Date: Mon, 8 Mar 2004 21:58:57 -0800 (PST)
From: Michael Jon Loewe <noteman123@yahoo.com>
Subject: Zach Chapter five young friends

Zach -- Chapter Five

by Michael Jon Loewe


Well -- the show was going great.  Sold out houses,
actors who were dedicated and hardworking and a show
that was teriffic, even if my dad did direct it.

Zach and the rest of the cast were never off. I
couldn't believe the level of professionalism. So in
the second and last week of the run we had our days
free (except for the Wednesday matinee) and our
evenings full of the thrill of live theatre. I know of
nothing better than creating live theatre -- well,
maybe -- no, NOTHING better, not even sex. There is
something about the adrenaline, the lights, the
costumes, the makeup -- the just plain excitement of
it all. And at the center of it all was Zach.

Our days were lazy, with loving, cuddling, making out
and some sex. I spent some days at Zach's house and
his mom would bring us in at night for the
performance. On Friday, the day before we closed, I
went home with Zach after the performance so I could
say goodbye to him and to his family. I was a tough
day. I got teary, Zach got teary and so did his
brothers and sisters. But I just know I am going to
see them all again.

But back to Friday night. We were lying on the bed
fully clothed. (Why, I can hear you ask?) Well, we
were exhausted. Not just from the physical exertion
from the show but from the depressed feeling that was
coming over us that all this was coming to an end. I
held Zach and kissed his eyes and nose and mouth. I
played with his curly hair and ran my fingers all over
his damp face. And kiseed him again. He fell asleep in
my arms and I held him close as I drifted off to
sleep.

I had one of those nights again and I awoke with a
start. Zach was still in my arms, breathing softly,
his beautiful lips begging to be kissed. I brushed his
lips lightly with mine and he stirred. His hands went
to my sides and held me. He pulled me close, facing
him, and we kissed. His hands undid my belt and my zip
and he eased my pants and tighty whities down my legs,
with my help of course. He kissed my feet and legs, my
ball sack, my pubes as his hands tickled and caressed
my whole body. I started undressing him. Off came his
shirt revealing his perky little nipples and innie
belly button which, soon, would lead down a trail to
paradise! He started stroking my penis. I slowly
slipped off his pants and boxers and rubbed my hands
all over his stomach, pubes and thighs -- with the
occasional lingering touch across his dick and balls.
We tickled and felt each other for what seemed like
hours. He was rock hard and so was I. I touched his
dickhead with my tongue. Zach shivered. I did it again
and he moaned and moved to tongue my cock. We licked
and tongued each others shafts, slowly, surely. The
feelings coursing through my young body were
incredible. I hoped Zach felt as good as I was
feeling. Warmth surrounded my penis. Zach was taking
it all -- all 7 inches -- in his 12 (soon to be 13 --
in 2 weeks) mouth. I took his sixer all the way in and
nuzzled my nose in his growing bush. He smelled sooooo
good. And he tasted -- like -- well -- I don't know --
but really good! He moved faster along my shaft and
sucked me good, running his tongue all over my cock. I
moved my whole mouth on and off his rod of iron and
his hips started bucking into my mouth. I tasted it --
creme -- boycreme -- Zach's boycreme -- I was full and
content -- then I started shooting and Zach ate it
all. I came off his dick and he came off mine and we
looked at each other and smiled. I moved around until
I was facing him in the eyes. I could look into those
pools forever. I could get lost in them. We both
reached for the covers and I pulled Zach to me. I
cradled him against my chest. He kissed my right
nipple lightly and I ran my fingers over his back. We
fell asleep -- again -- in the act of loving and
comforting each other.

Morning came and so did the noise of children swimming
and splashing around in the pool. I walked to the
window, naked, and looked out at them. Then I looked
at the clock. It was 1pm! I saw Zach get out of bed
and walk towards me. His penis flopped from side to
side as his ballsack pushed it up and down. He reached
out and took my dick in his hands and I returned the
favor. And there in front of the window we stroked
each other until we came on the floor. I hope that the
kids didn't see us. (I later found out they didn't) It
was a cool way to wake up. A morning stroke in the
full sunshine, in front of a window -- fully naked.
Damn!

We wiped our cum off the floor and pulled on our
swimsuits and went to join the kids for a morning --
uh, early afternoon, swim. As we emerged from the door
the kids screamed at us to join them.
"We're coming! We're coming!"
Zach whispered to me, "We already came!"
I elbowed him lightly, stifling a giggle.

We jumped in the pool and the younger ones scattered
as the splash swamped them. But they were soon on us
and then there were legs and arms and bodies flying
all over the pool as Zach and I tossed the kids
around. They were -- insatiable (pretty good, huh -- I
looked it up!) as they just wouldn't quit. Luckily for
Zach and I, his Mom called us in for lunch so we got a
break.

The afternoon was filled with William's baseball game
(which his team won) He was pretty good, too -- got a
home run and two doubles where he was able to make it
home too! Then it was time to leave for the theatre.
We had a great closing night! Super performance and a
great audience. The show was a super hit. But we
couldn't extend, because the next director was now
working with the cast during the day in order to open
with another show in 2 weeks. Zach was going to be in
that one too, but in just a small role. I again went
home with Zach. I had to! We straggled into his room
and the kids followed cause they had all been to the
closing night. Zach fell on his bed and I collapsed
into his comfy chair. The kids all clustered around
me. They asked me if I was going to be back soon.
I actually started to cry.
They started to cry. Man, what a baby I am.
I told them, "I will be back!"
I seem to remember that phrase from my history class!
And maybe sort of from a Schwarzenegger movie.
But I meant it. I would get back, somehow. I got a hug
from each of the kids as Zach's Mom came in and
ushered them off to bed. I sat there in the chair and
stared at Zach. I took in his perfect smile, his
perfect face, his perfect form. I lost myself staring
into his eyes again. He seemed to be returning
everything that I was sending him. We stared at each
other, devouring each other.
Zach started to unbutton his shirt. Slowly, one button
after another, his shirt revealed his pecs, abs and
arms as the shirt dropped to the floor. Zach stood up
and took off his pants just as slowly. Well, needless
to say, there was a lot less room in my shorts. He was
naked and gorgeous! His proud boner pointing up at the
sooo sexy 45 degree angle. What a stud! I stood up and
stripped for him. His hand tickled his balls and shaft
as my clothes dropped one by one to the floor. My
raging hard on popped up but pointed straight out,
right at Zach.

I walked over to him and eased him down on the bed. I
started kissing him. Inch by inch, beginning at his
forehead, across his eyes, ears, nose and mouth, down
his throat and over his shoulders and pecs, lingering
on his nipples. He moaned and lightly tickled my ball
sack. I kept on kissing his scrumptious body. His abs,
belly button, belly, pubes, thighs, calves -- ballsack
and cock. Every inch, literally, of his body had been
covered by my kisses. He was harder than a rock and my
dong was poking out quite painfully -- even with
Zach's tickling of my pubic region. I ran my finger
lightly over his dickhead, around the base of his
shaft and across his ballsack and then repeated it
over and over again. His dick spasmed and shot and
shot and shot and shot and shot a seemingly
neverending fountain of boycreme! I leaned over and
licked up the spermy fluid. Zach's hands roamed all
over my body as he pushed me down on my back. His
penis was soft now, but he used it to tickled me all
over as I had kissed him all over. I smelled him
deeply as his dick passed over my nose and lips. I
moaned as his penis brushed my nipples, my stomach, my
pubes and hard cock. He took the tip of his dick and
rubbed it lightly against the swollen head of my
nearly exploding cock.  That was it! I came --
fountains of cum -- I came all over me, Zach, the bed.
There were ropes of cum hanging from Zach's arms and
pubes. Puddles on the bedsheets. Streams across my
chest. Zach lifted his arm to his mouth and slurped
the cum off and past his lips. He licked my chest and
dick clean and then laid down on me and kissed me. I
tasted of my own cum. It's something we loved to do
with each other. Eating each other's cum and then
letting the other taste his own cum on his lover's
lips.  We again fell asleep, me on top of Zach, my
arms around him and his around me.

This time I awoke to silence. I opened my eyes to find
Zach, dressed and staring at me. I was still naked. He
tossed me my clothes and then came over and began to
put them on me. He tucked my penis inside my shorts
with a kiss on the tip and a caress of my balls. He
pulled my shirt over my head and kissed my nipples as
he covered my chest. He squeezed my package as it
dissappeared inside my pants with a zip and a button.
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and brought his
lips to mine, in a long and very pleasant kiss. I
squeezed his firm butt cheeks through his tight black
Calvins. He squeezed back.  I pressed my crotch into
his and we ground them together softly.

"Breakfast!" came the call from downstairs.
"Be right down!" was Zach's reply.
He released his hold on me and I, not really wanting
to let go, let him lead me downstairs to breakfast. It
was a very quiet scene. All the kids were there and so
was their Mom. They seemed to be eating, but it was
really weird. Like another dimension. Zach let go of
my hand with a squeeze. We sat down and poured our
cereal and milk and joined the quiet crowd of sombre
breakfast munchers.

William blurted out, "I don't want Michael Jon to go!"
That did it! I was in tears again. Then the rest
started blubbering.
It's hard to eat your Cheerios when your hand and body
are shaking. I put my spoon down. Each sibling did the
same and they all looked at me.  Suddenly, I was at
the end of a long line of hugs. William, Jimmy, Sarah,
Roger, Jenny and Tate all hugged me and kissed me
goodbye. Even their Mom joined in. Nothing was said --
nothing needed to be said.  Their Mom comforted and
quieted the group. We silently finished our breakfast.

I was one of the hardest things I have ever done.
Getting up when the horn beeped and walking to the
front door. They all followed me. Zach couldn't stand
it anymore. I stood in the doorway. Zach ran to me,
threw his arms around me and kissed me full on the
mouth. I kissed him back. Then all the kids hugged me
again. We all promised to keep in touch, email and
snail mail. Nothing more was said, even about the BIG
kiss.  As the door closed behind me my eyes began to
water again. As I opened the door to the car I looked
back and they were all waving out the front window of
the living room. I waved and smiled. As I sat down on
the seat, my dad looked at me and I burst into tears.
He waved at the kids and drove off. He went a few
blocks and then pulled over. We were quiet for a
moment, Dad handed me a kleenex. There was more
silence.
"You really love him, don't you?"
My jaw would have dropped if it weren't for the sobs
that issued again from my throat. He put his arm
around me and pulled me into his strong shoulder. He
kissed me on the top of the head.
"Love is the most powerfl thing in the universe,
Michael Jon. You never know when it will strike or
with whom it will happen. Do you love Oliver as much
as you love Zach?"
I was silent. I was dumbfounded.
"How long have you known?"
"Since your first sleepover."
"You don't care I'm gay?"
"No -- well -- I kinda wanted grandkids!"
"Jessica will handle that for you!"
"Yeah -- I guess. Do you love Oliver as much as you
love Zach?"
"Yeah, dad. I think I do. Is that crazy?"
"No! Just  -- normal."
He squeezed me once more and drove off. It was six
hours to New York City. It was pretty silent. I slept
a lot. Dad woke me at the Statue of Liberty, just
before the Lincoln tunnel. He decided to give me the
full treatment, passing the Statue of Liberty, seeing
the skyline without those familiar twin towers was
kind of  -- not depressing but -- strange. Then we
drove up the length of the island until we reached
Eighth and 41st where our hotel was. The Milford Plaza
 and right next to it was "Phantom" Across the street
was "The Producers". Across Eighth Ave was "Man of La
Mancha" Down the street was Bernadette Peters in
"Gypsy" I was in heaven. I was in NYC and one block
from Broadway. We stayed for 14 days and saw
everything, well almost. The above mentioned and "Lion
King", "Beauty and the Beast", "Chicago", "Nine" with
Antonio Banderas ( I got hard all over again),
"Thoroughly Modern Millie," "Hairspray," "42nd Street"
"Long Days Journey Into Night," "Cabaret,"  a
beautiful little play called "Enchanted April" and
across the street a `family' show called "The Prince
and the Pauper." I saw Zach in every move that both
the Prince and  the Pauper made. He would be
incredible in either role. We saw the deaf version of
"Big River." (WOW) Caught "Urinetown" and "Rent." Am I
a luck SOB or what? I visited Central Park, The Virgin
Records Megastore, Toys `r Us, The Empire State,
Greenwich Village, Ground Zero, Radio City Music Hall
where I caught a Nelly Furtado concert. Went to a
great exhibit at Lincoln Center about Musical Theatre
Original Cast Recordings. Bought a lot of cast
recordings and visited Drama Book Shop. Shit! I had a
blast. I think dad was trying to ease the parting from
Zach by distracting me with all this stuff. We even
got in on a taping of David Letterman.  Dad lied and
said I was 18!!!!!! After 2 weeks in NYC and a whole
hell of a lot of money spent we left for home. I
thought about Zach a lot. I still think about Zach.
But there was email waiting for me from him when I got
home. It is not as good as him being there but It'll
have to do. Oliver was waiting for me and after 2
weeks in NYC without Oliver or Zach I was a little
tired of hand jobs in the bathroom or in the shower.
My first night home, Oliver invited me over to his
bed. We spent a glorious night renewing our physical
and sexual familiarity with each other's bodies. But I
found a surprise waiting for me. It was right on top
of Ollie's dick. He was sprouting blonde hairs! He was
no longer to be a hairless (fucking studmuffin boy
wonder that he is) teen. He was joining the ranks of
the forested nether regions! And sex with Oliver is
great! No, uncategorizable! Cosmic? I was back in my
first love's arms and it was  -- cool!

Michael Jon Loewe

P.S. Don't think for a minute that I have forgotten
about Zach. I think of him all the time. I call him,
email him, draw little hearts on my letters to him.
Oliver and Zach and I chat online a lot. Ollie likes
him just from chatting with him. The day after I got
home Zach turned 13. I wish I had been there to give
him a birthday present! But I sent him a picture that
Ollie took of me naked and hard, so -- well -- he's
sending me one of him in his "Birthday" suit!