Date: Thu, 24 Sep 2009 17:54:03 -0400
From: p3skyadam@aol.com
Subject: love and death part 2

The man shut the door with a sigh, and listened as the police car pulled
away. He'd told them he knew nothing, which wasn't exactly true. But what
was he meant to do. Tell the truth and show them Jamie's journal? No. He
couldn't show it and run the risk of it being taken in as evidence,
especially since he hadn't finished that last entry. He wandered back to
his armchair and flopped down heavily. He took a swig of whiskey and picked
up the journal.

'Karl's dead. I don't know what happened. He picked me up in his car and we
were driving along, and... and i felt this thing in my chest. It felt like
something was crushing my heart, or perhaps trying to rip it out of my
chest. I saw Karl was suffering them same thing, he lost control of the
car, and hit a tree. I was thrown from the car, and i passed out. I woke up
in hospital. I find out that the doctors were confused as out about Karl's
death. He'd been wearing a seatbelt, and apart from whiplash he seemed to
have no other external injuries, yet his heart had stopped, with no real
reason as to why. But i think i know what happened, but even to me it
sounds crazy. But somehow... I know it's true. I felt the hand of death
tonight, and its like i can feel him somehow now, and i can feel something
which terrifies me beyond anything i had known. He's looking, he's coming
for me...'

The man had tried to make out the next lines that Jamie had written, but
the tears which had stained and ran down the page made the last of it
unreadable. Each stain had been a tear, cried out of grief and fear, and as
the man saw them marks left on the page he could almost feel how Jamie had
when he'd written this entry. He turned a few pages until the next entry,
where the words were readable once again.

' I have done everything i can to find out about death. I've seen psychics,
mediums, everyone and anyone who i though could've helped me. I don't know
what was worse, the fact that none of them could help me, or that no-one
believed me. I can feel him, it drawing nearer every day. I'm so
scared. I'm so alone, and so helpless. It seems all i can do is sit and
wait for the inevitable to happen. I don't want to die. I want to live, to
love.'

'He came again for me today. I... I don't know how i survived. I was at the
bus station, and i felt it creep on the heels of my shadow. I felt it's
horrible icy grip clutch at my beating heart, and begin to squeeze it. I
felt the sick pleausre it got from it, felt the intelligence that knew what
it was doing.  I felt everything go cold, and realised that Karl hadn't
loved me, that no one had loved me for the want to love me. It was so
strange, it was like this truth made me not care that i was about to die, i
really had accepted it. Wanted it, even. To die rather then live another
unloved second. But just as i felt the final thump of my heart cave under
the monster's grip. I felt a warm hand hold my face. Somehow i was still
awake, without a beating heart. But i could feel death surrond me like
water in a swimming pool. But then i felt something else, something warm. I
realised with my dying brain that a pair of lips had enclosed mine. The
warmth poured from that mouth, down to my body, and filled up it with
warmth. But what was more. Was the total and undoubted love i felt pour in
also. as the warmth filled my body, so the love filled my soul. I fell
forward, into a soft but strong pair of arms that held me tight, and i felt
so safe. My body and soul screamed at my brain that just for this moment, I
wanted to live. This was worth living for. I felt the soft thump, as a
heart began to beat again. This time with a purpose, this time for him. And
i hadn't even seen his face. I fell asleep like an infant in its mothers
embrace. And woke up here, in my room. I need to find him. I would say that
my life depends on it but it really wouldn't be true. He, whoever he was,
is my life now.'

The man smiled and took another swig of whiskey. It was something that
always made him happy, a new love being kindled. He turned the page and
read the next entry.

'I tried my best to find him again. i stayed for hours at the bus station
for a week, then asked around and even checked the cctv footage. I tried in
vain. I could feel myself losing hope, and began to wonder if it all had
been in my head after all. It was after two weeks that despair finally
consumed me, and i stood there, surronded by people, and felt the tears
begin to roll unashamedly down my face. No one looked twice at me, no-one
asked if seomthing was wrong. No-one cared. And then i felt those arms wrap
themselves around me from behind, and i felt that warm love again. It drove
away the despair, the fear i had about death still hunting for me. We just
stood there, for minutes. Maybe even an hour. Finally when i turned around
i saw his face. At first i couldn't believe my eyes. It was Karl!. No, i
remembered he had a much older brother, and i realised that this must have
been him. But i already loved him, but it was nice to put a face to that
love. He kissed me again, and i felt a passion i had never even felt even
close to coming near with Karl. Wordlessly he led me outside to his car. We
drove for a time, until we reached what i presumed was his house. He picked
me up and cradled me as he kissed me, and carried me inside and up to the
bedroom. He lay me on the bed like i was the most precious delicate thing
on this earth. He moved his had down his white shirt, and the buttons
smoothly came undone, and the shirt slid and flowed down to the floor. I
could see the defined muscles like a perfectionist body builder's, and i
stretched out a hand and ran my fingers down his front, feeling each hard,
toned muscle, feeling the electricty that burst into life at the point of
contact of skin on skin. Out of the corner of my eye i could see his head
laid back, eyes closed. A smile stretched across his handsome
features. Also I could see the once flat crotch begin to bulge and rise
until the fabric was full and stretched tightly. His fingers naturally ran
themselves through my hair, his fingers tracing the features of my face,
until one long finger rested on my lips. He pushed it forward, and my
unresisting lips parted. I could taste his finger on the end of my tongue,
and then he withdrew it and brought it up to his own lips. He liked the
taste apparently as he gently pushed me back and leaned over me and
proceeded to kiss me as deeply and as vigourously as he could. His hands
seemed to move with unatural ease as they went under my shirt and rolled it
up and over my head. Now when he resumed kissing he pressed his torso to
mine, and the touch of our skin made me quiver with anticipation and
excitement...'

The man paused his reading to adjust his crotch as he was already tenting
at what he was reading. It had happened the other times he'd read this part
to, and as he began to resume reading he absent mindedly stroked himself
through the fabric of his jeans.

'He all but tore off my belt and began to grind his bulge against my
own. Our breathing became a heavy pant, and the sweat began to coat our
bodies. It could feel the flush of heat surge through his body and into
mine, and could feel the rising desire of both of us to be joined as
closely as was physically possible. I wanted him inside me, and he wanted
to be inside of me. so as he rose and began to slide down his trousers i
slid my own jeans down. his legs rubbed up and down against mine, tingling
as the hairs entangled. I looked down at his manhood, and saw just an
immense tool of raw fucking power. It was a serious turn on to think that
that power was in moments about to be unleashed on me. With the amount we
both we sweating it was enough to easily lube up his cock without any
further lubrication. He merely aimed it roughly and began to press forward
slowly, easing with way to the point of virginity. He stared into my eyes
as he jabbed forward slightly, and with it taking my virginity away
forever. I felt some pain, but not a trace of regret, and he gave me time
to adjust before sinking slowly onto me. Soon we my own dick was
sandwhiched between my stomach and his, so as he slid in and out of me with
a hastening pace, his torse front rubbed up and down mine. It wasn't long
before i burst with a moan, and let out a jet of cum between out torso's.
He didn't miss a beat nor slow down, and soon we were both lathered in my
cum. His stroked became even more powerful in intensity and the orgasm i
had was renewed before the first one ended. We continued like this, in a
blissful session of lovemaking until i felt him release his seed into me
with a flourish of new warmth and a chorus of lusty grunts from him. Only
then did he raise up and begin to clean my entire front with his tongue,
swallowing all the cum he could. He kissed me again and rolled beside me,
not breaking the kiss. then we parted for a moment so we could get under
the covers, i felt happily exhausted and ready to sleep. I lay on my side,
back to him. He shuffled up behind me and threw an arm over me, pulling our
bodies together. He wrapped a leg around mine and nuzzled into my neck. I
felt so comfy, so at peace, that despite my desire to stay awake and revel
in this i couldn't help but fall asleep. It was the best moment of my
entire life.'

The man put the journal to one side, and looked at the cum soaked patch in
his jeans. With a sigh he got up to grab a shower and get changed, before
returning to the journal...