Date: Sat, 25 Aug 2007 21:43:00 -0700
From: qwb <qwb224@gmail.com>
Subject: Remember That, story 4

Alex & Joshua, story 4 - Alex

    My name is Alex and I'm Joshua's life partner. What a
wonderful phrase, life partner. So perfectly descriptive. It
implies forever, which I believe is true for us; and it says
that we are equals, going through life side by side, neither
more important than the other. I think we both try to keep
that in mind during the inevitable difficulties that all
relationships experience.

     But, as wonderful as 'life partner' is, it doesn't
begin to capture the depth and complexity of our
relationship. I'm grateful and humbled that he has been able
to put into words what he feels for me individually and for
us as a couple. He is much more eloquent than I, and when I
read his account of our first meeting, I was speechless,
much as he was on our way to that first cup of coffee. But
you need to hear my side of that story, my feelings as I
realized that I was meeting someone very special.

     After I put my niece back on her feet, I glanced over
at the bench where he was reading. I had noticed him when he
first sat down and had purposely worked my way to that side
of the play area. When my eyes reached him, he was already
looking at me and our gaze held. I remember swallowing hard
as I walked toward him, then being relieved as hell that he
stood up when I got near.

    He was a couple inches shorter than me, longish light
brown hair, clean shaven. The weather was warming up, and he
wore just a white v-neck t tucked into faded jeans, and old
loafers with no socks. That look always gets me. I could see
the smooth skin of his chest in the neck of the t-shirt and
imagined planting a kiss right there, just at the bottom of
the v.

     As I got close I held out my hand, and he stared at it
before taking it in his own, then raising his eyes again.
His hand was warm and strong, and so familiar in mine that I
lost my composure for a moment, my welcoming smile fading
from my mouth. I managed to introduce myself, and he told me
his name. Joshua. I loved the way it rolled off my tongue.
Spoken aloud, my name is quick and abrupt - Alex - over
almost as soon as you start to say it. His is softer, more
fluid, and suits him very well.

     As I stood in the park, his hand in mine, looking into
his eyes, I knew that I would take care with this man, with
our relationship. I knew already that I wanted more with him
than the fleeting satisfaction of casual sex, so I suggested
coffee, and we spent the rest of the day together. We did
end up in bed, but before that we talked for hours, so that
by the time I undressed him in the shadows of my bedroom, I
knew that he had been blond as a child, lost his virginity
at 17, wanted to learn to juggle; bits and pieces of himself
that I remember to this day because he shared them with me
during those first magical hours.

     He, too, used the word 'magic' in his account of that
day, and it truly was. Magic, fate, karma - something was at
work that evening because we just knew. I've seen a few
other couples like us, so in synch with each other that it
almost makes other people jealous. It was especially evident
when we made love.

    I'm usually fairly aggressive in a sexual encounter.
That night though, I wanted, needed, him to come to me. I
remember sitting on the couch, taking his hand in mine,
lacing our fingers together. After a few minutes he turned
toward me, bringing a knee up onto the cushion and sliding
to me until our legs touched. My gut clenched slightly and I
concentrated on breathing deeply as I brought our joined
hands to his leg. I traced my thumb across the worn denim,
both of us watching the gentle movement. He began to get
hard and I watched his cock grow for a minute, then raised
my eyes to his mouth.

     I leaned forward to kiss him as he came to meet me.
That reciprocal gesture almost did me in. I kissed him
softly, then bit his bottom lip gently, needing to act on
the arousal that was pounding through me. I cupped the back
of his head and pulled him to me in a deep kiss, sinking my
tongue into the warm depths of his mouth. If I'd had any
reservations about the rightness of us, they were gone with
that kiss. As he sucked on my tongue, I could feel the pull
on my cock, and it took everything I had at that point not
to rip his clothes off. I trembled with the effort, moaning
into his mouth.

     He moved into the curve of my arm and rested against my
chest, a classic lover's pose because it works so well.
Tipping my head, I could rub my face against his, kiss him,
whisper in his ear as we talked.

     As we embraced, I rubbed all the way down his back,
spreading my hand and sliding my middle finger down into the
humid warmth of his ass. He tensed for the first time that
night and I stopped abruptly. After a little prompting, he
haltingly told me that he'd never done anal, that nothing
more than his own finger had ever entered him.

     At that point we moved into the bedroom, undressing
slowly, savoring the slow revelation of each other's bodies.
I lay him down on his back, joining him a little lower on
the bed, so that my face rested in the curve of his neck,
where I could kiss him and talk softly to him. I resumed
rubbing his back and slowly worked my way down to his ass,
massaging, kneading. When he was comfortable with that,
leaning into me, relaxed, I pulled his knee up over my hip.
Lubing one hand, I reached between his legs and stroked my
hand up and down his ass, speaking softly to him about what
I was doing. By the time I started to press lightly into
him, he was moaning softly and moving restlessly in my arms.
As the tip of my finger entered him, he gave a little cry
and quivered. I held very still and he quieted after a
moment, tucking his chin to his chest so that his deep
breathing made moist little puffs on my shoulder.

     I was very hard by this time. Just touching him had
gotten me there, but penetrating him with my finger had
taken me to the point of pain and I began to thrust against
his thigh, needing some sort of contact.

    I slowly slid the rest of my finger into him, feeling
him let me in. He was still trembling, but he was relaxed
against me, nuzzling my neck with his mouth. For me, this is
the most intimate of sex acts, the closest I can be to
another human being. Fucking feels great, but the tip of my
finger is better able to distinguish the various sensations
that being inside his body offers, much more sensitive than
a rock hard erection. He was so warm, very tight, silky
smooth, all those overused adjectives that barely began to
cover what I was feeling.

     I moved my finger slowly back and forth, around,
letting him get used to the feel of being penetrated. When
he was moving on my finger of his own accord, I withdrew it
slightly and added my third finger. He took those with
nothing more than one deeper breath, and we played like that
for a while. He became very comfortable with me inside him;
he stopped trembling, and he finally asked me if I was going
to fuck him. My cock jerked when he said me that and thumped
against his leg. He reached down and took me in his hand,
stroking me lightly, and I knew I had to have him.

     I pushed him onto his back, knelt between his legs and
brought his knees up with my hands. He lay with his head
thrown back, eyes closed, arms relaxed at his sides. "Look
at me," I said to him. He opened his eyes and we stared at
each other for a long moment. Then I gripped my cock in one
hand and pushed my hips forward until our bodies met. Our
eyes held as I pressed just the head of my dick into him. He
never blinked, just watched me with those dark eyes.

     When I felt him relax slightly, I put both hands low on
his thighs, lifted him slightly, and pulled him very slowly
onto my erection. His face never changed, no flash of
discomfort, and when his balls were nestled into my pubic
hair, I squeezed his legs and smiled at him. He smiled back
and we stayed like that for several minutes, each of us
taking in the incredible range of feelings happening between
us. When I finally began to move, it was with very long,
very slow strokes. I never increased them, even when I
thought my teeth would shatter from clenching my jaw so
tightly. He began to masturbate himself as he got into the
rhythm of my thrusting.

     My orgasm was different from any I'd ever experienced,
before or since. It had to do with so many things, I
suppose. We were so new to each other, it was his first
time; I think we had already fallen in love, as insane as
that sounds. Whatever the reasons, I was totally silent as I
came, just one hard full body spasm after another as I held
myself still inside him. Emptying myself without pumping
into it was incredible.

     As his orgasm built, he began a long moan that
increased in intensity as he stroked himself, shooting all
over his chest, never breaking eye contact with me. That's
something we found terribly arousing, watching each other
the entire time, from beginning to end. There are times when
I just want to lose myself in it, eyes closed, mind
wandering where it will. But the times we lock eyes are
always more intense, more intimate.

     Finally we slept, curled together, the first night of
so many we've spent like that. Waking up was great; I was so
happy. Not dancing in the streets happy, though that was
part of it, but bone deep content, the sort of feeling that
can carry you through a lifetime of ups and downs. And it
has.


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The 4th of the Alex and Joshua stories - thanks for reading.
Gabriel Morgan


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