Date: Sat, 26 Feb 2000 21:53:51 -0500 (EST)
From: David Lemmaire <lemmaire@email.com>
Subject: "Darien's Tears" (5/6) (t/t, inc, oral, anal)

DARIEN'S TEARS (t/t, inc, oral, anal)
by Lemmaire

(Part 5 of 6)

He lowered himself onto my hard penis very slowly, taking great trouble to
put it in carefully, so he wouldn't hurt himself.  His eyes were closed in
intense concentration. He winced at first, sucking in air through his
teeth, as the tip of my dick first popped past the tender opening of his
tight anal ring.

He felt so hot and good, I had to fight the urge to push my hips up, to
thrust further into him.

Sensing my eagerness, he said, "Just let me hold it here for a second,
okay?"

"Okay," I answered back.

Our eyes locked and I wasn't sure which was more exciting -- the feeling
of my young cock about to slide all the way into his tight, stretching
hole -- or the way his face had given in to such complete, awestruck
surrender.  As much as I wanted to make love to him, he wanted it even
more.  It hurt him, but he wanted it, too.

"Can you put more spit on it?" he asked me shakily.  "I don't think it's
slippery enough."

"There's Vaseline in the bathroom," I suggested.  "Want me to get it?"

Hesitation flickered across his face for a second.  He didn't want to stop
-- I could tell he wasn't eager to break the mood -- but as he sat there
on top of me, hovering painfully between in and out, I knew he was looking
for anything that might make it a little easier.

He lifted himself off of me and grinned weakly.

"Yeah," he smiled.  "I guess Vaseline wouldn't be such a bad idea after
all.  I thought it would go in easier."

I winked and got out of bed, heading for the bathroom medicine cabinet.

"It must be my twelve inches of pink steel," I winked back over my
shoulder.

"Yeah, right," he grinned, rolling his eyes.  "Twelve minus eleven,
maybe."

To be fair to myself, at 14, it was more like twelve minus eight.  On a
good day, maybe twelve minus seven...if you were generous with the ruler.

He looked relieved as he saw me returning with the small jar of Vaseline.

"This is harder than I thought it would be," he smiled.

I laid back down on the bed again, under him.  I was still erect and
eager.  His legs straddled my hips.

"I don't know," I grinned. " Down here, it's actually pretty easy," I told
him with a funny shrug.

He smiled and leaned down and kissed my nose.

"Comedian."

He took the Vaseline out of my hand and opened the jar.

It made me wonder how all of this sex stuff worked in the real world.  I
mean, if Darrie and I were having problems getting four-inches going, how
did adults do this stuff?  I always thought in my mind that sex was
supposed to be fluid and graceful and perfect, like two-part harmony, or
dancers in a ballet.  I didn't know it also had wincing and adjusting and
going slow and wait-a-minute-let's-start-over wrapped up in it.

Up until this point, I'd pictured it being a perfect, easy, love-filled
dance.  But now that it was happening, I was starting to realize, with two
guys, it's a little more technical.  There's still the same love, but you
have to slow down, read the instructions, and figure out how to put all
the parts together.

Darien took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

I watched his small, thin fingers dip into the Vaseline jar, coming up
with a small glob that he spread lovingly over my hard dick.  It felt cold
at first...then warm and oily as he massaged it onto my skin.  He started
at the tip and worked his way slowly down my shaft, coating it
all...leaving small, smeared streaks in the beginning traces of my pubic
hair.

Then reaching in for another glob, he raised himself up on his knees a
little, reached behind, and did the same to his hole, taking time to coat
it good.  From the look on his face -- closed eyes and a gentle half smile
-- I think he was putting his own finger in his ass -- getting ready --
getting himself slippery inside, too.

"Okay," he smiled.  "From the top."

I grinned.  "Ready, Maestro."

He lowered himself onto me again, and this time, there was no resistance
at all.  He still winced a little as he pushed down past the tight muscle
of his anal ring, but not nearly as painfully as before.  This time, there
was only a slight, gripping pressure -- the faintest resistance -- and
then suddenly -- bloop -- I'd slid all the way into him -- all the way
down, and I could feel his butt cheeks resting on my legs.  It happened so
fast, we both jumped a little.

He looked up, smiling in surprise.

"Wow.  That was easy."

I laughed.  I wasn't expecting a play-by-play.

"So, now what?" I grinned.

"What do you mean, now what?" he giggled.  "Now we put our pants back on
and play tag.  Sheesh, use your imagination."

I smiled and reached out for his hips.  Very gently, I lifted him up along
the length of my penis and then let him slowly relax himself back down.
We did that about ten, slow times.  Me lifting, watching the pleasure in
his eyes...then him sliding himself back down on me, sighing each time as
he came to rest at the bottom.

"That feels nice," he whispered, explaining it to me.  "It feels
full...like it's pushing on something really good in there.  Do it some
more."

I lifted him again...he slid back down.  This time, my hips began to push
up more forcefully on his downstroke, adding smiles to his face, and more
intensity to his sighs.

It felt really amazing.  Very slow and hot and perfect and natural.  Now
that we were doing it...it really was fluid...like the ballets and the
harmonies I'd fantasized about.  Maybe that's how it worked...a little
tricky at first, but once the hard part was over, the rest was just as
natural as I'd ever imagined.

"If I lay on my back and you hold my legs up..." he instructed, "I think
you'll be able to kiss me, too."

A short pause.

"If you want to, that is."

What a moron.

I answered him by changing positions.  I laid him down gently on his back
and took his small, smooth legs in my hands, just above the ankles.
Lifting him gently, I brought his legs into the air.  He bent his knees,
curling up slightly, giving me a look at his pink, perfect target.

Reaching for another glob of Vaseline and stroking myself to coat it on, I
leaned forward and pushed my penis into the hot, sweet rosebud of his ass.
It went in easily, with no trouble at all, and he sighed in contentment.

"That's good," he said.  "It feels different now.  The same...but it
pushes on a different area.  It feels deeper."

He reached up and grabbed my upper arms with firm, tight hands, just under
my shoulders.  With small pushes and pulls, he controlled my speed,
guiding me in and out of him, picking the tempo...pushing me back, pulling
me forward...each time, smiling deeper.

"I love you, Jared," he whispered, his eyes sparkling with new, gentle
tears.

"I love you, Darrie," I whispered back.

I leaned forward and kissed him.  Adjusting my angle, I continued to pump
myself slowly in and out of his beautiful warm body as our tongues played
gently with each others' mouths...a glorious mix of gentle passion and
quiet emotion.  We didn't say another word....just continued the gentle
lovemaking, sighing in the warmth of our closeness...heart next to heart,
skin next to skin.

I felt my climax starting to build.  The warmth and urgency in my hips
increased.  Darrie could sense it too, because he held me tighter, pulling
me further into him.

"I love you," he whispered.  Over and over, as my climax began, he didn't
stop saying it...each repetition matching my thrusts.  It was heaven,
pushing into him, feeling my release, the whole time hearing, thrust after
thrust, "I love you...I love you...I love you."

I pushed in firmly, and stopped, jerking my hips.  His head tilted back
and his mouth opened in pleasure.  Beneath my stomach, I felt his own hard
cock spurting with fluid as I tensed my hips and shot my load deep into
his bowels.  Jet after jet erupted into his ass.  His own cock smeared
hot, messy semen between our sweating stomachs.

"I love you so much," he whispered, through tears.

I leaned forward and kissed them from his eyes.

I laid there on top of him, my arms around his back, holding him quietly,
kissing his neck, breathing heavily.

We fell asleep like that...me still inside of him, holding him, kissing
his tears away...two hearts beating in the rhythm of a perfect, gentle
night.
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We made love three more times before morning.

Drifting in and out of sleep, the impossible stamina of first, exciting
sex urging us on, it seemed every time one of us stirred in bed, it led to
another sweet waking.

First, around midnight, spooned up against his warm back, my arms wrapped
around his tight young chest, I felt him press back against me, and before
I was fully awake, I realized I had slid myself inside of him, leisurely
sliding in and out, while he stroked himself with his own hand, moaning
softly as he came.  After his orgasm, we fell back asleep almost
instantly.  I didn't cum that time.  Just continued to hold him, kissing
the back of his neck, smelling the sweet, wonderful warmth of his hair.

The next time, three hours later, after Darrie had quietly gotten up to go
to the bathroom, he came back and woke me.  Cleaning me with a washcloth
first, we laid down, head to toe, sucking each other into slow, urgent
hardness.  Then climbing onto me like he'd done at the very beginning, he
did all the work...lifting himself up and down, stroking himself and
moaning...impaling himself deeply on my dick while we both came at the
same time.  It was completely dry.  A wonderful physical feeling, but we
had nothing left inside of us to shoot.

And finally, just before the sun came up, I woke up again with a raging
desire.  I kissed him passionately and lifted him to his hands and knees.
Coating my cock with Vaseline again, I entered him forcefully and made him
shudder and moan as I plunged into him doggie-style, my hands around his
hips, forcefully pulling him back to meet my demanding thrusts.

Exhausted when it was over, we collapsed in a heap, pulled the covers over
our naked bodies, and let sleep claim us, finally.

It was almost noon when I heard the soft tapping on my door.

It came, half dreamlike, interrupting my visions of Darien, who was still
curled next to me, breathing deeply, not even hearing it.

"Jared," my mom's voice whispered softly from the other side of the closed
door.  "Are you boys up yet?"

"Mmmph," I mumbled.  "No.  Still sleeping, Mom."

Next to me Darien stirred and stretched.

"Well, wake up," she said gently.  "Morning's almost over."

Darrie woke up and kissed me softly on the cheek.  I smiled and kissed him
back.

I don't think we found our way downstairs until at least an hour later.
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END OF PART 5
TO BE CONTINUED