Date: Thu, 17 Dec 2015 05:06:05 +0000 (UTC) From: bro.yobro@yahoo.com Subject: Expectans solis, or, waiting for the sun Disclaimer: Copyright (c) 2015. All rights reserved. No part of this story may be reproduced in whole or in part without written permission of the author. Author encourages safe and sane sexual behavior. Author cannot be held responsible for accidents or injuries or any other misfortunes that result from proper or improper application of the information contained in this story. This story is meant to be a masturbatory aid only. Any similarity between people and places in this story and any real people and places is purely coincidental. Despite the terms such as "boy" "kid" or "son", all characters in this fiction are just that, fictional, and as such, do not exist in any reality or corporeal form, but if it makes you feel better then, yes, they are of legal age and enter into their activities consensually. 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Ralph **************************************************************************** Expectans solis, or, waiting for the sun Night has come without my tears now I walk alone you're no longer here the days turn to years... The gravel path crunched beneath me, the cold air, making my footsteps sound sharp and crisp. Overhead, the grey sky, blurred the horizon before me and the grey on grey shadows hinted at a fast approaching darkness. I came upon the break in the trees where we would usually stop and admire the beauty of nature around us. It was one of the reasons we had purchased the property so many years ago. I paused and looked, the lake surface glassy and mirror-like reflected the the grey sky, towards its far shore a low fog hung just above it, like Narcissus peering at his reflection. I can feel your lips against mine the first time we kissed here, looking out at the lake, they were tender yet insistent, possessive almost, as if you had claimed a prize. The way your tongue entered my mouth, probing, making me open wider and take you in, licking against my lips before nipping at them with your teeth. Your hands held me close that summer day, the heat of your body washed over me in waves, stoking the fires of my own heart. I can still feel the pressure of your hands against my skin as they travelled up and down my back. I sigh loudly, wishing I could taste you once again. I continue on the path towards the empty shell that we once called home. Great pines flank the path from here on. There evergreen boughs filtering the wan light, tendrils of fog, serpentine their way through the trees. Green moss and forest ferns fill the spaces between the trees. Walking on until the path opens up onto a clearing, I pause once again and take in the surroundings so that I can remember every detail, so that years, from now I can recall the way the forest smelled, the way the leaden sky pressed down around me, the stillness of the glassy lake. The clearing held a grassy meadow on which a house stood. The house was at once inviting, yet, foreboding. Its windows, once lively, now, simply stared at the world with cold detachment. The Adirondack chairs on it's porch seemed to hold the lingering ghosts of those that once sat on them. It was on those chairs that we held hands for the first time, remember. Back when it was all so new to us, and, you promised a forever. I feel a wetness on my cheek, I look up at the grey sky to see if it's raining, but, only discover that it is a tear. I linger at the edge of the clearing, afraid, and, joyful, as our times together come flooding back. I feel your hand slide down my back as you pressed me against the wooden railing, your other hand reaching around to undo the button fly on my jeans. I grabbed the railing tightly as I felt you enter me. Moaning like a two-bit whore, I opened myself up to you, my legs quivering to hold me up as your hot cock seared its way through my velvet tunnel. Your lips are on my neck and back, I shudder and groan beneath you. Your hands clasp my hips and a delicious slapping noise fills my ears. In... Out... In... Out... Your cock has me on fire as it fills and exits me in quick succession. You wrap your hand around my cock and begin to stroke. Your tongue licks a path along my neck and back. You shift your hips and your cock begins to knock against my prostate every time you slide into me. I howl with joy, you laugh, and whisper, "Not so loud, the neighbors might hear." "Let them," I say. You pull me up against you, I can feel your furry chest against my back, you run your hands up and down my smooth torso, your rock hard cock still embedded in my ass. You're the brawny lumberjack to my athletic jock. In this position I can easily impale myself on your stake. You jerk me faster and faster, we both cry out as our climax closes upon us. You push me over once again and begin to hammer my ass with your cock. The agony of ecstasy make me moan and groan as you scrape my prostate with your cockhead. Your hand churns my cock faster. "FUCK!" I yell as I explode cum all over the porch and wooden railing. Your hips slap against my ass as you begin to moan your orgasm. Suddenly my ass is filling with your red-hot babies. Your cum fills me up to overflowing, but, you don't pull out. Your hard cock throbs and pulses to completion deep inside of me. You lean down against me satiated for the time being. Even now, my hole aches just thinking about it. I caress the railing, hoping, to find some trace of our cum there. But my fingers only feel the grain of the wood and the dust that has settled there. I make my way to the door, it opens creakily, like an old man rising after a long sit. Inside, the house is dark and cold. The warmth we had once shared and filled the house with, in front of the great roaring fireplace, has flickered away. Faded memories and haunted rooms are all that remain. I linger at the threshold wishing you were here to carry me over it once again. **************************************************************************** The room was cold, sterile. Machines and monitors beeped and blinked in the corner. A single bed dominated the rest of the room's space, on it; a young man lay oblivious to the goings on around him. A man stood close to the door, unwilling, to come any closer to the man lying on the bed. A nurse, on her nightly rounds, walked into the room. She hovered around the man on the bed, checked the monitors, made notes on the bedside chart and walked out. Finally, steeling his reserve, the man moved slowly towards the functionally upholstered chair that sat besides the room's only window. His gaze went to the window in a vain attempt to not see the sleeping figure on the bed. Outside a light snow was starting to fall. The snowflakes glowed pale white in the full moon's light. A shrill alarm brought the man out of his reverie, his attention, panicked and nervous caused him to close the gap that lay between himself and the man lying on the bed. The sound stopped and the monitors beeped normally once more. He reached out and clasped the lying man's hand. He squeezed his hand, willing him to awaken. The man moved back to the chair to resume his vigil. He had been sitting in that same chair for the last day or so, hoping, wishing for any improvement of the young man who lay on the bed. The doctors were not confident he would wake from his coma. The crash had caused severe internal damage. He still did not know why he had been driving at such a high-rate of speed that night. It had been raining the night of the accident. The winding, rain-slicked roads posed a challenge for even the most skilled drivers, the police had said as if that would be a comfort. He shivered, if from the cold room or the recollection of that conversation, he did not know. **************************************************************************** "Babe, I'm home," I yelled as I walked through the door of the apartment. The apartment was quiet, I glanced at my watch, 6:00pm, Evan should definitely be home by know, I thought. I could see light coming from the living room area, so, I kicked off my shoes and placed them on the shoe rack we kept by the door, hung my messenger bag on the wall rack, and, padded down the hallway in my stockinged feet to the living room. "Babe?" I repeated as I made my way down the hall. Walking into the living room, I found Evan reclining in front of the fireplace wearing only a jockstrap and some over the calf socks. My cock went rock hard, tenting my slacks obscenely. A smirk played across Evan's face as he took in my reaction. Evan came up onto his knees as I walked towards him as if I was trapped in a tractor beam. His hands ran up my legs before coming to a stop at my belt buckle. His long, slender fingers worked my belt buckle open, unbuttoned my slacks and then slowly lowered my zipper. Evan's blue eyes looked up at me the entire time. My slacks fell down to the floor and pooled at my feet. Evan's hand rubbed the large bulge in my bikini briefs, before, pressing his face to my crotch and inhaling deeply. A wet spot appeared in fabric of my briefs, my boy had me leaking like crazy. Evan and I were still in our honeymoon phase, we had only recently progressed to extended overnight stays after dating for a couple of months. Evan was my soulmate, I felt it the minute we kissed the first time. I had met Evan at an office party through a co-worker. We flirted and one thing led to another and that evening we found ourselves locking lips in the bathroom. We kept our relationship secret for a while, Evan apparently was not out of the closet yet and he was trying to break things gently with his girlfriend. That girlfriend, turned out to be a fiance, and that fiance, turned out to be my co-worker. Let's just say things at the office got a little awkward between us, but, we were never really that close and no one ever found out I was the third end in that triangle. The office rumor mill reported that she had called if off when she discovered that he was seeing another woman. I guess she didn't want anyone to know that her Viking god of a boyfriend preferred to suck cock. I don't have any pictures of Evan at work so there is no way anyone could connect the dots, and, he didn't accompany me to any office functions since. Although I hear that my co-worker has applied for a transfer to our Midwest office, so maybe once she goes, I will bring him along as my plus one. But back to the story, Evan took to fucking and sucking dick like a duck to water. We were still exploring all his sexual boundaries and he seemed to be enjoying it all. His particular fetish was sports gear. He loved getting fucked wearing jockstraps or spandex/lycra tights. I gasped as Evan's tongue circled my corona and swabbed the head of my cock. His mouth vacuumed in my shaft, his warm cavern closed around my cock and he slowly descended taking all 7 and half inches into his mouth. "Fuck!" I cried out as my fingers raked through his blonde hair. As I previously mentioned, Evan is the epitome of Nordic beauty. He stands 2 inches higher than my 6 feet, is a former water polo player and has an ass that could seriously double as a nutcracker. He helps pay the bills by being a personal trainer and dreams of opening up his own crossfit gym. Thankfully, my job helps cover the bulk of our expenses. What drives me wild about Evan is that looking at him you would think he is all alpha-male, top-dog, douchebag bro, who would never bend over and take it up the ass, but, that is what he loves best. I consider myself versatile, but, since hooking up with Evan my topping skills have definitely been getting worked out, because my blonde beauty was gifted with some serious helium heels. Evan's hands move around and start kneading my ass, my cock still trapped in the warm cavern of his mouth. Our grunts and groans fill the air. I proceed to remove my tie and shirt, I am naked now except for my dress socks. Evan looks up at me again and runs a hand up my abs while the fingers of his other play along the valley of my ass. His tongue runs around the length of my shaft. "Fuck yeah!" I call out, before pushing him off my dick. In the firelight my cock, spit-shined and covered in saliva, throbs angrily and seems to glow. Evan lays down on his back and his legs raise up in praise. I slowly kneel down at the altar of his ass. His hands come round and spread his ass cheeks for me. His pink hole partially obscured by a blonde forest of hairs winks invitingly at me. I grab my cock and line it up before sinking slowly into him with one steady thrust. "Unh...unh...unhh!" Evan cries softly as my cock spreads him open. His hands are now gliding up and down my obliques. He legs come down and hook themselves around my hips as I slowly begin to work my cock in and out of him. I run a hand over his gleaming, smooth torso. My fingers reading the peaks and valleys of his torso like braille. I bring my head down and lick at his nipples. "Ah!" Evan gasps, his nipple play has greatly increased since he started dating me, his previous partners seemed to be a prudish lot, but, I guess I can understand this since he was fairly closeted until me. I lick and suckle at his teat, as if hoping to draw out milk, he squirms beneath me. His panting breath inflaming me. I pull of his nipple and grab his cotton/lycra-clad legs and push them back towards his chest. He is wearing a pair of Puma soccer socks that make his legs look glorious. I drive my cock into his hole faster. I can feel it scrape along his prostate, causing Evan to erupt in paroxysms of lust. I feel my balls knock against his ass as I bury myself in him. The sound of flesh slapping flesh fills the air along with the stink of sweat and sex. "Oh my god, babe. I'm gonna cum!" I cry out. "Yeah, babe, cum for me!" Evan sighs. I drive my cock faster and faster. In... Out... In... Out... "Ah! Ah! Ah!" Evan cries "Oh fuck!" I say "Unh...unh...yeah...fuck!" My cock hammers in and out of Evan's ass like a battering ram looking to knock its way into his intestines. Slap... Slap... Slap... My hips slap against his ass. I feel my ball tighten up and prepare fire my load. "Yeah, babe, here it cums" "Fuck yeah, give me your babies!" "Oh my god...oh my god...FUCK!!!!" I cry out as I explode into Evan's ass. "FUCK YEAH!" Evan cries out as well, I look down to see him cumming through his jockstrap. My hard cock in his ass throbs and continues to pump out sperm. Evan squeezes his tunnel like a vice around my cock milking me of all my cum. Spent and exhausted I lay myself down on top of him. His hands come up around me, hugging me tight. In the dim firelight, Evan whispers, "I love ya, babe." **************************************************************************** I could never say goodbye to the sadness in my eyes You know you are in my heart but the miles keep us apart A soft rain starts to fall, tap tapping, against the window. The world outside is shades of grey, as if, a black and white photo had come to life. Leaning against the window, I can feel the ghostly echoes of your touch against me. The way would come up against me and wrap me in your arms. Your lips kissing the nape of my neck, before you dragged me back into our warm bed. A slight breeze behind me causes me to turn, but, it's nothing. I had hoped it was you, but, alas, I am all alone in our room. The king sized bed lays empty, and, inviting. The linens look as if no one has lain in them for quite a while. The corners are sharp and duvet has been smoothed. All around me the world is silent, movement causes me to turn my attention back to the window, but, I see nothing. Perhaps it was a bird making its way back to its nest. I wonder when you will return. The rain outside begins to come down a little more steadily. This weather always makes me worry about you. I chuckle as I recall how you would get annoyed when I would remind you to check your tires and windshield wipers. I pause and wonder if I have reminded you lately to get those items checked. I will have to bring it up when you get home. Soon, I hope, perhaps I should start dinner. The kitchen is spotless, no trace of our last feast, I will have to give you a special thank you for cleaning up so well. The marble countertops and white subway tiles glow brightly as the overhead lights come on. The room is cold, but, that should soon change as I start to make our dinner. Rainy days call for soup, so, I decide to make a quick chicken soup. I feel a pressure on my hand as I begin to gather the utensils and pot, followed by a shiver up my arm, almost as if it were a draft. It makes me remember that time when we were still so new to all of this, it had been raining that day as well and I was making you soup, we were both naked, and your desire got the best of you. You came up beside me and stroked my arm with one hand while your other roamed my back and buttocks. You whispered sweet nothings in my ear. We never finished the soup that day. But, I feel like if I close my eyes, I will hear your whispers. I do... **************************************************************************** The whooshing noises of the respirator filled the small room where the young man lay in deep slumber, hoses and drips formed a spider web around him. Fluids went in, and others, went out. Off to the side a bank of monitors and machines choreographed all the moving parts and kept them in time. In the room's only chair was occupied by another young man. He had moved it close to the bed. He tried to look everywhere but at the figure in the bed. His eyes were rimmed red from tears spent. An alarm beeped shrilly from one of the machines causing him to stand up and hover over the man in the bed. He took the unfeeling hand in his and squeezed before sweeping his hand up along the prone figures arm. The alarm stopped, and the machine resumed its normal functions. The man leaned down and whispered at the sleeping man's ear. **************************************************************************** "Are your eyes still closed, babe." "Yes!" Evan exclaims. I held Evan by the hand as I guided him to our favorite hiking spot. A little lookout spot with a view of our favorite lake. The real surprise though was a little further away, I had just purchased my first real home. It was a medium sized home with a view of the lake, surrounded by pines and access to the trail we both loved to hike. I wasn't sure how Evan would take it, but, I hoped he would agree to move in with me on a more permanent basis. "Ok," I said, "Here we are." I positioned Evan so that he would be looking out at the lake and then I would reveal our new home behind us. "Open your eyes, babe!" Evan opened his eyes and smiled as he took in the lake, his sense of wonder was quickly replaced with befuddlement. He turned to look at me and raised an eyebrow questioningly. "So what's the surprise?" he said. I laughed and said, "This! This view is ours now!" Evan's brow furrowed as he tried to understand, but, ended up shaking his head to indicate that he didn't. I laughed again and drew him into a bear hug and kissed him. "Babe, I love you, will you move in with me," I said to him. Evan smiled and said, "Of course! But why did you bring me all the way out here to tell me, you could have just asked me back at the apartment," "No, I couldn't," I said, "Because that's not our home any more." Evan looked at me confused. "That," I said pointing towards the house that sat halfway up the hillside from the trail, "is our home now." Evan's face cycled through a range of emotions before settling on joy. "Are you serious!" he exclaimed. I nodded in the affirmative and we embraced again. This time our kiss lingered on the edge of not suitable for work. I took his hand and we made our way to the house. Our home was quaint, and comfortable for the two of us. It's timber and siding construction reminded me of an upscale log cabin and it suited is just fine as we enjoyed the rugged outdoors. I could see ourselves growing old here. Trying to get pregnant before the fireplace, and, if that didn't take, trying again in the upstairs master bedroom. This would be a home where Evan and I could start to build our own memories together. I wasn't strong enough to carry my Viking god through the threshold of our new house, but, I could dip him into a passionate kiss as soon as we closed the door behind us. "Welcome home," I whispered as our lips disengaged. I gave Evan a quick tour of the home, two bedroom and one and a half baths downstairs, kitchen, dining room, living room and then the second floor master suite and a patio area. I had a king sized bed delivered and setup earlier in the day so the only piece of furniture in the whole house was the bed. I quickly jumped on to it, pulling Evan along with me as I kissed him joyfully. My tongue battled with his as I sucked and nipped at his lips, my hands traveled the length and breadth of his body and removed pieces of clothing along the way, until I finally had him down to his Calvin's. His penis bulge looked positively obscene in them, I ran my hand over his bulge and Evan let out a soft moan. My lips latched onto his pink nipple and I sucked at his teat while my hand jerked him through the fabric of his underwear. I moved my hand under the fabric, his cock was like hot steel in my hand. His shaft throbbed and pulsed with heat, slowly I took it into my mouth. Evan gasped as my wet tongue made contact with his burning shaft. His cock filled my mouth to capacity, I moved my tongue around his shaft trying to follow the vascular roadmap contained there. Above me Evan exploded in moans and groans, his hands ran through my hair, his pubes tickling my nose. I began to bob my head up and down on Evan's cock. I traced the ridge of his corona before plunging into his meatus. "God, you're fucking delicious," I said as I pulled off Evan's cock, he smiled down at me and gently pushed my head back onto his cock. He started pumping his hips against my face, his cock began to plunge in and out of my mouth, knocking at my esophagus as I relaxed into his face fuck. I could feel Evan getting close to cumming by his panting, pulling out of my mouth, he pulls me up to him and we lock lips once again, like a man possessed, he attacks my mouth with his pillow soft lips as he undresses me. Naked, Evan pushes me against the bed and I fall back against it. The sheets feel soft and silky beneath me. Evan moves over me bringing my legs with him. I lay fully exposed to him, his cock drips pre-cum on the bed sheets as he moved closer to his target. "AAHH!" I gasp as his spit and pre-cum slick cock slowly enters me. I can feel every swollen vein and contour of Evan's cock as he enters me. He moans in response above me. His cock opens and widens me. I begin to hyperventilate as I start to feel the delectable sting of my anal muscles yielding against the insistent intruder. Evan doesn't slow down until he is balls deep in my ass. I shiver as I feel him grind his hips against my ass. I am thoroughly speared and our rubbing pubic hair could start a fire from the static electricity they are generating from rubbing against each other. In... Out... In... Out... Evan's cock fills me and exits me like a well-oiled piston. I am a mewling kitten under his anal assault, my hands and legs roam his body, finding purchase here and there. Missionary is Evan's favorite way of fucking me, he says it is so he can see the joy that he gives me as he cums in me. I love it because I can see the chiseled torso, crowned with his beautiful face, undulate as he fucks me. A slick sheen of sweat usually covers him when we fuck and in certain light, it makes my Viking god, glow and shine as if he we El Dorado himself. Evan lowers his face to mine and we kiss as he fucks me. His kisses are tender and loving, the bed groans and creaks under the strain, but, I have been assured that its heavy construction will stand the test of time. His cock, however, is starting to move in and out faster and faster. "Fuck me!" I groan as Evan's cock enters my ass, I slap him on the ass, to drive him on. Evan grabs my legs from his waist and spreads them. His torso is slick with sweat and I run my hand over it to collect some moisture before rubbing it around my asshole and Evan's thick shaft. "Yeah, babe...fuck me!" I command. His fucking picks up speed. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the room. I moan and howl as my ass stings with joy. "Oh fuck, here it cums!" Evan cries above me. "Yeah, give it me!" I exclaim. His cock driving in and out faster and faster. "I'm gonna cum!" Evan shouts "Yeah! give it to me" I say squeezing my ass muscles against his cock "FUCK!" Evan shouts as his cock unloads wave after wave of cum deep into my ass. His erupting cock resting against my prostate causes me to cum as well and I explode cum all over my abs and chest. Evan, smirks down at me, and runs his hand through my cum, scooping it up and feeding it to me. I like his hand and fingers clean of my cum, savoring my briney taste, I bring Evan down and we kiss, so that he too can taste me. **************************************************************************** Time moves on In the falling rain I still dream of you and whisper your name Will I see you once again? The woods are silent and fog-shrouded. Above, grey clouds blot out the sun, so that our whole forest is illuminated by a wan light. Shapes and shadows seem to dance in the fog around me as a light breeze starts moving through the trees. I hike the path that you and I would walk often. There is a magic in the air and I wish you were with me. I move through the trees and fog like a ghost, the sound of a snapping twig underfoot, brings me out of my thoughts. I stop and look around in wonder that I haven't met another hiker on the path since I started. I keep making my way to the top. The view from the top was always our favorite. Reaching the top I made my way to the rocky outcrop that served as a bench up here. Before me stretched a pine filled valley. Tendrils of fog wove their way through the trees on the far side of the valley. The lake, like molten pewter absorbed the light and gave off a flat reflection. Here and there rooftops and chimneys broke through the pines. The wind brushed against my cheek like one of your caresses, and, I once again wondered where you were. I couldn't remember if I had started this hike without you or not. My fingers traced the seams in the rock around me as my mind conjured up the memories we shared here. This was the place you told me you loved me for the first time. I close my eyes as the memory washed over me. It was summer that day and the sun lit up the forest, we had hiked all the way to the top and we basked in the sun's warmth here on this very rock. You reached out with your hand and held mine. My pulse quickened and my heart pounded in my chest as I took in the gravity of your gesture. I tried to pull away knowing someone could see us, but, you, my love, clasped my hand tighter. I felt woozy in that moment, as you turned your head to me and placed it on my shoulder, your warm breath starting a fire against my neck. And then with the faintest of whispers, you said the three words, three seemingly inconsequential words when taken by themselves, but, strung together they can move mountains. Out here, in the open, below God's eye, you said I love you and then kissed my neck. I felt a moisture on my cheek, rain, I thought, but, as my hand reached up to brush it, I knew that it wasn't. **************************************************************************** The voices sounded distorted, like they were speaking into giant pots, the sound of them had a distinct metallic noise. I sat slumped in the chair not knowing what to do. The chair was uncomfortable. It was all metal and hard cushiony plastic, or, something of the sort. All I knew at that moment is that it was white, generic, and uncomfortable. I looked at the nurse before me, unable to process the words she was telling me. I was confused, I had just seen you a few nights ago and now. If I was to believe what I was just told. Now. Now you were gone. Oh my god, I thought, you're gone. My mind began to process the words, my brain kicked off the necessary synaptic responses. Immediately, my breathing started to shorten. I felt a cold sweat break out over me. I tried to get up from the chair, but, my legs weren't working. The electrical impulses must have not made it to my legs yet. My eyes began to fill with tears. I was hyperventilating by this point. "Sir...sir, are you ok," the nurse before me said. I struggled to lean forward and stand. My vision was tunneling, what was going on, I thought as I struggled for breath. I felt her arms around me in an attempt to both assist and comfort. This isn't possible. No, this isn't possible at all. I thought. I looked at her through tear filled eyes and in a grief filled confusion, I said, "No, you're wrong. NO!" "NO!" tears followed. "NO!" darkness followed. **************************************************************************** I could never say goodbye to the sadness in my eyes You know you are in my heart but the miles keep us apart There was something different about today. The grey skies seemed lighter, the rain, more of a heavy mist. The lake had lost its leaden somberness. There was something in the air, a familiar scent. It reminded me of something. From long ago, but, not lost. A noise from downstairs draws me away from the window. Are you down there making breakfast for us? I get up from our warm comfortable bed. I hear a door open and close. So, no breakfast then, but, where would you be going at this time. I slip on some running pants and a light jacket and head downstairs. You left a trail of breadcrumbs for me to find. In the kitchen, the coffee is brewed and ready to serve. As I make my way through the living room I see a that you have started a fire in the fireplace. I smile as I think of all the fun we have had in front of that fireplace. I walk towards the front door and out onto the porch. I see a figure moving down the drive and towards the trail to the lake. Where are you going? I walk down the porch steps and follow you. I call for you, but, you don't hear me. I lose you as you go into the forest, but, the path you're on only leads to the lake shore so I know I will be able to catch up. I continue on. The trees open up near the lake and I see you once again. From where I stand I can see you looking at the lake and the sky above. I call out again, but, again you don't respond, so, I make my way down to you. I stand behind you know, I reach out and place my hand on your shoulder, I feel a kind of joy rushing around inside me. It is the feeling I always get when I haven't seen you in a while. I move up against you. That familiar scent of yours fills my nose, I kiss your cheek softly and you turn to face me, and smile. Your eyes, look a little different, perhaps it's the crow's lines that line the edges now. Your hair streaked with silver looks distinguished. I caress your cheek feeling the stubble that would scrape my sensitive areas so deliciously. I can't explain why you look older, but, the look suits you to a tee. I kiss your lips and moan at feeling you against me once again. "I love you," I whisper against your lips as I pull away slightly. I feel your arms circle me and pull me back closer. "Always and forever," you say and kiss me one more time, and as I sink into your kiss, I feel for the first time in a long time, the warm caress of the sun as it begins to peek out from the clouds. I could never say goodbye... ****************************************************************************** Please consider reading my other stories located on the Nifty archive! Flipturn (athletics/high school) Mid-Life Discovery (incest) The Cult of the All-Father (incest) A Love Found (adult/youth)