There have been responses to my story, and for that I am extremely appreciative. As I mentioned to someone in my email, this part took a bit longer, since I had to research on the Marquis de Sade's writings and Anne Rice's novels, particularly lestat, in order to understand the finer points of erotic literature. I attempted to try it out, and hope it's on par. I prefer tasteful, more imaginative musings, so there. That's my try. Do critique it. Thanks.
A story part 5
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=== (Back to Point of View of Seth) I left him there close to me, just savouring his closeness. But as all things go, I had to leave for dinner with my parents. He promised to call me at night on my cellphone, and he planted me with a huge kiss in the middle of the living room before letting me go, but he had did it right in front of his mother, who simply waved, blushed, and said bye. He has weird parents.
Dinner was a plain affair; my dad took us to a chinese restaurant and I acted like the normal good son, while they acted like the worrying, nagging parents. Everything from grades, holidays and plans were discussed, in the process of digestion and ingestion. The parallels were way off, but there, this was reality, and it never seemed so real to me. All I was concentrating on was my phone.
But it never rang.
It was eight thirty when we reached home and my parents retired to their room while I slowly lumbered up to my bedroom. When it was around nine, when I was in the middle of 'Out, vile jelly!' the phone rang. It was not Mike.
'Hey! Remember me?' 'Yeah? This is Josh right?' 'Yep. You guessed it right. Anyways, are we still hot on the deal?' 'Eh?' I was too disappointed and muddled to configure any sort of logical thought into my brain. 'You meant you forgot? Well, I was planning to ask you if you wanted to hike at the nature reserve tomorrow at nine in the morning? I wanted to go, and since you too are a hiking enthusiast, I decided to have a go at it.' 'Well...'
I was contemplating about this decision. Firstly, Mike had wanted me to tell him anything before I gave Josh a green light, but I was used to flights of fancy quite often when it comes to things of my interest. But as all attached males are (conservative ones, anyway), I decided that I had to inform Mike about this decision of mine, so hurriedly, I said, 'Well, I need to check it out with my parents first, since I may have to go over to my Mum's office tomorrow to sort out some files for her. Is that possible? I'll call ya later, say 10?'
'Oh well, hear from ya then!' and from the other side of the phone the caller put the phone back on the cradle disappointed and heaved a sigh of anger at a plan failed when people who they fancy turn them down.
I called Mike, and he picked up the phone breathless. 'Whoa, are you in the middle of something here? Am I interrupting or something?' 'NO! I was just helping my dad carry furniture up, which is why I couldn't call ya. So what's up hon?' 'Well, I was just wondering if you could let me go with Josh for a hike tomorrow?' 'Hmm... you don't have to ask me you know.' 'But, but, you said ask!' 'God. I really love you. You are so sweet hon! Oh well, just go. But I want you tomorrow night all by myself.
Allow me to speed up the days to Wednesday. THe days, hike passed by uneventfully enough; josh was pleasant enough and knew his hiking experiences well as I did. Also, I managed to squeeze in enough things to do so I felt mighty accomplished. However, what was irking me was that I could not manage to see Mike as often as I wanted since he had to train for the match, and only managed to talk to him. It was quite hurtful really, since I craved his emotional and physical closeness. And it was only a cord line separating us, but what a cord line!
I went down to the stadium that fateful day and watched the match together with Mitch. He was surprised that I came, but I just shrugged and I guess being an enigma helped in concealing the real motives. He managed to see me from the stands, and that being an amazing feat (It's true. Love gives you peripheral and selective MAGNIFYING vision.) He simply smiled and continued to play his game. To say I was bored was a false statement. Soccer was quite fun, especially when your boyfriend appears to be the star of the show, winning two goals on our side to win the match. He appeared victorious and flushed from the victory. I felt happy from him, my heart welled up and I was feeling quite overwhelmed, on the verge of tears yet knowing that it would never had came, and none so was this perfect state of gloriousness and happiness. And it was for someone else whom I truly loved.
There. I said it. I was loving Mike. Not liking it.
I messaged him in a very neutral tone my congratulations. He messaged back, neutrally, [Meet me in the side stadium gate on the east wing in 5] I waved Mitch goodbye and went in that direction. No one seemed to be in that vicinity, and since most of the spectators had left already, it was rather isolated. He was waiting for me there, and when I appeared out of eye shot, he walked slowly towards me and I saw a twinkle in his eyes. Without saying anything, we turned and walked side by side, to a taxi he had hailed, and went over to his house.
When he closed the door, he looked at me and all the emotions I felt came rushing down, and as if interassured of the mind, all came crashing down on him too. We both held each other in our arms and shook. 'I love you so much. When I saw you there in the crowd, I played for you.' 'So much for the cliches. I cheered for you too.' Then I said the magic word without meaning any dramatic effect. 'I love you.'
He looked at me searchingly, and when he could find no doubt, kissed me fully on the lips and encircled me with his arms. He had already flung his bag on the floor, and looked at me again. 'I love you too. I waited a whole year for you to say this. Fuck cliches. I want you.'
If kisses could lead, they led me and Mike up to his room. His parents were out, and I guessed the intensity and magnitude of the day, plus missing him all boiled down on me immediately. I was ready for commitment, and was about to know what love was all about, in the whole package.
He slowly unclothed me but didn't bother to use the same speed on himself. He simply ripped off his jersey and threw it on the floor. He pinned me down to the bed and through his gentleness there exuded a strength which I easily succumbed to. He attacked my neck, thoroughly cleaning it and ensuring it smooth enough for a bite. I moaned unconsciously and when my t shirt left my body, he made sure he covered every part of the body there was to cover. He elicited more moans from me, and my head was way past cloud nine. He was meant to pleasure me, and I took in everything.
He kissed me here, and there, blowing little raspberries everywhere across. He fondled the nipples, and made sure they were tasting mighty ripe for the picking. He traced the contours of the abs, ensuring he tasted my sweat. It was kinky, erotic, and sensual at the same time. HIs hands were working too, massaging, caressing. He had reached my waistband when he suddenly looked up, fell on me and kissed me again, before our foreheads touched, and he looked at me.
I knew that look. I whispered my assent to him. He merely nodded and kissed me again, ensuring me, that it would all be ok. All ok...
He kissed the evergrowing bulge that my underwear could scarce to hide, and everytime his mouth touched it, the sensitive tinglings made me moan harder, wanting more. He planned to tease me, and when he dove in for the kill, nirvana was reached. But he made sure that I was alright, playing the caring lover, coming up to ask me if I was alright, ok. Everytime I would tell him, 'Don't stop. Don't stop!' and he would reply, 'ALright. FOr you hon. I love you... I love you... I love you.' And I savored the sensations as he delivered it, ever buckling my waist to reach more, to let him engulf more of me. It was heaven at its best, beauty, encompassing.
When I was about to reach the point of no return, I took his head in mine and whispered, 'I want to pleasure you too. Won't you let me?' He simply smiled and was already naked. He lay on top of me and began to grind into me, two bodies rhythmically following a pattern. Sounds, sights, bodies all in one mould. All the time I fixed my vision into his, and felt his member pressing onto my abs, wanting stimulation. It was all too fast, this was.
When I started to shudder in quick succession, Mike kissed me and he shuddered too. We felt spasms and the fruits of the labour laid across the river that my abs created. We were adjoined by the fluid, as one. Mixed together.
He looked at me once, and said, 'I love you so much Seth.' 'I love you too Mike.'
If it were possible, I would have loved to stay in that position, positively soaking in the atmosphere. But I couldn't. Not when you're literally wet and sticky and sweaty and your partner is too, and that you need to take a bath because you have just exerted yourself and your partner, a hell lot more. We washed each other up in the bathroom, no toying around, but it was mere practical cleansing. We simply smiled at each other, and the contract seemed sealed to me.
We studied Math together in throughout the afternoon and answered more questions than I ever did answer before. Maybe what we did in the afternoon was so amazing that it simply drew us together. It was this illusory yet realistic air that hung around the whole afternoon, and nothing seemed to stop us from furthering our minds and hearts.
His winning the match meant that he advanced to the next stage of the competition, and as he and I were inclined to do, we discussed about our physical intimacy being on the next level, and when I frankly asked why he didn't let me pleasure him the way he did to me, he blushed and sat nearer to me, nuzzling my neck as he did.
'Why. I just thought you felt uncomfortable about it in the first place... And there was no need to. I just wanted to show you how much I love you.' 'But I wanted too babe... And you didn't let me?' I pouted. 'Alright, calm down hon... we still have plenty of chances, come to think of that. But I am more than satisfied than having you here with me now.' I settled for the answer and continued to bask in his presence. It was quieting and soothing.
When I left his house that evening, he let me go with a sad look. I questioned it and he simply crumbled and told me he didn't want me to go. My heart felt the same way, but I had to go back home to help my mother do her filings, and it was with a somewhat heavy heart that I left. But not long after I stepped out onto his front porch, he rushed down and said that he would see me home.
'Whoa... You sure you wanna do that? Don't you have work to do?' 'Well, I don't care. I'm putting you in top priority. And the fact that I get to spend more time with you, well, yeah.' I was touched that he did that, a small but big gesture to me. Overwhelmed, he slugged his hand over my shoulder and we walked on, feeling ready to take on whatever anyone threw at us.
Maybe it was the aftermath of the session, but it seemed that I seemed to emanate a glow. I greeted my mum rather over enthusiastically, which garnered me a huge raised eyebrow... and found james up in my room doing the treadmill.
'Hey!' 'Hey... wait a minute, you look as if you just had a good fuck!' I blushed. What the hell?? Was it that obvious. I mean, alright, it was my virginity gone, (if you could consider that in this century; I didn't take it into large consideration)but seriously, why did it physically show? 'Well, if I did, you don't need to know.' 'Whatever... anyways, are ya going down for Sarah's party this week?' 'What... are there so many parties anyways this week? Hmm. I'll see how first, I guess I have to make sure Lear's settled before I start to do anything.' 'But give Sarah a call. And bring Mike along, Sarah wants to do a re-patch.' I gave a startled look, but since my back was turned against his, he couldn't see it. Mustering my most neutral tone, I answered. 'No can do. He's gonna be at his aunt's house on that day itself... He told me so.' 'Whoa. So now you know everything about him already eh?' I turned, flipped him the bird, rubbed his chest, and said,
'Go fuck yourself.'
I didn't notice the sad, wistful smile that he had as I left the room.