Date: Sun, 23 Jul 2006 19:31:01 -0700
From: qwb <qwb@san.rr.com>
Subject: Remember That, chapter 3

Remember That   -   "Dark"
An Alex & Joshua story


    Our bedroom is pitch black, a total absence of light.
It is a cloudy night to begin with and Alex pulled the
blackout shade when we came into the room. I turn on the
bedside light and look at him questioningly.

     "I want it dark," he says, one corner of his mouth
curving provocatively. I glance around the room and realize
that he has unplugged the clock, the TV, the DVD player;
even the tiniest sources of light have been obliterated. I
turn back to him and smile, letting him know that I'm ready
to play this new game.
     He comes to me, catching my face in his hands, fingers
splayed across my jaw, thumbs rubbing gently near the
corners of my mouth. He looks at me, wandering his eyes over
my face, a face he must have memorized after all these
years, but he does this occasionally, as though checking for
any tiny change he may have missed since the last time. I
gaze back at him, warming under his intense look. It's
difficult to hold still when he studies me like this. I want
to lean into him, run my tongue along his bottom lip until
he can't stand it and grabs me.
    He reaches behind me to turn off the light and begins
to undress me, one button at a time, licking a path down my
smooth chest as my shirt falls open, ending with his tongue
in my belly button. He probes it gently, tugging at the
ribbon of soft dark hair that disappears into my jeans. I
can't see him at all - closing my eyes wouldn't make it any
darker - I can only feel his hands and his mouth and hear
him breathing.

    He stands, running his hands down my arm, freeing my
wrist from the cuff, pressing a kiss into my palm before
taking my middle finger into his mouth. His lips slide
completely down my finger, catching my breath and sending
chills up my back. His mouth is hot and wet, and his tongue
presses my finger up to his palate as he sucks it. I can
feel the pull deep inside me, in my balls, and they lift a
little closer to my body in anticipation. My penis goes from
firm to hard in seconds, desperate to join my finger in the
dark, wet heat of his mouth.

     While he sucks, his fingers run up my arm, stroking the
soft skin on the inside of my elbow, flexing into the firm
muscles of my bicep in silent appreciation, raking through
the silky hair of my armpit just firmly enough. My knees are
trembling by the time he slides his mouth slowly off my
finger and brings it to mine. His tongue follows the rough
edge of my top teeth until it is inside my mouth, circling
slowly through our joined saliva, tasting me.

     I sway a little, dizzy with arousal and unable to keep
my balance in the black void of the room. He removes my
shirt and turns his attention to my jeans, skimming his
fingers down the buttons, thumbing them down my hips into a
puddle at my ankles. When he turns me, I gasp, falling, then
sink onto the bed on my back. He chuckles softly, tugging my
jeans off my feet. He quickly removes his own clothing and
kneels on the floor between my legs. I know that's where he
is only because he's shoving my knees apart, licking high on
the inside of my thigh, his breath warm on my balls.

     With no other sensory input available, I relax and
surrender to his mouth and hands, to the darkness that
surrounds us so completely that I can almost feel its
velvety weight against my skin. His tongue drops into the
smooth heat of my groin, freshly shaven earlier this
evening, by him. My scrotum draws tighter as he traces the
dark seam from back to front with the tip of his tongue,
then back down again. As he does this, my cock throbs up
from my belly, aching for contact, and my hips roll with the
travel of his tongue.

     He sucks both balls into his mouth in one slow
inhalation and stills for a moment. There is a total lack of
sensation - no sight, no sound, no motion - and I hold my
breath, suspended, until his mouth begins to knead my
testicles in a slow undulating motion. His tongue separates
them gently, rolls them from one side of his mouth to the
other; he sucks them deeper, then lets them slide free and
the air feels cool after the heat of his mouth.

     I feel him rise slightly on his knees, his head
sideways, mouthing his way up my penis, pressing it to my
stomach with just a hint of teeth cushioned by soft lips. A
single finger hooks around my erection, pulling it upright
and I feel his tongue touch just the drop of precum welling
out of me. How can he possibly have such precision of
movement in this absolute darkness? Does he know every
centimeter of my body so well? Perhaps. I know that this is
the most unusual thing he has ever done to me.

      I rise up from the bed with a gasp as he takes me
deeply into his throat on one long slide. The physical
sensations are wonderful, but the real thrill comes from my
mind, from knowing that he has completely engulfed this most
sensitive part of me. I sink back down as he begins to slide
his firm lips up and down me, pausing at the top of each
stroke to swirl his tongue around the head of my cock.
That's a wonderful sensation, one that always draws an
involuntary 'ahhhh' from me. He wraps his hand around me and
follows his mouth as he sucks me. The small rotations of his
fist pull me up from the mattress, trying to prolong the
motion.

     By the time he leaves my erection for the darker
pleasures of my ass, I am lost in the feel of him, eyes wide
open to the night sky that is our bedroom ceiling. After
propping me on a pillow, Alex pushes my knees back to the
sides of my chest and I almost feel as though I'm going to
roll completely over but his firm grip on my hips keeps me
steady.

     When the tip of his tongue first touches my hole, I
shudder and moan and I think I can feel his mouth widen in a
smile. That would be just like him - he enjoys knowing he's
making me lose my mind, one lick at a time. The sounds his
mouth makes on me seem louder in the dark, more distinct,
and I listen to them with growing arousal. It sounds wet and
delicious, and I wish for a moment that our positions were
reversed, that I was tasting him instead of the other way
around. But then he nips my ass cheek firmly enough to make
me jump and I realize there's no where else on earth I'd
rather be.

    When he feels I'm sufficiently primed, he nibbles his
way completely up my body, stopping at my nipples for a few
moments, just long enough to harden them with little flicks
of his tongue. As he kisses me, he presses the head of his
cock to me, rocking a half inch in either direction, just
enough to tease me unbearably - is this the time he's going
to complete the stroke?

     Finally he does, sliding into me with a smooth motion,
my moan rising in pitch as his depth increases. He stops
then, both of us needing a minute to regroup. I can tell by
his breathing that he's very excited, that if I were to move
now, I could push him over quickly; but I don't want it to
end any sooner than he does so I hold still, waiting for
him.

     When he does begin to move, it is with a broken rhythm
- several long strokes followed by two or three short quick
ones. He varies the spacing, and the short ones always catch
me off guard, making me start in surprised pleasure as the
head of his cock glides across my prostate.

     When he slows to kiss me, I pull him down onto me,
wanting his weight to hold me to the bed, to make me feel
real. The utter darkness has dissolved my sense of reality,
of what it was like to watch him as he made love to me; and
if I can't see him, I need to feel him. He seems to
understand and slides his arms under my back, holding me
tightly, kissing my face and neck.

    When I loosen my hold on him a little, he pushes back
up to his knees and I know it's time. As he runs his hand
down my arm, I reach for my erection, so that by the time
his fingers wrap around my fist, I'm already there, stroking
myself slowly. He begins to thrust with purpose now,
grunting softly as he hits bottom each time, and I time my
strokes to his.

     Usually we watch each other to see how things are
progressing but I can't see him, can't watch his face
tighten along with his testicles; so I tune into the sounds
he's making and the movements of his body, and I find that
it's enough. I can tell exactly where he's at, when he's
going to reach that point of no return, when 'soon' becomes
'now'. And when it does, I'm there, too, matching him thrust
for thrust, groan for groan.

     The sensations of orgasm are different in the dark,
also; more intense, more internal, as if knowing he can't
see me keeps it all inside somehow, and I feel like my heart
is going to burst by the time the last of my ejaculation
oozes slowly over our fingers.

     As we come down from one of the most interesting sexual
encounters we've ever had, he reaches over and pulls up the
shade, letting in only the faintest moon glow. It had
cleared a bit since he lowered it, although how long ago
that was, I have no idea. The silvery light is enough for me
to see his face, his contented expression, the look in his
eyes as he smiles at me.

     "That was amazing," I say quietly.

     "I thought you might like the dark." He rolls onto his
back and slides his hand down to hold mine, squeezing softly
as we both drift off to sleep in the pale light of a new
moon.