Butterflies Fly Free Chapter 8

Butterflies Fly Free - by BW Copyright 2007 by billwstories

Chapter 8: Reaching New Heights.

**Author's Note:** Please read the disclaimer in Chapter 00 before you read this.

Once we dried off and got out of the bathroom, we lay side by side on the bed. "Colt, did you mean what you said in there?" I asked, initiating a discussion.

"You mean when I said I loved you?" he asked. I merely nodded in reply. "Of course, I meant that," he continued. "I don't think I've ever loved anyone before, at least not like I love you," he added, almost blushing.

"Are you sure it's not just because of what I've done for you?" I followed, because I had to be certain.

"Maybe a little at first," he replied, honestly, "and maybe at the start it was also because I knew you were like me and I felt comfortable around you, but that's not it now. I think I've really fallen in love with you. I can't be certain, because I've never felt this way before, but I'm pretty sure that's what it is."

That was all I needed to hear. I pulled him toward me, lovingly entwined my body around his and began to kiss him passionately. I'd already concluded I loved him too and told him so, the minute I released his lips. "I feel the same way and I think I fell in love with you almost the first moment we met. I don't know if that's possible, but that's how I felt."

"Then why did you make me wait so long, before you'd do anything with me?" Colt asked.

"Because I wanted to be sure you loved me too," I replied. "I didn't want to confuse the issue by bringing sex into it too early. I wanted to make sure you loved me and not just the sex."

Colt seemed satisfied with my admission and he hugged me even more energetically than he was doing before, if that was possible. Eventually, we got under the covers and cuddled together, without having put on any clothes. We spent the entire night in each other's embrace. It was wonderful, even if neither of us seemed to get a whole lot of sleep. I think we were both too excited and too overwhelmed to catch more than a few little catnaps.

When morning arrived and the sun began to filter through the cracks in the draperies, we got up and dressed, content in our commitment. We stopped for breakfast, but we didn't talk much during the meal. I think we were just too lost in our feelings and reveling in the other's presence. We didn't need to speak to let each other know how we felt any more. We did that with our eyes, expressions and body language. I knew I was totally and hopelessly in love.

By the time we got home, we were both happy to be there. Although it was a wonderful, fun-filled and, yes, even romantic weekend, it was good to be back home. It was comforting and gave us a familiar setting, yet somehow it was different now. It was no longer my place – it had now become our place. Although Colt was keeping his own room for appearance sake, at least until he finished high school, my room suddenly had become our room. Without any doubts, I knew I would not be sleeping alone again, unless of course we had a fight or possibly one of us was ill. I suspected neither of these things would happen often, so I was looking forward to having a constant companion.

In such a short time, my whole world had been turned upside down, but in a good way. Sure, I'd been happy with how my life had progressed up to this point. I had my own home, money in the bank and I was doing better than most of my friends, but I was lonely and wanted someone to love. In one wonderful moment, fate intervened and fulfilled my ultimate fantasy, sending me Colt and allowing him to fall in love with me. Even so, this had all happened very quickly and I still wanted to go slowly and make sure neither of us was rushing into anything he wasn't ready for or didn't really want. Colt had erased many of my doubts, but I still didn't want to jump the gun.

It turned out to be a very exciting and enjoyable day. Colt seemed to make bodily contact with me any and every chance he could. He also came up and kissed me out of the blue; eagerly practicing the open-mouth kissing technique he had learned not too long ago. When I sat in my chair, he would come over and sit on my lap, so he didn't have to sit on the sofa alone. He would wrap one his arms behind my neck, lean his head against my shoulder or face and then sigh contentedly throughout the entire time he stayed with me. Oh, there were also times when he'd get silly and lick my face, try to tickle me or carry on in some other unexpected fashion. It was kind of a cross between having a lover, a child and a pet all rolled into one. That may sound strange, but sometimes he could act so mature, while at other times he carried on just like an excited little boy or a puppy. It was really rather cute.

When I finished locking the house up at bedtime, I went back to my room, only to find Colt already there waiting for me – completely naked. "Just because I did something with you in the shower at the motel," I told him, "doesn't mean we're going to do something every day. You have school and I have to work tomorrow, so let's just try to get some sleep tonight. I know I'm exhausted from this weekend, so I need my rest."

He looked disappointed but didn't say anything. After I finished getting ready, I climbed into bed beside him. He cuddled up against me and I could feel his erection poking me in the butt. I knew he must be hoping I'd change my mind, but I just tried to put his state of arousal out of my mind and closed my eyes. He didn't do anything more the rest of the evening, so I was able to get a decent night's rest.

The next morning, I dropped Colt off at school, before I went on to work. Even though he was still foremost in my thoughts, I was not as completely obsessed about him as I was before. Since Colt had revealed his feelings for me and that issue had been resolved, I was able to once again concentrate on my work. I was finally able to get things done and make up for my lack of productivity during the previous week. I simply told my co-workers I had not been feeling well, whenever they commented about my change. They were sympathetic and told me they were glad I was feeling better, so I just enjoyed my luck and moved on.

As usual, Colt was home when I got there and he had already begun to prepare dinner. After he put everything in the oven, we sat down to wait. Before long, he began to ask me questions about preparing another dish, which he planned to try the following evening. He seemed eager to expand his cooking skills and not too bashful to ask for my help, so I gave him as much information as I could. I even showed him my collection of cookbooks, in case he wanted to look through them and try something else. Immediately, he was leafing through the pages, asking me if this dish or that sounded good.

When bedtime came, he was once again waiting for me when I arrived. As we cuddled together, I was pleased to notice that he wasn't jabbing me with his spike this time. Silently, I hoped this was a sign of control, not a lack of interest on his part, but I was sure I'd find out this weekend.

The rest of the week went about the same, except I got a call from the lawyer on Thursday. He told me that Colt's emancipation was proceeding along quite smoothly. We had a date in Family Court for the following Wednesday, which should wrap everything up. I thanked him and told him I'd pass the message along to Colt, before I assured him we'd be there at the appropriate time. Shortly thereafter, I put in for the afternoon off for the following Wednesday and went on with my work.

Friday, as I was preparing to go home, I was informed that my request for a half-day off had been approved. I had merely told them it was because I had an appointment, although I didn't go into any details as to what type of appointment it was. That's all anyone ever put down whenever requesting time off, so I didn't press the issue by giving them too much information, which might have led to other questions.

When I got home, Colt was busy fixing dinner, but dropped everything to race to the door, to welcome my arrival. It was definitely better than being greeted by some old pet. He excitedly told me he was preparing veal cutlet Parmesan for the first time. Of course I kind of knew this, because I was the one who had to pick up the ingredients from the grocery store. He was also fixing mashed potatoes, a nice salad and had brewed a fresh pot of coffee. He was turning out to be quite domestic.

It was a wonderful dinner and I told him so several times, while we ate. Each time he would blush cutely and thank me, before telling me it wasn't that hard. About an hour after we finished eating, I told him to hop in the car and I took him out for some ice cream. It was a nice way to top off a wonderful day.

After we got back, we cuddled on the sofa and watched TV, until it was time for bed. "We don't have to go to school or work tomorrow," Colt advised me, raising his eyebrows as we walked down the hall. He had intentionally waited for me to finish checking everything tonight and now I knew why.

"Yes, I know," I agreed. "Did you have something in mind?" He blushed again, but this time he was a wonderful shade of crimson.

"Well... uh... I was... uh... hoping..." he didn't finish his sentence.

"Hoping to have sex?" I prodded, which caused him to blush even more, and he quickly turned his head away from me.

"Well... uh... kinda," he admitted, without facing me completely. I didn't answer him right away, instead delighted in watching him squirm a bit.

"Well, I guess maybe you've earned a little something special," I finally told him, which caused him to leap up, wrap his arms and legs about my body and begin kissing me. The impetus of his move caused me to lose my balance slightly, so now we were leaning against the hallway wall, with Colt trying to ram his tongue down my throat. Once he broke the kiss, we both caught our breath and I carried him to the bedroom, setting him down on the bed.

He quickly reached down to undo his pants, but I slapped his hands. He looked up at me and his expression told me that he thought he had done something wrong. "Just hold on there, little buddy," I told him. "Tonight I'm going to do that for you." Suddenly, his face lit up, as a grin spread from ear-to-ear.

As he lay back, I leaned over and began to kiss him. After a minute or so of doing that, I moved to the side of his head and began running my tongue around the rim of his ear, occasionally letting it dart inside and around the delicate folds lining it as well. Colt began to groan, so I knew he was enjoying what I was doing. After proceeding in that fashion for a short time, I moved downward and began to kiss his neck and let my tongue run across it. A few minutes later, I delicately glided over to his other side and gradually worked my way upward, until I was able to repeat the process on his other ear. After toying with it for a minute or so, I moved back to his lips. By the time I finished, Colt was lying motionless, with his eyes closed and contented little sighs escaping from his throat.

While Colt was lost in the sensations he had been feeling, I began tugging at his shirt and untucking it from his pants. As I began to push his shirt up his chest, it must have dawned on him as to what I was trying to do, because he lifted up slightly, to make it easier for me to remove it from his body. Once he was free of that garment, I leaned down and began to flick my tongue across his tiny little nipple, before gently and playfully biting down on the nub. That caused Colt to groan again.

I began sucking on that tiny protuberance, trying to make the experience as pleasurable for him as I could. Colt began squirming underneath me and emitted a sort of steady hum, as he relished these sensations for the first time. I quickly switched over to his other nipple and repeated the same steps, before kissing and licking my way down the center of his chest. I stopped briefly upon reaching his navel, so I could eagerly thrust my tongue into the folds of his belly button. This really caused Colt to squirm and I wasn't sure if it was because he was enjoying my ministrations or because he was ticklish. I carried on like this for a couple more minutes before stopping again, and then I reached down and began to unfasten his pants.

Colt immediately lifted his hips and hurriedly began to push his pants down on his own. He managed to slide his underwear down too, along with his jeans, and soon had them at his knees. I hadn't planned on rushing it that quickly, but I didn't object to his removing everything. Going with the flow, I pulled his clothing completely off and then positioned myself at his waist. Colt was already hard, so I stretched my hand out and grasped his penis, while watching his face. Colt looked so tranquil lying there, with his eyes closed. He trusted me completely and was going to allow me to do whatever I wished with him. Knowing that, I bent forward and flicked my tongue across and around his shiny glans.

"Ooooh," he hummed, as his eyes shot open. He looked down at me, flashed a huge smile, and then continued to watch as I orally pleasured him. After a few seconds I stopped and moved lower, which caused Colt to groan in disappointment. I worked my way to his scrotum and began to lick his sac, before sucking his testicles into my mouth, one at a time. I moved them around with my tongue, playing with them momentarily, before I released them. Once they were free, I ran my tongue up the length of his penis, before I slid my mouth over his helmet and down the sides of his shaft. I'm not sure if it was instinctive or not, but as I was lowering my head, Colt was lifting his hips, so he could bury his dick farther inside of my oral cavity.

I almost began to laugh, as I listened to all the `oohs' and `ahs' coming from Colt as I began to lift my head up and down, as I eagerly played on his organ. Colt hips continued to buck, as he tried to match my motions, and I could tell he was really getting into this and wouldn't last long. I debated about trying to help him prolong his experience, but decided I wanted him to enjoy his first oral sex the way he wanted to. Therefore, I just concentrated on making lip contact with his shaft, while running my tongue all about the surface and adding as much suction as I could. It didn't take long before I felt Colt's body stiffen, his hips press firmly against my face and the first warm strands of his nectar shot into my mouth and slid down my throat.

Once the last of his juices had been released, Colt slumped back onto the bed and I let him enjoy the high he was feeling from this initial experience. I crawled back up beside him, kissed him on the cheek and cuddled against his limp frame, while I waited for him to come back to his senses. It took another minute or so for that to happen.

"That was awesome," Colt finally hissed, as he turned toward me. "I thought what we did in the shower the other day was great, but it was nothing compared to this." His face was glowing as he made eye contact with me.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," I replied, as I pulled him more tightly to me. We remained that way for many more minutes, before Colt spoke again.

"Thanks, Leo," he purred. "That was really wonderful."

I just smiled at him and then gave him a passionate kiss, before standing up, undressing and having him crawl under the covers, so I could climb in beside him. Even though he suggested doing the same thing for me, I told him I just wanted him to enjoy his own feelings this time and he could return the favor another time. In response, he rested his head upon my chest, draped his arm across my body and hooked one of his legs over mine. That was the way we fell asleep.

The next morning, I awoke and opened my eyes, only to find Colt leaning over me, staring into my face. "Damn, I was beginning to think you were going to sleep all day," he chided.

"Good morning to you too, cutie," I responded. "I was just having lovely dreams about you."

"If you'd wake up, you could have the real thing," he teased, winking at me and running his tongue sensuously across his lips.

"I'd love to take you up on that," I told him, "but we need to hop in the shower and then eat breakfast, because there's something we need to do." He looked interested, but also a little disappointed.

"What do we have to do now?" he wanted to know.

"It's a secret," I told him.

"Not again," he whined. "Why can't you just tell me?" His face was pleading with me.

"Because it's more fun when it's a surprise," I explained, winking at him.

"For who?" Colt challenged. "Me or you?" He began to pout.

"For both of us," I informed him. "Didn't you enjoy your surprise last weekend?"

"Yes, but I'd still have enjoyed it, even if you had told me first," he reasoned.

"You probably would have enjoyed it, but I'm not sure if you would have enjoyed it in quite the same way," I challenged. "Much of the excitement would have been worked out in the car, before we even got there, but this way, I was able to watch your wonderful reaction. I loved how your eyes lit up and you seemed to radiate with excitement. I thoroughly enjoyed how you raced from place to place, as you investigated and tried to see everything there. I think we both would have missed the type of joy you exhibited, if you had known beforehand what we were going to do. Just watching your reactions were more important to me than all the things we did that day." He looked at me with a sheepish look on his face, as he moved purposefully in my direction and hugged me.

"Okay, okay. We'll do it your way," he agreed, before kissing me. "I love you and trust you completely. I know you wouldn't do it this way unless you thought it would make it better for me." I squeezed him back, once he had finished his hug.

"Precisely," I told him. "No matter what we do, I think about you first, before making any decisions." He hugged me harder and we stayed that way for several more minutes, until I spoke.

"Come on, we have to shower now or we won't accomplish anything," I told him, which made him release his grip.

"But we have to shower together," Colt insisted, using that sad puppy look to get me to agree.

"Okay, but only if you promise it's just to wash – nothing else," I informed him.

"Damn, you keep taking all the fun out of things," he quipped back.

"Not everything," I told him, giving him another wink. "So do you promise?"

"Yeah, yeah. Let's get moving," he conceded.

We showered, ate and then got in the car. It wasn't long before I pulled out of the driveway and took off in the direction of his next surprise.

E-mail responses to the stories, story suggestions, or other `constructive' comments or advice may be sent to: bwstories8@aol.com - but please put the story title in the subject line, so it doesn't get deleted as junk mail.