Date: Tue, 16 Nov 2004 15:24:16 -0800
From: Mike <thornado5@netscape.net>
Subject: A Thousand Rainbows 25

Welcome back! The feast has ended, and life returns to normal at 2410 West
Brunswick Road.  And we get a glimpse into the private moments of Sean and
Greg, Brian and Bjorn, and Todd Becker.

This story deals with adult themes, primarily same-gender sexual
relations. Such relations have their basis in love and commitment, rather
than sex for the sake of sex alone. In some cases they will use protection;
at other times they will not. You and I should always use protection
because we do not live in the world of fiction.

If you are offended the idea of homosexuality or if you are under the age
of consent or if you reside in an area where such things are considered
illegal or immoral, then you should seek entertainment elsewhere.

Comments may be directed to the author at thornado5@netscape.net

This story is copyright 2004 by Mike Williams. All rights reserved. Thou
shalt not steal.

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A Thousand Rainbows
by Mike Williams

- 25 -

A black sports car and a dark green SUV pulled up in front of the apartment
building just as the sun was setting. The two men got out of their
vehicles, and the elevator delivered them to Sean's loft on the third
floor.

"Hope you don't mind entertaining yourself for a few hours," Sean said. "I
have to work the evening shift. I should be home a little after midnight."

Greg walked to the corner where Sean's guitar stood. He picked it up and
plucked the strings. He frowned. "Don't hurry on my account. You might be
home before I finish tuning your guitar." He raised an eyebrow
mischievously and twisted one of the tuning keys.  "You're out of
practice."

"Maybe a little. I could use some practice if you could stay a couple
days. I'd like your company too."

Greg replaced the guitar and walked over to his friend and took him into a
tight hug.  "Thank you," he whispered. Then he pulled away with a big smile
on his face. "Now, go get yourself ready for work, Deputy. Go catch the bad
guys."

Sean returned the smile and leaned in to kiss his friend.

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"Did you see what I saw today?" Brian asked.

"Would have been hard to miss it," Bjorn replied.

The bedroom was illuminated only by a few candles. The two lovers lay side
by side under their blankets and a knitted comforter.

"Do you think anyone else picked up on it?"

Bjorn thought about that for a moment and smiled. "I don't know. All the
signs were there.  Sean told me the other day that part of the reason he
moved to Bridgewater was to forget about love for a while."

"It seems," Brian mused, "that love has come looking for him."

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Everyone turned in early that night; they all wanted to look their best the
next morning, especially Todd, preparing to meet his great-grandmother for
the first time. But just after he turned the lights out, his
great-grandmother was the furthest thing from his mind. This night would
belong to Corbin, his closest friend, a full-blooded Apache, skilled in the
ways of horses and boys.

Todd had slept naked since he turned ten. It had only been about a month or
so that he had sprouted hair above his penis, hair as dark as his
ponytail. And it was only within the last couple weeks that he had shot his
first load, during a sleepover in Corbin's bedroom. He so desperately
wanted to relive that night, wanted Corbin to be with him at this moment.

As he closed his eyes he could picture Corbin's long hair, held in place by
the headband favored by his Apache relatives. Todd could see Corbin's wide,
friendly smile and his dark, flashing eyes. Those eyes, black as midnight,
that could look beyond his own and see into his very soul. Corbin had yet
to reach puberty, but was showing wisps of hair above his penis. Already a
master of self-pleasure, it would only be a short time until he too would
know the pleasures of ejaculation and offering his seed to his partner.

The evening had started innocently enough, playing video games until
midnight, when Corbin's adopted parents, Drs. Erik and Joost van Dyke,
announced that the time had come for going to bed. Having spent the night
at Corbin's many times, Todd was no stranger to the displays of affection
between the two men, nor the affection they showed to their adopted
son. Even though he was thirteen years old, the two doctors made a point of
stopping by his room before bed every evening.

The two boys had shed their clothes and slipped between the sheets in the
darkened bedroom.

"I love you, Todd," Corbin had said.

Todd replied in kind. "I love you too, Corbin."

They had moved closer together, their tentative fingers gently exploring
each other's chests, teasing each other's nipples.

Todd smiled, remembering his lover's touch as he reached down to his balls
in their soft, velvety pouch. He loved Corbin's balls, and he loved sucking
on Corbin's balls. And he loved having Corbin touch and suck his own
balls. He marveled at the feeling of the downy hairs sprouting from his
scrotum.

He gently rolled his balls in his left hand while his thumb teased his
glans. He stopped for just a moment to lift his hand to his nostrils and
take in the heady fragrance of boy-sweat.  He loved that smell; it reminded
him even more of the boy who was now more than a thousand miles away.

"Corbin," Todd whispered. "Can you hear me?"

So wrapped up in his pleasure, Todd almost thought he heard Corbin's reply,
that just maybe his friend, so far away, was in his own bed, doing the same
thing, thinking the same thoughts. In his mind he could see and feel
everything he and his friend had done; he could feel Corbin's hand gliding
up and down his cock, slick with lubricant. Corbin was skilled at the art
of teasing and pleasing another cock. Regardless of his angle of attack,
his thumb always gave a little flick on the up-stroke, teasing without
mercy.

Alone in his room, Todd did his best to imitate Corbin's technique. As his
right hand stroked his cock, he reached with his left hand down past his
balls, to touch his asshole, to play a finger over his tender pucker. He
gave a little push, and his sphincter gave just enough to allow a finger
entrance. He dared not push any further, lest he push himself over the edge
too soon.

Not wanting to break the spell of pleasure, Todd willed himself to
relax. But it was all for naught as the pressure became too great. He could
feel his orgasm building. Waves of pleasure overcame him, as his cum
erupted from his cock, hitting his chin and both of his nipples in three
powerful spurts of boy-juice. The finger in his asshole was almost forced
out by the action of his prostate. But Todd kept his finger firmly in
place, pushing it in just a little more.

The last of his cum dribbled from his cock. Todd dropped his cock and
lifted his hand to his mouth to taste his own seed. He licked his fingers
clean and then wiped the cum from his chest and sucked it all from his
fingers again. He savored the flavor of his sperm and swallowed every drop.

Finally he removed his finger from his asshole and retrieved a tissue from
the box on the nightstand to clean the few remaining traces of his
pleasure. As his breathing returned to normal, Todd closed his eyes and
kissed the air in front of him just as if Corbin was really there. "I love
you, Corbin," he whispered.

Then he turned over and settled in for a restful sleep.

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to be continued in Chapter 26