Date: Mon, 05 Jul 2004 03:48:00 -0700
From: fritz <fritz@nehalemtel.net>
Subject: It Was a Dark and Stormy Night

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Preface.  This story is different from any I have seen, perhaps with good
reason.  This may not be the type of story that one enjoys reading.  It
might properly be called a horror story (not to be confused with whore
story).  In this one I have attempted to both paint a picture and create a
mood.  I have opted for a somewhat dramatic style in order to accomplish
this.  While not of the same caliber, it is my attempt to write something
that might have been written by some of the classic authors.  I'll leave it
to the reader to guess which of those authors I was attempting to emulate.

	As there are as many different likes and dislikes as there are
readers, I have no idea whether there are many who will like this story.
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care for the story.  It doesn't have a happy ending.  However, if I have
managed to succeed in my telling of it, I think you will find it very
erotic.  Then again, that is only my opinion.  I find it very hard to be
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	Here, for your enjoyment, I hope, I present the following.  Fritz

It Was a Dark and Stormy Night

	It was a dark and stormy night.  The wind blew the rain sideways
against the windows and I could hear it moaning in the trees outside the
house.  It had originated in the Gulf of Alaska and, when I glanced at the
weather monitor, I could see the temperature was dropping rapidly.  It now
stood at thirty four degrees and was still going down.  It would soon be
snowing.  Along with the noise of the wind and rain, I could hear the waves
crashing onto the rocks below the house in which I lived which is located
on the Washington coast.  The weather forecast called for eight to ten
inches of snow but I was sure it would be much more.  The monitor had said
the wind was fifty eight miles per hour with gusts to ninety.  I was glad I
didn't have to go out.  The remote road I lived on would probably have
trees blown across it.

	I poured some brandy into a snifter and walked over to my desk.
The fireplace popped and crackled and was a welcome relief from the
weather.  I sat down and taking up my pencil, tried to come up with a story
plot but my mind would not concentrate on one.  All I could think of was
the darkness that was trying to engulf me.  It was out there, just beyond
my vision, trying to catch me with my guard down.  Just when I thought I
could make it out, it would retreat, waiting patiently for me to slip.  It
had been lurking out there for some time now.  I was afraid.  Afraid of the
darkness.  Afraid of what I would do when it overcame me.  Although it was
warm in the house, I shivered.  I wished the darkness would go away.  Go
away and let me write my next novel.  Go away and let me live in peace.  Go
away and let the sunshine into my heart.  It wouldn't leave.  It just
stayed out there. Ever vigilant, ever watchful, ever patient, waiting and
waiting to capture me.  I loathe the darkness, I hate the darkness, I rail
against the darkness but it pays me no mind.  It just stays out there, just
out of my vision and waits.  I know it will capture me soon and I am
afraid.

	I sat at the desk jotting down ideas, and then discarding them.  I
already had a wastebasket full of them.  None of them looked like I could
make a story out of them.  My publishers had called today and to say they
were getting impatient was putting it mildly.  They correctly pointed out
that the novel I had promised them was now almost a year overdue.  I had
told them that there was a conflict in the middle of the plot and as soon
as I could work out a solution I would finish it.  I don't think they
believed me.  The truth was I hadn't even an outline so how could there be
a conflict.  I just sat there sipping my brandy and trying to keep the
darkness away.

	Over the wind and waves I thought I heard something.  I listened.
I heard it again and realized someone was knocking on my door.  I went over
and opened it.  The rain was now mixed with snow.  On my porch stood two
young men who looked to be about twenty.  They were dressed in jeans, sport
shirts, light jackets and tennis shoes.  They were shivering violently. The
taller of the two had blonde hair, plastered down from the rain, blue eyes
and was very slender.  It looked like the only thing keeping him on his
feet was his companion.  The companion was about three inches shorter, say
five foot ten inches and was much more athletically built.  He had broad
shoulders, curly brown hair and brown eyes.  Through chattering teeth he
asked if they could use the phone.

	"Of course you can" I replied while grabbing them and pulling them
through the door.  "But first we have to get you warmed up.  You look like
you're about to freeze to death."  Closing the door I led them to the
bathroom.  "The fastest way I know to warm you up is with a hot bath."

	As I started filling my large sunken bathtub I told them to get
undressed.  The shorter started to help the taller one and all of a sudden
I knew they were more then friends.  It wouldn't have been obvious to most
people but to my experienced eye I knew they were lovers.  After I had them
in the tub I told them I was going to fix them a hot drink.  I went into
the kitchen and grabbed two large mugs and mixed up some cocoa with a shot
of Creme de Cocoa in it.  While putting both mugs in the microwave I
wondered if they would be able to help me dispel the darkness.  When the
microwave beeped I took the mugs and placed them on a tray and headed for
the bathroom.  As I went past my desk I grabbed the cordless phone and
added it to the tray.  I walked in and setting the tray on the edge of the
tub handed each a mug.  Although the mugs were not filled to the brim, they
were shivering so violently I worried that they would spill most of it
before they managed to drink any.

	"I think you should wait until you're teeth stop chattering before
you try to call anyone" I said.  "By the way, my name's Mark Justin.  Call
me Mark please."

	The shorter of the two introduced himself through chattering teeth
as Mike Dexter and his companion as Tim Elliot.

	I added some more hot water to the tub.  "I'm going to go get a
couple of bathrobes while you warm up.  In a bit we can put your clothes in
the dryer."

	I went to my bedroom and dug out a couple of spare bathrobes and
two pairs of sweat socks. I didn't know their shoe size and thought the
socks would be a fair substitute for slippers.  I took as much time as I
could.  When I got back their skin looked a lot pinker and the shivering
had dropped from violent to mild.  I hung the bathrobes up and got out a
couple of the large bath towels I prefer.

	"When you warm up you'll find me at my desk."  Since the living
area is one big room I knew they would see me as soon as they left the
bathroom.

         I walked to my desk and picking up the brandy snifter sat down.
As it warmed in my hand I sniffed the heady aroma and thought of my two
unexpected guests.  Although they were both cold and shrunken their cocks
had both appeared about normal, say around six inches, maybe slightly more.
Tim's appeared the more slender.  His chest was almost hairless, just a
light blonde fuzz.  Mike had lots of curly brown hair covering his chest
and trailing down to his pubic hair.  He reminded me of Eric, my last gay
lover.  God, it had been almost ten years since my wife had caught me and
Eric in bed.  I was thirty seven now.  Where had the time gone?  I wished I
could go back to that time.  The darkness didn't bother me then.  It was a
time of joy and exploration of each others bodies and of happiness.  I took
a sip of the forty year old brandy, once again marveling at its smooth rich
taste.  I could hear them talking softly in the bathroom.  I couldn't make
out what they were saying.  I reached into the front of my slacks and
rearranged my cock.  Thinking about them and Eric had caused it to harden.
I again considered what I had seen of them.  Both looked to be in pretty
good shape.  Their stomachs had been flat and with no hint of a spare tire.
Both had legs that were well muscled like runners or bicyclists
develop. Their faces were nicely featured.  All in all I would have to say
they were two very attractive young men.  Mike had a pleasant baritone
voice.  I hadn't heard Tim's yet.

        After about fifteen more minutes had passed I could hear splashing.
I figured they were getting out of the tub.  All that time I had been
thinking and wondering about how they could help me.  Tim opened the door
and started through.  I could hear Mike say "The phone doesn't work."

        Tim walked across the floor and stuck out his hand.  While I was
shaking it I heard his voice for the first time.

        "Thank you Mark.  If you hadn't been here I don't know how much
longer I would have lasted.

        He had a pleasant tenor voice.  Mike came walking up behind him
with the phone and handed it to me.

        "It doesn't appear to be working."

        I hit the browser button on the computer.  After a few seconds the
screen flashed up, unable to establish a connection.

        "Looks like the phone line is out."  Picking up the remote I turned
the television on.  Snow filled the screen.  "Cables out too."

        About then the lights went out.  They didn't flicker, they just
went out.

        "Don't worry; the auxiliary will come on in a short time."  By the
light from the fireplace I led them over to some chairs.  I could hear the
auxiliary generator start.  A couple of switches clicked and the lights
came back on.

        "Could I offer you a brandy?"

        Shaking his head no Tim responded.  "If we might get a sandwich
that would be better."

        "I had spaghetti this evening and there's lots left over.  How
about I heat it up and fix a salad?"

        Mike smiled.  "We'd sure appreciate that.  We were going to have
dinner down the road."

        "What were you doing on this road?" I asked heading for the
kitchen.

        They followed me and Tim explained.  They had been to visit his
brother and see his nephew who had just been born.  On the way back to
Seattle they had missed a turn.  He'd lived in the area when he was young
and knew the road went through so they had continued down it.  They came to
a tree across the road and when they tried to go back found it blocked
also.  He remembered a resort a couple of miles from where they were so
they had set out for it.

        "That resort burned down three years ago" I said.  "You must have
walked about five miles.  I don't know how you made that far it in these
conditions dressed as you were."

        Mike shivered.  "We were about to give up when we saw your lights.
Even with the lights to go for I didn't think we were going to make it."

        "If you'll get the stuff out of your clothes I'll put them in the
dryer."  I had already put the spaghetti in the oven.  We went back to the
bathroom and they removed their billfolds and the like from their sodden
clothing.  "If you don't mind waiting I can throw them in the washer first?
That way they will be clean in the morning."

        Tim smiled.  "I don't mind.  I like clean clothes."  Tim appeared
to have one of those bright bubbly personalities that everyone likes.  Mike
appeared much more reserved.

        We headed for the washer and got it started.  Returning to the
kitchen I ground some beans and started the coffee.  While I finished
fixing dinner we chatted.  They asked me if I was married.  I told them
about my wife.  How I had gone on a book signing trip and when I returned
she was gone.  About the missing five thousand dollars and that my best
friend Eric was also missing.  How the police had been unable to find any
trace of them these last ten years.  They told me they attended the
University of Washington, what they were studying and where they were from.
When dinner was ready I served them and the conversation slowed.  They dug
in like they might never get another meal.  Mike asked for seconds and as I
filled his plate he said.

        "I haven't had spaghetti this good since I was home last time.  Mom
came over from Italy and she makes damn good spaghetti.  Yours is seasoned
a lot differently but it's just as good."

        I set the plate down in front of him and refilled their glasses
with Chianti.  As Mike worked on his second plate Tim leaned back with a
puzzled expression on his face.

        "Mark Justin, that name seems familiar.  I keep thinking I've heard
it before."

        "You're probably thinking of Marcus Justin, the mystery writer" I
said.

        "That's where I've heard it.  You probably get mistaken for him all
the time."
        I laughed.  "Actually no, I am the mystery writer."

        "Awesome dude. I like your stories.  You've got a creepy mind."

        Mike had finally run out of room.  He had about three bites left
and he pushed the plate away.  He leaned back in his chair, took another
swallow of the Chianti and smiled.

        "Man that was good.  Makes me feel like I was home."

        I got up, poured coffee for all of us and we returned to the living
area.  We all settled into the large overstuffed leather chairs around the
fireplace.

        "Glad you feel like home because judging by the snowfall so far you
may have to be here a few days.  Don't worry, I have plenty of food and
fuel for the generator and I really could use a break from writing.  The
county knows I'm pretty self sufficient and the only permanent resident on
this stretch of road.  They normally plow the others first.  The only
problem is I only have one guest room.  It has a king size bed but if you'd
like I can fix a bed on the davenport?"

        Tim laughed.  "We were assigned the same room as freshmen and I
doubt I could get to sleep any more with out his snoring."

        I knew that they would want to be together but figured it better
not to tip my hand too soon.  The conversation continued with those
carefully worded questions and answers that go on when strangers are trying
to become better acquainted.  Mike yawned.

        "Why don't you guys hit the hay?  Getting that cold takes a lot out
of you."

        I showed them the guest room and told them their clothes would be
in the dryer in the morning.  After that I picked up and went to bed.  As I
lay there I debated.  Should I turn the lights off?  The darkness was still
out there waiting for me.  It was growing stronger and I weaker.  God I am
afraid.

        When I awoke I was surprised to find I had turned the lights off
and slept soundly.  I dressed and went to the bathroom.  When I started
past their room I could hear them snoring.  I peeked in and they were
wrapped in each others arms sound asleep.  They looked so handsome and
desirable.

        I went to the kitchen and fixed coffee.  Looking in the fridge I
debated about what to fix for breakfast.  After deciding and starting the
grill, I went to their door and beat on it.  When Tim answered I told him
if they wanted breakfast they had better get up as I was about to cook and
the next meal would be lunch.  It was seven forty and time to get up any
way.  As I squeezed oranges I could hear them head for the bathroom.  Soon
the sounds of water in the pipes told me they were getting cleaned up.  In
a short while they walked into the kitchen.  Motioning to the table set for
three I asked them how they liked their yolks, soft or hard.  They started
on their juice.  Tim drank his down and asked if he could have more.  I
pointed to the old fashioned juice press and told him to help himself.  He
squeezed another glass and I put the breakfast on the table.  Bacon, eggs
and French toast.  While eating I told them it had snowed about sixteen
inches overnight and was still snowing.  I explained that even with chains
we wouldn't be able to get out.  They seemed resigned to that.

	When we finished, I poured coffee and we retired to the living
area.  I started another fire in the fireplace and we sat back, relaxed and
drank our coffee.  Time to put my plan into action.

	"Fellows, I wonder if I might ask a favor?"  After getting the go
ahead I continued.  "Uhh, I don't know quite how to ask this.  Last night
,,,,I ,,,,well I ,,,,, well you seem like more then friends.  I ,,,, I
could have uhh ,,,,, misread things and if so I apologize."  I looked up.
I could tell I had Tim hooked but Mike had a guarded look on his face.
Looking back down I went on.  "Well, there's this book I want to write and
I was hoping you guys might be able to help me with it."  I paused.  "Oh
hell, I'm making a mess out of this.  Maybe if I start at the beginning
you'll understand."

	"I had this friend when I was in school.  We grew up together.
When we got old enough we double dated.  We partied together and shared
secrets with each.  He never seemed to score with the chicks but it didn't
seem to worry him.  We were best friends.  One Saturday afternoon after we
had graduated from high school but before we went to college we were
hanging around his folk's house listening to the radio when he got real
serious.  He told me he needed to talk to me.  He stammered and kept
starting over but finally got out he was gay.  I was shocked.  I couldn't
think of anything to say.  He went on and after a bit I realized he wanted
me to be his lover.  I called him a queer and a faggot and told him I never
wanted to see him again and ran out of his folk's house and went home.  I
was mad and scared and upset.  When I got home the folks had left a note
saying they had gone out with some friends.  I sat there brooding all
evening and finally I realized what an honor he had paid me.  He loved me.
I felt terrible.  By then it was late and I decided to go over the first
thing the next morning and try to apologize.  I never got a chance.  The
phone woke me up.  Another friend called to tell me he had been killed in a
car accident."  I looked up at them.  They were both hooked.  "Ever since
then I have wanted to find a way to make people understand that gays are
just people too.  When I became a writer I got this idea for a story.  It
has to be well done.  Unfortunately I don't know enough about gays to make
it good enough."

	Tim spoke.  "How can we help?"

	"I thought maybe you could share some of the experiences you've
had.  The good, the bad, the problems facings gays in the straight world,
what you think would help resolve those problems.  Those sorts of things"

	They looked at each other.  They had been together for quite a
while and had learned to communicate without words.  I couldn't read much
of it but in a very short time they had come to a decision.  They would
help.

	We spent the rest on the morning and most of the afternoon talking.
They told story after story about their lives as gays.  Mike surprised me
by his depth of understanding of some of the issues.  I kept making notes
on a legal pad.  Soon it was almost full.  We became caught up in the
discussion.  I know I fixed something for lunch but I have no idea what it
was.  We ate it and continued talking all the while.  Finally in the late
afternoon they ran down.

	"Thank you" I said.  "You've given me a lot of insight on the gay
perspective."

	"Any thing else you'd like to know?" Tim asked.

	"No, I don't think so.  Now if I can just come to terms with the
sexuality of it I should be ready to write the book."

	"What do you mean?" Mike wanted to know.

	I explained that in order to make the characters real I needed to
understand their emotions and minds.  That I had never had any gay
experiences and just didn't see how I could figure that part out.  There
was more of that no words communication and they asked to be excused for a
few minutes.  I could hear they were talking in the guest room and when
they came out it was Tim who took the lead.

	"If you'd like Mike and I will help you discover what it's like."

	"I couldn't.  I'd be too embarrassed."

	"Why?"

	I couldn't explain.  They talked and I talked and finally I said
I'd think about it.  I told them I would let them know at dinner.  They
retired to the guest room and I to my bedroom.  The trap had worked to
perfection.  The darkness was much closer and stronger.  I could tell it
was restless.  I knew it wouldn't wait much longer.  Oh God.  Why hast thou
forsaken me?  Why hast thou sent the darkness to torment me?  Why?  Please
tell me why?

	Looking at my watch I noted it was about time to start dinner.  As
I headed for the kitchen I passed their door.  I could hear soft laughter
from the other side and idly wondered what they were amused at.  Going to
the fireplace I put some more wood in it.  I thought a nice fire would be
right for what I had in mind for the evening.  The wind had stopped and the
snow was gently falling straight down in little fine flakes.  I could see
that there was about two feet on the patio.  Stopping at the stereo I
looked through the cds and picked out some light soft music and put it on.
Turning the light on in the kitchen I started preparing dinner.  Just when
I was about ready to call them and tell them dinner was ready they came
into the kitchen.  I detected a faint odor which told me they had been
enjoying each others company that afternoon.  I served dinner and poured
the wine.  There was almost no conversation with dinner.  We ate with a
purpose.  We seemed to know that when dinner was finished we would get to
the important business of life and not before.  When we had finished, I
poured us each a brandy and we retired to the chairs around the fireplace.

	"Fellows, I have decided your right.  The only way the book will
ever be completed is to have the experiences we talked about.  I can think
of no one who would be better for me to have them with.  You have opened
your hearts and minds to me.  It is time for me to accept that.  I would
like to think that we have become friends and friends should not be afraid
to share."

	We discussed where to start.  Tim asked me if I had ever had a gay
blow job.  I told them I had only had a couple of blow jobs from my wife
and that they were disappointing.  Tim said that Mike gave the best blow
jobs he'd ever had.  I asked what was so great about a gay blow job.  They
explained that gays knew what worked because they could experience it.  I
told them that sounded logical.  The tall case clock in the corner strikes
eight.

	We turned the lights off.  By the flickering light of the fireplace
I saw Mike slowly unbutton his shirt and let it slip down his arms.  He
gently tossed it on the floor beside him.  He then started on his jeans in
the same manner, slowly unbuttoning the top button, drawing the zipper down
and letting them slide down his legs.  When he did the same to his boxers I
could see that he was fully erect.  He withdrew one foot and with the other
gently kicked them over with his shirt.  He walked towards me.  I could
hear Tim's clothes softly land behind me.  When Mike was less then a foot
from me he reached up and put his hands on my shoulders.  He slowly moved
them inward, pausing to gently rub my nipples.  He continued to the buttons
which one at a time opened under his fingers.  When they were all undone he
gently opened it and lifted it off my shoulders.  I could feel his warm
breath on my chest and neck.  Tim took the shirt and slipped it down my
arms and when it cleared my hands tossed it aside.  Mike knelt in front of
me.  His attention was now directed to my trousers.  In that same slow
motion he undid them and let them slide down.  Tim leaned his chest against
my back.  The warmth from it seemed to flow through me.  Mike hooked his
fingers in my briefs.  He pulled the front forward and my cock sprang up
from where it had been imprisoned.  It stood at attention like a marine on
a parade ground while he worked his hands around under the waistband and
slipped them off my hips.  Tim wrapped his arms lightly around my shoulders
steadying me while Mike lifted first my left foot and then my right,
removing my slippers and working my trousers and shorts off.  When he was
done, Tim released me from his embrace and started to massage my neck and
shoulders.  I felt Mike lightly grasp my cock.  It is as if a bolt of
lightning had hit it.  I gasped.  Tim continued his massage and Mike just
held it.  Mike seemed to know when I was under control again.  His head
moved forward and with the tip of his tongue he licked my cock.  It was
like pins and needles of pleasure and pain radiating out from the touch of
his tongue.  Tim shifted his position until he was tight behind me.  I
could feel his erection pressing into the crack of my ass.  He wasn't
trying to fuck me.  He was just trapping his cock between the cheeks of my
ass and his belly.  As Mike continued to lick I started to sweat.  Mike
seemed to pay a lot of attention to that area just under the head of my
cock where the foreskin is attached.  His tongue was warm and when he
started on the slit that I piss from it felt like he was trying to get
inside me and possess me.  He changed tactics.  He started licking the
underside starting at my testicles and sweeping his warm tongue up along
the underside clear to the tip.  By now I was starting to pant.  Tim's body
had trapped enough of my perspiration on my back and in the crack of my ass
so that as I rocked back and forth he slipped up and down me.  Mike took me
in his mouth.  He just held me there.  I could feel the warm breath from
his nostrils in my pubic hair.  When I stop rocking, he started.  His head
bobbed slowly back and forth.  He applied almost no pressure.  His mouth
was a warm tunnel.  I started to move, to try and go down that tunnel, to
look for the joy and pleasure which were at the end of it.  I didn't know
if it would keep the darkness at bay.  I just wanted to find it.  Tim
wrapped his arms lightly around my shoulders, his hands crossing in front.
With his left hand he rubbed and pinched my right nipple and with his right
my left.  Mike slowly picked up the pace and started to apply a little more
pressure.  Tim and I responded.  He was like a conductor of a well trained
orchestra.  Where he went, Tim and I followed.  He was headed for the
climax of the number and we had little choice but to follow him.  Tim laid
his head on my shoulder.  He was grunting.  I threw my head back.  There we
were, the three of us in perfect time.  Tim was dry fucking me, Mike was
sucking me and I could do nothing but respond to them.  Eric had never been
this good, never came close to making me achieve this plateau.  I had had
no idea this level of sexual stimulation even existed.  Every nerve was
stretched.  Every emotion expanded.  My body was on fire.  Mike again
picked up the pace and increased the suction.  Tim and I matched him.  My
testicles felt as though they were being squeezed in a vise, that someone
was slowly turning the handle trying to cause them to burst and release
their load.  I knew the end was near.  I was torn.  If it didn't end soon,
I would collapse.  Yet, I wanted it to last forever.  I was exalted.  It
was if I was standing on the top of a mountain and the universe was opening
before me.  Tim was biting my shoulder and growling.  His arms tightly
clenched around me.  I wondered where he got the strength to squeeze so
hard.  Mike increased the pressure.  I felt as though I couldn't get enough
air.  My chest was heaving, trying to draw in the precious oxygen needed to
sustain me. Then it started.  I felt a twitch deep within me, in that
secret place where I exist.  It radiated outward encompassing me.  I broke
rhythm and lunged.  I felt Mike's nose and forehead hit my pubic hair and
abdomen. Tim fell out of sync with me.  As I rocked back to get another
lunge I felt his pelvis against my ass driving forward.  The perfect rhythm
was broken.  Each of us was on his own now.  I could feel Mike sucking and
swallowing.  I could feel Tim climaxing in the crack of my ass, his semen
running down it and my legs and me thrusting, trying to drive my cock
through the back of Mike's head.  I could feel Mike's hair under my finger
tips.  It seemed to go on forever.  Each thrust seemed to take more of my
strength.  Tim slowed and stopped.  I continued but my strength was fading.
After a few more thrusts I could no longer continue.  I stopped.  I could
feel Mike's forehead against my abdomen and his hands on my knees.  Tim's
arms were still around my shoulders and his chin rested on the right one.
I felt his ragged breath on my cheek.  If they had not supported me I would
have collapsed like a prizefighter whose opponent had just scored a
knockout punch.  Finally my strength started to return.  Mike let me slip
out of his mouth.  Tim turned me and kissed me.  Mike stood and joined us
in kissing, sharing my taste with both of us.  I was ecstatic.  The
darkness had retreated some and I was amongst friends and lovers.  We
finally broke our embrace and went to the chairs and sat down.

         By the light of the fire I could see Tim.  His head was thrown
back and he had a dreamy smile on his face.  His eyes were closed.  Mike
sat with his head leaned forward.  His face was in the shadows.  All I
could see of it was a profile of the right side.  It no longer had that
guarded look he normally wore.  He had an expression of peace and
contentment.  We just sat there, each of us trying to absorb the recent
experience into our psyche.

	Mike spoke.  "Are you ready to take the next step?"  His voice was
soft and had a tender quality that I had never heard in it before.

	"Could I have a few more minutes?"  I was still trying to come to
terms with an experience that had shaken me to the core.  I had thought I
knew all about love and sex.  It was obvious that these two young men knew
far more then I did.  Maybe if I could find out what is was I could defeat
the darkness, banish it forever.  I knew it was still out there but it had
retreated.  I could feel the anger and restlessness in it.  I couldn't
figure out what it was they had.  I just knew that if I could have it, the
darkness would leave me alone.

	I asked what the next step was.  Tim explained that it was the
invasion one person allowed another because of love.  That unlike rape
which was a true invasion and the violation of a person, it was a sharing
of each other because of mutual respect and love.  He explained that if
done for the right reasons it was not disgusting as some people thought.
He pointed out that sometimes a person would experience pain in the
beginning but that pain would go away and the sharing and pleasure would
remain.

	"I want to take the next step."

	They advised me to get out some lubrication.  After they explained,
I told them I didn't have any.  The truth was I hadn't had any for these
past ten years.  We decided to search around the house and see what we
could find.  After a bit we found a tube of hand cream I sometimes use
after I have been scrubbing the house.  We returned to the area by the
fireplace.  I added some more wood.  It had burned down to mainly coals.
As the fire started to pick back up I asked.

	"What am I supposed to do?"

	They explained they thought it would be better if we started with
me on my hands and knees on the floor as that way I would be in a better
position to pull away if I found I could not continue.  They had decided
during the afternoon that if it got this far, Tim would get the honors as
Mike was thicker and they thought that as this was the first time, that
would make it a little easier.  Besides, according to Mike, Tim was a lot
gentler.  I knew right then that I wanted Mike but couldn't say so as that
would be a break in character.

	I kneeled on the floor, my legs together.  They patiently explained
I should spread them so Tim could get between them.  I obliged.  Mike knelt
down by my head.  He leaned down and putting one hand under my chin turned
and lifted my face toward him.  He started kissing me.  Tim started to rub
some of the hand cream in the crack of my ass.  Mike continued kissing me.
His tongue explored my mouth.  I could feel the excitement build within me.
Tim added more of the cream and then he started to massage my anus, working
it in.  Finally, after rubbing and massaging it, Tim inserted a finger.  I
jerked.  Mike told me to relax as Tim was just trying to loosen me so it
wouldn't hurt as much.  I just wanted them to get on with it as I could
feel the darkness trying to sneak in and hoped that it wouldn't interfere.
Mike went back to kissing me as Tim finger fucked me.  After a while he
added a second finger.  It hurt.  It had been so long since Eric had last
pleasured me that my anus was no longer stretched.  Mike again instructed
me to relax.  As Tim continued his work I started to lean back into his
hand.  My cock had hardened.  His fingers were sending waves of pleasure
through me as they touched those places that had long been undisturbed.  I
could tell by his breathing that he was aroused. I was rapidly loosing
control.  Normally my mind could control my emotions and desires but that
was becoming impossible.  I swung around till Mike was in front of me.  His
cock was fully erect.  I reached for it and started to lower my head
towards it.  He stopped me.  He nodded at Tim and told him he thought I was
ready.  Tim brought the head of his cock to my puckered hole.  He held it
there.  I wanted it so badly I leaned back.  God.  The pain and burning was
intense.  I had forgotten what the first time was like and although this
was not the first time, my anus had tightened and it felt like it. I
clinched my teeth and I could hear my labored breathing hiss in and out
between them.  I tried to relax and push down.  Slowly the pain started to
subside and the burning fire died down.  As I became aware of something
besides the pain I realized only his head was in me.  I leaned back some
more and felt it slide further in.  The pain was now rapidly leaving and
the burning was increasing.  It was not a burning pain anymore but a
burning passion.  My teeth were now unclenched.  I leaned back some more
and felt my ass press against his pelvis.  He was now buried in me.  I
paused to rest and catch my breath.  Mike moved his hips towards me.  I
could just reach his cock with the tip of my tongue.  I licked it.  The
taste aroused me further.  I lunged forward and engulfed Mike in my
mouth. Tim followed until he was once again fully in.  I leaned back until
only Mike's head remained inside my mouth.  I swirled my tongue around it
and leaned forward again.  Again Tim followed.  We started that old ballet
that has been around since humans discovered sex could be for pleasure and
not just procreation.  I'd lunge forward and Tim would follow.  I'd lean
back and Mike would follow.  We swayed further and further and faster and
faster.  The waves of pleasure flowed along my tightly stretched nerves
spreading warmth and joy that can only be experienced at times like this.
The pace had increased to the point where I knew anything would break it
and leave us discordant, like an orchestra warming and tuning up.  Mike got
there first.  I could feel him tense and then lunge forward. I greedily
sucked him and swallowed like a hungry child nursing at its mother's
breast.  Then Tim made it.  The warmth I felt as he slammed against me
seemed to travel upwards towards my core.  They were now on different
rhythms.  Sometimes both would lunge into me as though trying to make me
shorter.  Sometimes both would withdraw as though to stretch me.  I felt
like I was only a wave of pleasure floating between their lunging cocks.
In a perfect word times like this would last forever but alas, we live in
an imperfect one.  They soon ran down and stopped.  We collapsed in a
sweaty pile.  When we fell Mike pulled out of my mouth.  I wanted to search
for him but had no strength to do so.  As Tim relaxed I could feel him slip
out of me.  Once again I am alone.  Once again I have no protection from
the darkness.

	"Jesus" Mike gasped.

	I could hear our ragged, labored breathing.  I could feel Tim's
breath on my back and feel his arms around me.  Tim finally pulled his
right arm out from under me where it had been trapped when we toppled over.
He moved a little and snuggled up to me laying his left arm across me. Mike
finally rolled around and backed into me so that I could feel his back
against my chest, the cheeks of his ass against my groin.  I managed to
raise my left arm and drape it over him but could do no more as that took
all my strength.  I can feel their breathing slow and their muscles relax.
I am spent.  I realize they have dozed off but I cannot.  My mind is filled
with feelings and emotions.  They swirl around like dust in a tornado.  No
matter how I try I cannot come to grips with them.  I take a deep breath
and try to relax.  Suddenly the darkness rushes in and seizes me.  I am one
with the darkness.  The tall case clock strikes eleven.

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        I look up from the computer screen.  It is daylight and the sun is
shinning.  I look at my watch.  I have been writing for two and a half
days.  The words just keep flowing.  My eyes burn and my back aches but I
am not tired. I know the story will make the New York Times best sellers
list.  I realize I am hungry.  I decide to eat as I only have part of the
last chapter to write.  I remember hearing the snowplow yesterday.  The
power is back on, the generator shut down.  As I start to rise, I see the
legal pad filled with notes.  I take it over and throw it in the fireplace.
It's a shame I think to myself.  That would have been a great story.  I
guess I'll have to treat it like the one about the missing wife and friend.
Great stories that can never be written.  I think about Tim and Mike.  They
were such nice young men.  Too bad.  Oh well, they wouldn't have made it
much further on that dark and stormy night.

			The End