The following is a true story describing my encounters with someone very special to me. I would imagine all your usual legal disclaimers apply so if you shouldn't be reading this, then don't read it.
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Lachlan Williams - tempus-fugit@windowslive.com
I want to tell you about the most amazing person I've met in about 14 years. In the short time I've known him, I have known love, desire, passion, lust and heartache. Let me start first by explaining a little about my life so far.
When I was 14, I met my soul mate. Within a few weeks of knowing him, I knew without a doubt that he was my soul mate. I fell in love with him faster than I'd realised. Yes, at 14 I knew what love was, and knew that I was in love with him. He saved me from self destruction, a burden I've carried since the first time I was sexually assaulted as a child. Years of sexual abuse from the scum who sired me and his disgusting pig of a brother, the filthy priest at the school I attended and the countless beatings I received at school all weighed heavily on me. I had no self confidence, no hope, no future. I considered so many times killing myself, I couldn't deal with life.
Then I met Rama. He was my height, had a well built and defined body. His nose was sharp angled, his jaw square and firm. His eyes were the brightest green I had ever seen. Piercing even. His lips were soft, full and pale pink, and every time he kissed me, I melted. He had beautiful caramel skin, so deliciously smooth. He was always clean shaven, every part of his body. His hands were firm yet soft skinned. Whenever he touched me, I tingled with desire. And his hair was dark, and always set in untidy spikes. He was like the sun, burning the hurt and agony from me. I told him everything that happened to me, or rather, everything I could remember. The years I spent with Rama, I began suppressing all the horrid memories I had, leaving only room for love and hope.
My time with Rama was beautiful. I was loved, I was needed, I was comforted, I was happy. He proposed to me when I was 18. I happily accepted and was in total bliss. We knew we could never get married, but to know that he was mine, and I his, for the rest of our lives was all I needed.
I lost the love of my life on December 5th 1999. We were both struck by a drunk driver on our way home from dinner. I was barely conscious when he died. I watched his mangled body cease moving as the life disappeared from him. I was never the same since.
I have over the last 10 years, had countless relationships, but none ever measuring what I had with Rama. I think I was the architect of my misery by holding Rama on that pedestal and measuring anyone I was dating against him. A foolish mistake.
My relationships have been abusive, fraught with anxiety and fear, never feeling love and happiness like I did with Rama. I went from one relationship to another, trying to find that person who would equal his greatness. I stopped looking three years ago, when I left my then boyfriend.
I experimented sexually, discovering more about myself and my darkest fantasies. I put myself in countless positions that would have proved fatal, but, I pulled through. Having lost the love of my life, nothing could compare to that pain. I'm capable of experiencing a lot of pain nowadays, purely because of the suffering I've been subjected to over the years. I almost feel no pain today.
I have also become quite content in myself. Having struggled with confidence since Rama's death, I gained a lot of weight, and I really didn't care. I have never been so happy as I am now. However, in the gay world, you're not hot unless you're a rake and smooth as a babies arse. If you want to fuck a twig as smooth as a babies arse, go and fuck one. Don't project your insecurities onto others. I am completely and totally happy with who I am. It just appears that most others can see only the shell that is my body and never see the true me. Well, that was what I thought.
Not more than two months ago, I met George. He is so beautiful. He is roughly my height. He has the fairest skin, soft and decadent, as smooth as Rama's. His nose, so very similar to Rama's in shape. His eyes, not unlike Rama's as well. They are the same shade of green and identical in shape. They're capable of piercing the walls I've surrounded myself with. His hair is even reminiscent of Rama's. George's hands are as firm and soft as Rama's. His lips, though not as full as Rama's have exactly the same soft touch as them.
The first time I met George, I was visiting my ex boyfriend, with whom George's best friend was flatting. I was having a drink with my ex and his flatmate, when George and his then girlfriend came visiting their friend. Funnily enough, George had a cast on his left leg. That made me laugh and nicknamed him "Cripple", eventually.
At first I paid no attention to them, being completely engrossed in conversation with my ex. He may have treated me badly, hospitalised me twice and been the construct of a lot of my depression, but we were still good friends. My ex, bless his heart, apologised to George, his girlfriend and the flatmate, for my presence. Let's just say that over the years, I developed a very cynical point of view and countered difficult situations with sarcasm and humour. I'm very seldom put in my place, always having a quick witted response for every smart arse comment. I'm even rather proficient at dressing down the most egotistical of people.
The flatmate and George saw this as an opportunity to test the boundaries of my content. Oh how they laughed at my jokes, the ability to make myself the butt of the jokes. And in truth, I enjoyed it as well. His girlfriend on the other hand, well, let's just say, I wasn't so fond of her. She came off as needy, clingy and unreliable. I had very little time for her.
We all had a great night, everyone got totally inebriated, except the girlfriend, who then left with George. I was saddened to see him go, but, as fate would have it, it wasn't going to be the last time I saw him.
I returned back to my hometown and battled on with life. A few weeks passed by and I was bored. So I decided to go to my ex's again for the weekend. When I arrived, I was surprised to see that George had moved in to the spare room. So, I made dinner for everyone and we had a few quiet drinks while George and his friend went out.
The following day, George mentioned that he needed a haircut, so I offered to cut it for him. During the haircut, we chatted and as it turned out, he had left his girlfriend. "What a shame" I thought to myself in sarcasm. Well, we kept on chatting while I cut his hair and we organised a celebratory drink for that evening.
We went off to the supermarket, my ex, George and myself, to get food for dinner, then a quick stop at the liquor store for wine and the makings of chocolate martinis. I made everyone fettuccine with garlic bread, and by the time it was ready, I was well on my way to being completely pissed. I mean, I can hold my liquor, but even two bottles of red wine is going to sink the best of drinkers. George and the flatmate had disappeared momentarily and arrived home just before dinner was served with George's now ex girlfriend. Silly bitch. Everyone ate some of the dinner, even the ex girlfriend who disliked bacon, and George, whom I later discovered disliked mushrooms.
After dinner, the drinks continued, and my ex became rather angry about something. He was concerned that George and I were getting too close. We were sitting together throughout most of the night, the ex girlfriend, respectfully keeping her distance, but continually trying my patience. My ex lost his cool and he and I had a rather heated argument about my fascination with George. As far as I was concerned, it was a two way street.
Anyway, I called a friend and asked them to come pick me up. I was going to leave for the night and put everyone's minds at ease. While waiting for my friend to pick me up, I quickly asked George for his mobile number and then left. He and I were texting back and forth, checking on each other. I even asked if he wanted to come over and stay at my friends place, and carry on drinking where it was slightly happier. He didn't want to anyway.
Nearer to midnight, George called me and said that my ex had gone to bed, and that I should come back and carry on drinking. So, my friend, bless her heart, ran me back to their house. Everyone was still there, save my ex who was in bed.
I made chocolate martinis for everyone that was game and we had a fantastic evening. George and I carried on as if I hadn't left for a few hours. We all became incredibly drunk and eventually, the ex girlfriend finally pissed off. George, the flatmate and I all had a quick smoke of weed, me not being so proficient smoking weed felt its effects immediately. I told them that I was going to have a shower and hit the hay. George followed me to the bathroom and asked if he could sit in there while I showered. Fascinating.
During the shower, he hung out the window and had a cigarette, and then asked me if I wanted to sleep in his bed, as I was going to crash on the couch. Well, his bed was no more than a mattress on the floor, but it was certainly more comfortable, so I agreed. He then left the bathroom.
After my shower, I dried off and put my clothes back on. The flatmate was sitting at the table playing on his laptop and George was nowhere to be found. I walked down the hall and tapped on his door lightly and opened the door. He was in bed. I lay down next to his bed and he came to slightly.
I wasn't quite sure what I should do and then he pulled the blankets up and told me to climb in. I shuffled in next to him, he facing the wall, me behind him slightly. We were touching at random body parts, and he reached behind him and shuffled back into me, so that we were spooning. It felt great. I put my hand over his waist and held it against his stomach.
He then rolled over to face me and we spoke for a little bit. I told him I wasn't quite sure what he expected of me. He said that he didn't know either. He kissed me then. That one kiss was tender, beautiful and immediately reminded me of Rama's kiss. I lost myself to him.
While kissing passionately, embracing each other, we somehow managed to tear our clothes off, all except our respective boxer briefs. He took my hand and placed it on his bulging crotch. Well, he was certainly eager. We fondled each other for some time while still kissing, and then the boxer briefs vanished. I rolled onto my back for a breather and George sat up slightly, kissed his way down my body and then gave me probably one of the best blowjobs I have ever had.
He was completely new at this, and if memory serves I think he said he'd only done this once or twice before. Either way, he did a fantastic job. He would suck on my cock head gently, then slide down a few inches before engaging his gag reflex, all the while sucking. It was great having this supposed straight guy dangling off the end of my cock.
As expected, his jaw began to hurt. He came up and kissed me again, with that sense of urgency and passion. As I began to sit up and return the favour he asked, "Will you suck my cock?" Well, he didn't need to ask. I leaned over him and kissed him deeply, tasting the alcohol we'd both been drinking on the back of his tongue. I kissed his cheek, then his jaw, then lay a trail of kisses down his neck to his chest. George isn't muscled, but he is beautifully smooth and lean. I kissed across his chest, licking both nipples gently. Then I licked from his breastbone down his insanely flat stomach, tangling my tongue in the hair that began at his bellybutton and spread down his crotch. I ran my tongue through his pubic hair and finally licked up his shaft.
He was about the same size as me, slightly thicker, but he tasted great. As I licked up his shaft, his foreskin retracted, exposing his bulbous head, which I licked quickly and then took into my mouth. I sank down to the base and sucked with all my effort. Unfortunately, if I hadn't have drunk as much as I did, it might have lasted a bit longer, but I bobbed up and down his entire length, sucking as I went down. I could only last a couple minutes before my gag reflex couldn't take any more. I nearly vomited a couple times. Heh.
When I finished, I leaned over him and kissed him deeply again. Somehow managing to speak around my invading tongue, he asked, "Can I fuck you please?" Again, he didn't need to ask.
He reached up to a shelf on his wall and retrieved a condom and put it on. I knelt in front of him in the doggie position as he got ready. I took a bit of my spit and reached between my legs, found his raging hard, rubber covered cock and slicked it up as best I could. He put his hands on my hips and eased into my entrance with determination. It seemed my arse was just as eager to be penetrated as he was to get it inside me. He bottomed out and sighed in pleasure as my entrance embraced him hungrily.
He pulled out, and as only a previously heterosexual 19 year old can do, fucked the ever living shit out of me. He pulled back and rammed back in so quickly, I was having difficulty breathing. He repeatedly pulled out and slammed back in over and over and over. I was gasping for breath as he pounded my hole relentlessly, unyieldingly. I was moaning with ecstasy as he was groaning with lust. After several minutes, I knelt up and leaned against him as he continued to fuck my arse with abandon. I reached behind me and pulled him against me, pressing as much of my back against his front as he continued his assault. I turned my head slightly and ran my tongue over his bottom lip and he kissed me back. I fell forward, lying on my front as he lay down on top of me, never missing a thrust.
After several more minutes I was fast getting worn out by his stamina and speed. I asked him for a minutes rest and rolled over onto my back, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him down to me, as we both made to kiss each other. Without breaking the kiss, I reached between us and lined his still covered cock up to my hole and he took over again, ramming it back into my depths swiftly. A gasp of sheer lust burst from my lips as he began his quick paced fucking again. I was moaning in delight as he tongue fucked my mouth, seeking out the depths of my throat with his tongue as his cock barraged my willing fuck hole.
I couldn't keep up with him. Too much alcohol was making it difficult to keep my breathing in a controllable rhythm, my arse hole wearing out from the assault his never softening cock was throwing at it. I needed to stop.
He lay down next to me, his right arm and leg dangled over my body in exhaustion. I turned to face him as my breathing calmed and he pulled my face to his and kissed me again. I wanted to give him the same experience, but due to a few psychological issues developed from the years of physical and mental abuse has left me unable to remain hard enough to penetrate anyone.
Not to be deterred, I shuffled down his shaking body and bit one of his butt cheeks gently. I said, "Most straight guys don't really go for this, but, you may enjoy it."
I pulled his arse cheeks apart slightly and ran my tongue down his hairy crevice and found his entrance, the musky taste stronger at its centre. I lost my mind and forced my tongue into his entrance, tasting him deeply. The taste took control of me and I forced my tongue into his eager hole, pushing further and further into him. The tastes became darker and I was getting closer to shooting.
After a few minutes of near asphyxiation, I pulled out of his completely edible butt gasping for air. I lay down beside him as he rolled over onto his back, gasping just as much as I was. He began stroking himself, and told me to play with his balls. I ran my hand down his torso and found his balls, almost completely drawn up into his body with excitement. I played with them while he jacked himself off, but, I wanted to do something else. I moved my hand further down past his tight ball sac and found his still moist hole. I pushed a finger gently into his entrance which gave only slightly before clamping around my finger. I pushed further and he opened up more. I withdrew my finger and pushed my index and middle finger into his hole together. It resisted at first. I kissed him passionately as his arses resistance broke slightly and my two fingers slid deftly up to my knuckles. He jammed his tongue into the back of my mouth, locking his lips over my mouth, his arse clamping down violently on my fingers, almost breaking them, as his cock exploded, sending a huge thick load of cum all over his stomach in violent eruptions.
As his breathing slowed, I eased my two fingers out of his arse gently, trying not to hurt him. As they escaped his warm tunnel, I slid down his body and began lapping at the thick white cum splattered across his flat, taut stomach. God it tasted great. I licked up as much as I could and then returned to his side, still breathing heavily.
"That was fucking great." He gasped between breaths.
"Yes, I enjoyed it immensely." I said as I lay my head next to his.
He put a hand behind my head and pulled me gently to him, kissing me gently and passionately.
"Promise me one thing please George?" I asked as our lips parted slightly.
"What's that?" He asked licking the tip of my nose.
"Promise you won't be weird tomorrow?" I begged.
"It'll be like nothing happened. I promise." He answered ominously.