'd miss you too.  But, I want you to see what you came to see first.  I
want you to see America, take it all in, and enjoy yourself.  There's a lot
to see out there, and I want you to tell me all about it."

"It won't be the same without you there."  I could here his voice lower to
a dull whisper.

"I wish I didn't have to let you go, but we'll be okay.  I expect
postcards!  Lots of post cards!" I said grinning, trying to lighten the
mood some.  He laughed and hugged me again.

"Don't worry, you'll get plenty of post cards.  I have a cell phone and a
lap top too."

"See there?  It's gonna be like we never left each other."  We smiled
widely at one another.

"I guess you're right."

"Awe, you're so cute when you smile," I said as I pinched his cheek.
Oliver turned red and brushed my hand away.

"Oh stop that, you sound like my mother."  I laughed at him and ruffled his
hair.

"Awe man, not the hair," he whined.

"Come on, you know you like it," I said as I did it again.

"A little, maybe," he said.  "Only because it's you."  He smiled again and
my heart melted.  His smile always made me happy.

"Well, we'd better get some sleep.  We've got a long day ahead of us.'

"Yeah, it's pretty late huh?" he said after looking at the clock.  It was
almost midnight.  "Just hold me."  I did just that.  He turned his back to
me and allowed himself to sink into my waiting grasp.  His head was against
my chest as I wrapped my arms around his torso ever so gently.  I could
feel his body heat warming my skin despite the cool air of the room.  He
was shivering just a little, so I reached over with one hand and pulled the
covers over us.

"There we go," I whispered.

"Thanks.  I feel so safe here with you."

"That's good.  I'd never let anything happen to you, and I want you to
believe that."

"I do.  I could see it in your eyes when you held me.  I trust you."

"Thanks," I replied.

"Look, I know it's been a rough time for you, with your mother leaving and
all, but I want you to feel free to talk to me any time.  Your troubles are
my troubles, and I want to be there for you.  We're a team," he said as he
twisted his head back to meet my gaze.

"Team," I said slowly, taking in the full meaning of the word.  "I will,
you can bet on it."  I kissed him on the forehead and he rested back
against my chest.  He was right, we were a team.  And as much as I didn't
want to weigh him down with my problems, I knew I couldn't handle them all
alone.  I had been a loner all my life.  I never had many friends, I went
through grade school as the object of everyone's jokes, and I always pushed
people away.  I had become so miserable inside that I separated myself from
society and allowed all of that anger to bottle up within me.  My whole
life I was barraged with obstacles, and I was able to overcome them-but it
was at the price of my own happiness.  I felt like God had abandoned me
when I needed him the most, and the older I got, the less my catholic faith
seemed to help.  Life had become more complicated, and I was alone to face
the world.  And then Oliver came along.  My 'gift from above'.  Maybe I
hadn't been forgotten after all.

"Goodnight," I said.

"Goodnight."

I held him close to my heart, feeling every breath he took as he slowly
drifted off to sleep in my arms.  I finally had someone to share my life
with, and keeping that in mind, I fell asleep.


I hope you enjoyed this 3rd installment.  There will be one more to finish
off the weekend very soon. After which I will continue to write about
Oliver and I. Please make comments at vader5@gateway.net; I'd love to hear
from you.