Date: Sat, 3 Apr 2004 15:23:40 EST
From: KissAndCuddleGem@aol.com
Subject: TED AND LYLE: A LOVE STORY (INSTALLMENT 4)

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"Don't you just love it, Lyle?", a still winking Ted inquired.

"Love what, Ted, darling?  I love you, isn't that what matters, what really
matters?"

Ted solemnly nodded in agreement.  When Lyle saw the K-Y lube in his
lover's hand, he closed his eyes, repositioned himself flat on his back,
and essentially shut off completely.  Ted was shocked by Lyle's reaction,
though he really was clueless as to what Lyle was reacting to.

"What is it, my love?  Did I say something wrong?  Did I do something
wrong?"

The pleading tone, the earnestness in Ted, was truly strumming Lyle's heart
strings.  Still, there was something within Lyle at this time that made him
feel like he was in a sinking abyss.  He was well-aware that to Ted he must
appear like a lump of ice cubes plopped in the center of the sheets right
now.

Finally, Lyle began, struggling to find the right words and still welled up
with a whirlpool of emotion: "I know you desire me, my love.  But, Ted, I
feel nervous, I feel frightened, and I feel unaccustomed to my surroundings
here.  I am not perfect, I am just me.  You must thing I am just like some
foolish virginal teenager."

Ted dropped the tube of lube from his grasp, letting go of it as if it were
contaminated, were poison.  It suddenly occurred to him that Lyle's
reaction was at least partly triggered by seeing the lube so openly
displayed.  He wondered about Lyle and his past; and wondered if Lyle had
had some traumatic experience somewhere down the road.  At the same time,
he was realizing that he was not fully in tune with Lyle; and, of course,
he knew, intellectually, that making love means being in tune with the one
you are "with" as much as possible.

"Lyle, I have been a bit insensitive.  When I said to you that the time has
come for us to be one, I meant our hearts, our souls, not just our
bodies.", Ted began.

"Also, I am so new to all of this, Lyle, that I must admit that I am a bit
fumbling about, don't always have a firm idea of what I should say, what I
should do.  Please accept my apology for frightening you this way and for
being so oblivious to these feelings you now open up about with me."

"Ted, my beautiful Ted, we don't know each other all that well just yet.
But I want you to know that I do love you, you have brought such light into
my life.  In many ways I feel more whole with you, it is as if you replace
the piece missing inside my being.  Can you just hold me, please?  I just
need that so much right now."

With Lyle's arms immediately outstretched, Ted, without hesitation, took
Lyle into his warm embrace; and hugged him closely to him as if he were a
treasure more precious to him than any buried pillage ever possibly could
be.  The softness of Lyle was so enjoyable to him; and lying now with him
again, the two were once again cuddling.  Lyle began to kiss Ted, kiss him
really gently and really sweetly.  Ted softly caressed Lyle's cheek and
gently wiped away tears that Lyle, in relief, had shed and that had
moistened the corners of his eyes.

Lyle took in the bedroom, truly took all of the details in as if seeing
things for the very first time.  A nightlight in the far corner of the
spacious room provided some illumination of a space otherwise bathed in
darkness.  The modern Floridian-colored mica furnishings and the tasteful
Venice-scene painting above the headboard were no longer haunting or eerie
to Lyle.  In many ways, he wanted to go back to moments earlier and
regretted "ruining things" by not taking in Ted's manhood deep within his
inner sanctum.

Lyle, feeling more like his usual self once again, quipped: "Maybe we just
need another malfunctioning of your 'reliable" alarm clock to help turn
things around."

Ted immediately laughed at this remark and began to playfully tickle Lyle's
tummy: "Come here, you, I have got what it takes to turn this around all
right."

Lyle began to giggle and replied: "Oh, I bet you do, you naughty boy, you."

Lyle opened his mouth wide and Ted followed suit; and within moments their
tongues were alternatingly intertwined and probing the pleasurable caverns
of each other's mouths.

Lyle's doe-like eyes opened wider than ever before; and he flung his legs
over Ted's shoulders as Ted positioned a pillow under Lyle's buns.  Ted
pressed his sexy hairy chest now fully displayed instead of teasingly so,
as during the earlier part of their evening together, against Lyle's torso;
and whispered: "I love you, Lyle, I sinerely do and always will, you must
always keep this in mind."

Lyle knew instinctively that this was a time for silence on his part, that
speaking would ruin the beauty of what they were sharing and about to share
together.  Ted retrieved the tube of lube temporarily buried in the top
sheet's creases, removed the cover, and slowly inserted its tip a little
bit deep into Lyle's hole after gently parting Lyle's ass cheeks.
Squeezing half of the contents of the small tube directly into Lyle and
then generously slathering the remainder all over the shaft and head of his
six-inch fully-aroused cock, Ted repositioned himself between Lyle's inner
thighs so that he was extremely close to Lyle's loins and
seductively-elevated most inviting hole.

Ted's eyes met Lyle's, whose eyes had been very much fixated on Ted for
several moments as Ted was "getting busy".  Lyle, while gazing with abandon
into Ted's eyes, recalled how during the dinner, while sitting opposite
Lyle, the candlelight illuminated Ted's eyes as two strikingly aqua-sea
pools.  Lyle was thinking now that he could very easily get lost in Ted's
eyes forever and contentedly so.  Lyle, yearning for Ted, looked forward to
Ted licking him all over his body and to running his fingers through Ted's
shiny white hair.  Ted was thinking to himself at this juncture: "I am in
love with this man, I am gay, undeniably and happily gay.  As I look into
your eyes, sweet Lyle, I hope you do enjoy what I offer you now as an
expression of my love."  Lyle's smile in response to Ted's subconcious wink
just after thinking this was interpreted by Ted as a resounding yes; and
Ted began to slowly push against Lyle's hole amid a spiritual aura
emanating from the pair that made it feel to him as if he were knowingly
about to enter the portals of heaven and looking forward to rejoicing in
its light.