Date: Sat, 7 May 2005 06:44:46 EDT
From: USOCK@aol.com
Subject: Wheeler's Love -- Chapter 6

On with the story. Remember... if you are reading this, then 
you should make sure you are supposed to be reading this. 
If it is against the law to do so in your state or country, 
then get out now and shame on them. lol

I was just coming out of the shower and was dressed sitting 
by the window when I saw Lloyd coming around the corner of 
the street. He was walking along, and when he saw me in the 
window, he smiled that smile and waved. My heart was 
racing, and there was a twinge in my groin that I wasn't 
expecting. Maybe, just maybe, I've found the happiness I've 
always longed for.

			Wheeler's Love -- Chapter Six

Lloyd's POV

As I walked around the corner, I knew if I looked up 
towards Wheeler's window, he would be sitting there. Man, 
was I right. I smiled and waved, and then I felt the 
strangest feeling in my balls... a twinge I had not felt 
before. Could it be that this is the guy I've been looking 
for?

I went over to the door to the garage only to be met there 
by Wheeler. He was dressed in a tight t-shirt and very 
short shorts, and the leg of his jockey boxers was just 
about to stick out of the leg of his shorts. Man, he looked 
so good. 

As we went in the door, he closed it and looked up to me as 
if to ask, 'Are we still as before?' Before he had a chance 
to ask it, I grabbed him. I hugged him with all my might 
and kissed him so softly that I just barley felt his lips 
on mine. Then he opened his lips at the same time I did to 
start the best tongue duel I had ever been in. To tell the 
truth, I have only done it with him, and this time was the 
best.

We broke apart to walk up the steps, and I got a look at 
the best butt I had ever seen. I could smell his sweet 
smell. I didn't know what cologne it was, but I liked it 
and it fit his personal scent. As we walked into the room, 
I could smell the candles he had lit, and the room smelled 
a lot better than when I left it this afternoon. But I had 
hopes that it would smell that way again soon! 

Wheeler sat on the edge of the bed and said,

"Well, I hate to break it to you, lover, but we have to eat 
dinner with Uncle John and Aunt Carol tonight." 

"I would eat with the devil himself if I get to spend the 
rest of the night with you."

This made him lighten up and smile like I have never seen.

We sat and talked about school and how we were going to 
have to be careful not to get caught holding hands and 
doing things that could give us away. We both agreed that, 
although it would be hard, we would have to make a real 
effort at keeping our hands away from each other.

We were just talking and sort of kissing lightly when the 
intercom came on. It was Uncle John asking if we could come 
down for dinner. We both said, "On our way" at the same 
time. We broke up laughing and so did Uncle John.

I told Wheeler that I was scared now after Uncle John had 
come up here, and I worried about what was he thinking now.

"Lloyd, don't worry about it. Uncle John is cool with it 
all."

As we entered the dinning room, his Uncle John and Aunt 
Carol were already seated. We sat on the left side of the 
table next to each other. Well, that's where they had 
placed our plates. It made me feel so much better. 

After some small talk and some laughs, and after I had told 
his Aunt Carol that dinner was great, Wheeler and I cleared 
the table and excused ourselves to go back up to his 
apartment.

We entered the upstairs, and Wheeler walked over and 
started some soft music on the cd player. Then he walked 
over to me and wrapped his arms around me and whispered in 
my ear, 

"Come here, lover." 

I was on cloud nine, we swayed to the music, and Wheeler 
started to pull my t-shirt over my head and off. I was 
going to loosen my belt, but he stopped me with, 

"No, no. My turn." 

I smiled down at him, and I knew he was right. He pulled 
his shirt up out of his
shorts, and I pulled it over his head -- just breaking the 
kiss long enough to get it over his face.

His hands went to my belt. He pulled it all the way out of 
the loops, unsnapped my pants and eased the zipper all the 
way down.

Wheeler still had the belt in his hand, and he wrapped it 
around me and pulled me close to him. I was feeling all 
sorts of things. Could I even measure up to what he wanted? 
Could he be happy with me? I had nowhere near what he had. 
Could I even make him happy?

He looked at me as if he were reading my thoughts and said,

"What is it, babe?"

Oh my God. He called me 'babe.' I was in love.

I looked at him and told him the truth. 

"I don't know if I can make you happy I am nowhere near 
like you." 

He laughed a slow laugh.

"Babe, you already make me happy. The rest is just icing on 
the cake."

By this time, with my belt off and my zipper down, my 
shorts fell to the floor and my white jockey boxers came 
into full view. Wheeler looked down at the bulge in them.

"Mmmm... that is really nice." 

He kissed me hard on the lips, then moved over to my neck 
and ears as his hands were running up and down my back.  I 
was feeling things I had never felt before, and my cock was 
leaking like a running faucet.

As I was tenderly kissing his neck, Wheeler slowly moved 
down to my left nipple and took it in his mouth... nibbling 
and licking it like it was a pearl. I was so hot!

His hands had been moving the whole time, and I can't even 
tell you all the places he was touching. He dropped to his 
knees and licked my inny belly button, but I pulled away 
because it tickled. He laughed that laugh and moved lower 
to run his nose into the treasure trail of hair that ran 
from my inny to inside my underwear.

Then he placed his mouth over the head of my still-cloth-
covered cock and blew hot breath onto it. I rocketed to 
attention and almost shot off right then. He even sucked 
the juices that had started to create a very large wet 
spot. 

His thumbs hooked the sides of the waistband, and he slowly 
pulled my jockeys down until my cock sprang free. His deep 
moan and open mouth caused my rigid hard cock to spring up 
toward the heavens. Beginning with the underside of my 
cock, he began to lick from the base near my balls all the 
way up the seven and a half inches to the my swollen 
helmet. I could see that my cock was thicker than his... but 
paled in length.

He stood up, pulled me from the middle of the floor and led 
me toward the bed. But I stopped him and did the same 
striping of his clothes that he had done to mine. He then 
laid me on the bed and got between my legs -- taking my 
cock in his mouth and going down on it nearly to the 
bottom. When he almost gagged, he hesitated a second, 
swallowed and took it the rest of the way. I was amazed 
that this was his first time.  He was so good.

After using his tongue and lips to bring me nearly to a 
boil, I had to have him stop and pulled him up. He looked 
at me as if to say, 'Wasn't I doing it right?' 

I whispered to him, "I don't want to cum so soon, and if 
you keep that it, I won't last another minute!"  

He smiled, and we began to kiss. I could taste my pre-cum 
on his lips and tongue, and I knew I liked it as much as he 
did. As we lay there kissing and nibbling on each other, we 
were slowly grinding our hard cocks against each other. It 
felt like nothing I have ever done before.

We started to go lower and lower on each other -- only to 
swing around and get into the classic sixty-nine position. 
I took his now very shiny and leaking cock into my mouth as 
he did the same.  We were moaning and sucking like rabid 
dogs starving for each other. I was licking his nuts, and 
he was following my every move. I could almost get him all 
the way in my mouth, and then finally, at one point, I had 
all nine inches down, and encased by, my throat. The low, 
guttural moan he let out was divine. 

I was getting as close as he was, and I could feel his 
balls pulling away as I was sucking first one then the 
other into my mouth. I had just gotten back to sucking his 
incredibly big cock when I felt it swell up even more in my 
mouth. I suspected I knew what this meant, and I backed off 
a bit so as to leave just the head and the upper length of 
his shaft still in my frantically sucking mouth. I was 
rewarded with the largest load of cum I felt was humanly 
possible. I counted seven shots. For me, at my heightened 
state of electrical tension, that was all it took, and I 
let loose with my own roaring orgasm. He took it all. 

It was after I had shot and was while I was still sucking 
his cock that I felt it start to swell again. I kept on 
going (who wouldn't?), and after a few more minutes, he let 
loose with a second orgasm... filling my mouth once again 
with another volley of his hot juices. Needless to say, 
that only triggered another one from me as well. 

I came around to join him at the head of the bed, and we 
kissed... tasting each other as well as ourselves.

Wheeler put his head on my chest and slowly drifted off to 
sleep. I looked over to where the clock was on the night 
stand and only then did I realize that we had been there 
for almost an hour, and the music had already stopped. I 
pulled the comforter up to cover us, and I too drifted off 
to join him in blissful sleep.

I awoke to a scream, and Wheeler was crouched in the corner 
of the room shouting,

"NO! NO!... PLEASE STOP!... NOOOO!... PLEASE... STOP!"

He was using his arms to cover his head as if someone was 
savagely beating him. I jumped from the bed and ran over 
and grabbed him and held him close. It was no easy task as, 
in his nightmare, he was trying to fight me off. 

I yelled, "It's me... Lloyd! Wheeler, it's me, Lloyd! Wake 
up!"

He slumped down, and at first a dazed, puzzled expression 
emerged from his fear-filled face. Then he began to sob,

"Oh... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Lloyd." 

I held him tightly in my arms, with his head pressed to my 
breast, and gently stroked his hair.

"I'm here, babe. I'm here, and no one is going to hurt you 
ever again."

In the main house, John was sitting up in bed and had 
turned on the intercom when he heard the noise. He listened 
as the screaming stopped and heard Wheeler crying about how 
sorry he was. John listened as Lloyd comforted him, and 
then he flipped the intercom switch off and lay back down. 
Although there were tears in his eyes for this dear boy, 
there was also a smile on his face -- knowing that at last 
Wheeler was safe right where he was... in the arms of the boy 
who loved him beyond all measure.