Date: Wed, 03 Nov 2004 23:33:22 -0600
From: James Clark <niftywriterjc@hotmail.com>
Subject: Out of a Dream: Chapter 9-- Happy Daze

I don't know about all of you, but i really liked the last chapter.  I
hope everybody enjoys this one.  As always, my e-mail is
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 Out of a Dream
           by:
 James Clark

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 Chapter 9- Happy Daze

 When I woke up the next morning, Wyatt was still asleep, snoring so
softly it was barely noticeable.  I looked at his beautiful face, covered
by a few errant shocks of black hair, such a contrast to his boyish, but
pale skin.  He's lost the little bit of a tan he develped during the
summer, but in my eyes, he's just as handsome as ever.  No words could
ever describe the radiance issuing from him.  Not just beauty, no, but
something more, something deeper, his very soul giving comfort to those
around him.  I can't believe he's here beside me, unharmed except for the
bruise on his side.  Things could have been so much worse...

 Thanking God for fall break, daycare, and the fact that my mom's at
work, I get out of the bed slowly and quietly, not wanting to disturb my
partner.  I smile to myself, thinking that's such an unusual word,
partner.  He's even more than that; he's my soulmate.  After I walk into
the kitchen, I look around for something to cook, something romantic, but
breakfasty.  I decide on pancakes with powdered sugar, topped with Cool
Whip and sliced, lightly sugared strawberries.  After about twenty
minutes of mixing, cooking, and fixing, a nice plate of pancakes are
prepared.  I love to cook, in case I haven't mentioned it.  Its amazing I
don't look like a balloon, as much as I eat, but I guess an hour and a
half of marching each morning gets rid of some calories.  I put the plate
on a breakast tray, a really big one that doesn't get used often, big
enough for the two of use to put over our laps, as long as our sides
touch.  I think about getting him OJ, but I decide on two glasses of iced
tea.

 I come in the room as he starts stretching and sitting up.  He looks so
cute when he yawns, I can't help but giggle.

 "Something smells really good.  I forgot that I hadn't had dinner last
night", he says with an appreciative smile.

 "Strawberry pancakes.  Sit up and scoot over, sleepyface."

 "Anything for you, love bug", he says.  Dear Jesus, what a pitiful pet
name.  I want to laugh, but I'm not sure if he was serious or not.

 "Dig in", I say, after I get in the bed, still naked, mind you, and put
the tray across us.

 "You don't have to tell me twice."

 "So, what do you want to do today?  Where does your dad think you are?"

 "Well, you might get a little mad at me for this, but I'll tell you
anyway.  He thinks that me and Heather were going to do it tonight.
Heather covered for us, and told him that her parents were going to be
out of town, and that she wanted me to come over.  He was so happy that
his little boy wasn't a fudgepacker that he didn't even realize that he
wasn't doing a very good job of parenting.  In short, I can stay with you
as much as we want this week, as long as its okay with Heather", Wyatt
tells me in a conspiratorial tone.

 "You sly puppydog!  Remind me to give Heather a humongous hug next time
I see her.  I love her so much!"  Suddenly, Wyatt looks a little
different.

 "No, Wyatt!  Not like that!  You know by now that I'm about as straight
as a circle", I say with a smile.

 "Yeah, I know, but  I couldn't help it.  I guess its because most people
aren't like us.  When they say they love somebody of the opposite sex, it
means more.  I'm sorry, though."

 "Its okay, don't worry about it.  Just don't think like that anymore.
You need to know that I love you, and only you now.  I couldn't be this
way with anyone else", I say, staring at his eyes.  Those eyes... those
warm, blue, clear eyes that can make me drift away into them, without
ever knowing that I'd been lost.  I love those eyes.  I've been told a
million times that I have pretty eyes, that my eyes were absolutely
divine, even, but I don't know how my eyes can even compare to the
opulent blue contained in his.  Wyatt finally says something, snapping me
out of my daze.

 "Umm... I don't mean to embarass you, but are you ok down there?  I
mean, it doesn't hurt or anything, does it?"

 I look at him with a puzzled expression at first, but then my eyebrows
elevate and I say "Oh!  Nah, not really.  I'm a little sore, but that's
just cuz you have a really thick cock.  That thing has to be as big
around as it is long, Wyatt.  I'm sort of jealous, to tell you the
truth", I say, my eyes looking slightly downward, avoiding contact with
his.

 "Yours is just right, any bigger and I couldn't fit it all in my mouth,
I'm sure of it."

 "Well, we can find out after I go put up this tray", I say, waggling my
eyebrows outrageously.  As I walk out of the room, I notice that the
sheet is tenting out a good bit.  Oooo, I love his dick.  It gives me
shivers down my spine.

 When I came back though, he was posed for me on the bed, like a
supermodel on his side.  I suddenly realized how much lust I held in, and
my cock let me know immediately.  I realized that he probably could be a
model, if he actually tried for it.  Man, I'm lucky!  I can't help but
giggle as he sticks out his toungue at me and crosses his eyes.  His face
just looks so outrageous like that.  I give him a look to let him know
how much I want him, and I go over to the bed.  As I start to put one
knee up on it to hoist myself on, he lets go of the pose and grabs me
around the waist and flips me under him.  Now my hands are above my head,
and his head is at my chest.  His hair seems so vividly alive, I just
want to run my hands through its clean, fragrant thickness.  Wyatt is no
girly boy, if a man ever smelled like a man, its him.  He's not overly
macho, so he's the perfect mix for me.

 He moves his way up, till his face and mine are level, and he plants
small, light kisses all over my neck, leaving no love marks.  Then, he
raises his head to look me in the eyes.

 "Do you mind if we just lay like this for a while?  I feel so safe here,
I don't want to move right now", he says, his eyes earnestly imploring
me.

 "Of course, Wyatt", I whisper, almost breathless at his beauty.  We lay
like that, me underneath him, him laying on top of me, but under the
sheets, and without enough weight to hurt me, just a pleasant pressing
warmth.  If you've ever been there, done that, then you know exactly how
I felt, how good it feels to meld your body against one who loves you.  I
love him so much, to be separate from him is to feel an unspeakable
pain.  Those eyes... I still can't get over them;deep glacial blue,
darkening in the presence of pain.  Mine or his own.

 I feel his hot breath against my neck, where he is nuzzling his head
against me.  He kisses me on the neck, slower this time, longer, wetter
kisses.  He sucks against my neck, just below the jawline, and below the
ear.  His nearly hairless body grinds against me now, his organ hardening
to an incredible intensity.  Then, he snakes his way downward, seeking
his prize.  My now hard six inch slender organ sticks straight up towards
his mouth.  He opens his mouth, covering the teeth with his full, but not
quite pouty lips.  Wyatt lowers his head, completely engulfing my penis.
He begins to bob his head up and down on me, and now I'm writhing
underneath his hold.  I can feel my orgasm building already, and I warn
Wyatt.

 "Wyatt, man, I'm gonna cum", I tell him.  He just keeps right on sucking
me until I cry out, groaning and moaning.  My seed shootst out of my
cock, filling his mouth to the brim.  I had never cum that much before,
except maybe last night.

 "Oh my God", I say, breathing hard.  He pulls off of my now softening
cock.

 "Did you really like it that much?", he asked me with a mischevious
smile.

 "Oh yeah.  I...", I just trail off, not knowing what to say.  He brings
his face back level with mine, and kisses me, putting his tongue deep
into my mouth.  I can taste my semen is his spit.  Its so wonderful.  We
pull away from each other, and lay back in the bed.

 "James, do you want to go do something?  I dunno, like go skating?",
Wyatt said.

 "Yeah, let's go skateboarding!"

 I grab my board, plus my extra (just in case), and we go down to a more
secluded and rarely visited part of town.  It wasn't really a bad
neighborhood or anything, it was just rundown.  I handed Wyatt my extra,
and we started skating.  After I ramped and jumped off of everything I
could find, I sat down and watched Wyatt skate around.  He had taken his
shirt off and tossed it on the step beside where I was sitting.  After a
while of watching him, I realize yet again how incredibly lucky I am.
He's so beautiful that I can't even explain it to you now.  I know all
this mushy stuff must be getting old, but you just have no idea how much
I love this guy.  I'll never leave him.

 "James... Earth to James... Come in James", Wyatt says, waving a hand in
front of my face.  I must have zoned out for a minute thinking about him.

 "Huh?  Oh, yeah, what's up?"

 "Just making sure you were okay, you looked a little weird", he says,
with a wrinkled forehead.

 "Yeah, I'm good.  Just keep skating, I'll get back out there in a
second", I say.  After he skates back away from me, I watch him for a few
more minutes.  Then, after trying to grind down a sixteen-stair rail, he
loses his balance and falls.  I run over to him, asking if he's all
right.

 "Yeah, I'm fine.  You can't have really thought I was hurt bad.  That
wasn't even a bad fall", he says.

 "Still, I just don't want to see you get hurt.  I can feel it myself
when I see you hurt, ya' know what I mean?", I ask.  He just nods, and
then wraps his arms around me.  His sweat feels good against my arms, and
he's emitting this really masculine scent, not BO, but masculine.  I kiss
his neck, and wonder if he's about ready to go home.  We've been here for
a while, now.

 "You about ready to go on home?"

 "Yeah, James.  I'm getting tired anyways".  We start skating back
towards my house.  On the way a bush rustles, and I see the flash of long
cut blonde hair, and a large framed body.  But just then, Wyatt pulls me
into an embrace, kissing me deeply.

 "Hurry up, we need to get home, I don't know how much longer I can
wait", he whispers into my ear.  I forget all about the bush as we race
each other to my house, laughing and goofing around as we go.