A Thousand Rainbows

By Mike

Published on Nov 16, 2004

Gay

Welcome back! The feast has ended, and life returns to normal at 2410 West Brunswick Road. And we get a glimpse into the private moments of Sean and Greg, Brian and Bjorn, and Todd Becker.

This story deals with adult themes, primarily same-gender sexual relations. Such relations have their basis in love and commitment, rather than sex for the sake of sex alone. In some cases they will use protection; at other times they will not. You and I should always use protection because we do not live in the world of fiction.

If you are offended the idea of homosexuality or if you are under the age of consent or if you reside in an area where such things are considered illegal or immoral, then you should seek entertainment elsewhere.

Comments may be directed to the author at thornado5@netscape.net

This story is copyright 2004 by Mike Williams. All rights reserved. Thou shalt not steal.

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A Thousand Rainbows by Mike Williams

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A black sports car and a dark green SUV pulled up in front of the apartment building just as the sun was setting. The two men got out of their vehicles, and the elevator delivered them to Sean's loft on the third floor.

"Hope you don't mind entertaining yourself for a few hours," Sean said. "I have to work the evening shift. I should be home a little after midnight."

Greg walked to the corner where Sean's guitar stood. He picked it up and plucked the strings. He frowned. "Don't hurry on my account. You might be home before I finish tuning your guitar." He raised an eyebrow mischievously and twisted one of the tuning keys. "You're out of practice."

"Maybe a little. I could use some practice if you could stay a couple days. I'd like your company too."

Greg replaced the guitar and walked over to his friend and took him into a tight hug. "Thank you," he whispered. Then he pulled away with a big smile on his face. "Now, go get yourself ready for work, Deputy. Go catch the bad guys."

Sean returned the smile and leaned in to kiss his friend.

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"Did you see what I saw today?" Brian asked.

"Would have been hard to miss it," Bjorn replied.

The bedroom was illuminated only by a few candles. The two lovers lay side by side under their blankets and a knitted comforter.

"Do you think anyone else picked up on it?"

Bjorn thought about that for a moment and smiled. "I don't know. All the signs were there. Sean told me the other day that part of the reason he moved to Bridgewater was to forget about love for a while."

"It seems," Brian mused, "that love has come looking for him."

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Everyone turned in early that night; they all wanted to look their best the next morning, especially Todd, preparing to meet his great-grandmother for the first time. But just after he turned the lights out, his great-grandmother was the furthest thing from his mind. This night would belong to Corbin, his closest friend, a full-blooded Apache, skilled in the ways of horses and boys.

Todd had slept naked since he turned ten. It had only been about a month or so that he had sprouted hair above his penis, hair as dark as his ponytail. And it was only within the last couple weeks that he had shot his first load, during a sleepover in Corbin's bedroom. He so desperately wanted to relive that night, wanted Corbin to be with him at this moment.

As he closed his eyes he could picture Corbin's long hair, held in place by the headband favored by his Apache relatives. Todd could see Corbin's wide, friendly smile and his dark, flashing eyes. Those eyes, black as midnight, that could look beyond his own and see into his very soul. Corbin had yet to reach puberty, but was showing wisps of hair above his penis. Already a master of self-pleasure, it would only be a short time until he too would know the pleasures of ejaculation and offering his seed to his partner.

The evening had started innocently enough, playing video games until midnight, when Corbin's adopted parents, Drs. Erik and Joost van Dyke, announced that the time had come for going to bed. Having spent the night at Corbin's many times, Todd was no stranger to the displays of affection between the two men, nor the affection they showed to their adopted son. Even though he was thirteen years old, the two doctors made a point of stopping by his room before bed every evening.

The two boys had shed their clothes and slipped between the sheets in the darkened bedroom.

"I love you, Todd," Corbin had said.

Todd replied in kind. "I love you too, Corbin."

They had moved closer together, their tentative fingers gently exploring each other's chests, teasing each other's nipples.

Todd smiled, remembering his lover's touch as he reached down to his balls in their soft, velvety pouch. He loved Corbin's balls, and he loved sucking on Corbin's balls. And he loved having Corbin touch and suck his own balls. He marveled at the feeling of the downy hairs sprouting from his scrotum.

He gently rolled his balls in his left hand while his thumb teased his glans. He stopped for just a moment to lift his hand to his nostrils and take in the heady fragrance of boy-sweat. He loved that smell; it reminded him even more of the boy who was now more than a thousand miles away.

"Corbin," Todd whispered. "Can you hear me?"

So wrapped up in his pleasure, Todd almost thought he heard Corbin's reply, that just maybe his friend, so far away, was in his own bed, doing the same thing, thinking the same thoughts. In his mind he could see and feel everything he and his friend had done; he could feel Corbin's hand gliding up and down his cock, slick with lubricant. Corbin was skilled at the art of teasing and pleasing another cock. Regardless of his angle of attack, his thumb always gave a little flick on the up-stroke, teasing without mercy.

Alone in his room, Todd did his best to imitate Corbin's technique. As his right hand stroked his cock, he reached with his left hand down past his balls, to touch his asshole, to play a finger over his tender pucker. He gave a little push, and his sphincter gave just enough to allow a finger entrance. He dared not push any further, lest he push himself over the edge too soon.

Not wanting to break the spell of pleasure, Todd willed himself to relax. But it was all for naught as the pressure became too great. He could feel his orgasm building. Waves of pleasure overcame him, as his cum erupted from his cock, hitting his chin and both of his nipples in three powerful spurts of boy-juice. The finger in his asshole was almost forced out by the action of his prostate. But Todd kept his finger firmly in place, pushing it in just a little more.

The last of his cum dribbled from his cock. Todd dropped his cock and lifted his hand to his mouth to taste his own seed. He licked his fingers clean and then wiped the cum from his chest and sucked it all from his fingers again. He savored the flavor of his sperm and swallowed every drop.

Finally he removed his finger from his asshole and retrieved a tissue from the box on the nightstand to clean the few remaining traces of his pleasure. As his breathing returned to normal, Todd closed his eyes and kissed the air in front of him just as if Corbin was really there. "I love you, Corbin," he whispered.

Then he turned over and settled in for a restful sleep.

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to be continued in Chapter 26

Next: Chapter 24


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