For the next two weeks, my world was as barren and depressing as the sahara. Though I drove up and down Sunset and sat in front of his grandmothers' house every day, I could not find him. Except for vivid memories, solidly imprinted on my libido, there was not a trace of him anywhere. With the opening of new sexual avenues, my hungers and needs increased, frustration brought short temper and irritation. Janet, involved with a new lover and obsessed with guilt, thought she was responsible for my depressed state. We didn't discuss it. She tried, but I wasn't disposed to speak of MY new lover, when I didn't know where he was, or what had happened to him. The thought that he rejected my love, and that he was gone out of my life, hung like a cloud that refused to rain.
He is only a boy, I told myself, How could he be interested in me? I ignored the basic reason for our relationship, perhaps at the time I didn't know what it was.
A week from the following Thursday, a most incredible thing happened. Finally persuading myself that hs was gone, the oppressive clouds lifted. I began to feel free of him, and the daily happenings of my life shifted back into their normal patterns. I was in my office, the top floor of one of the tallest buildings in downtown L.A. The sun defined the Hollywood hills, spreading its light on the white dome of the planetarium.
Jerry came into my corner, the space designated as my office. He was the mail clerk that we had recently hired. A handsome boy, young and energetic, full of the optimism of his young years. I saw him differently, this day. I felt a stirring in the loins, the challenge of new conquest. A luscious and delightful hunger began its ascent. I wondered what he looked like naked. 'I must invite the boy to dinner,' I thought, 'Maybe take him with me the next time I'm called out of town.' My hard-on grew harder.
As he handed me my mail, I touched his hand. It was warm, firm and a knowing smile flashed across his face as he glanced casually at my crotch. He turned to leave the room. I watched his buttocks rotate as he walked away. The fabric of his jeans clung to the curved and rounded cheeks. He was whistling.
Then he stopped and turned toward me, a shy grin on his face, "Is there anything I can do for you, Mr Brent?" he asked in a quiet voice.
"Eh, Jerry, what's that.....what do you mean?" My voice was tight, clumsy, a little guilt cropping up. I was treading on new waters, in a world that seemed to suddenly open up unexpected paths. I wanted him. I wanted the comfort of his warm hard body next to mine. Into mine?
The rays of the sun streaming through the window fell upon him, lighting his hair with fire.
"Your hair, I said absently, "What color is it?'
"They call it copper." Reaching for his tie he grinned. "You want to see the rest of it?"
There was a challenge in the way he stood there, as though daring me to make a request.
He rightly took my silent nod to be assent, and he pulled the door closed and locked it.
"I like the way you look at me," he said simply, "I like it a lot."
Excitement flushed over me as I watched him take off his tie and his shirt. he kicked his shoes away. Oh my God, what is happening......a streak of sharp pain coursed down my back. An incredible hunger for him dried my throat.
His belt was unloosened now. He lowered the zipper and his slacks fell away to the floor, and he stood there, a somewhat defiant expression on his face. Now try to stop what is happening between us, it said. Stop it, if you can.
His briefs were no more than a silken jockstrap that intensified the excitement growing between us. He stood, legs apart, his hips thrust forward, offering his basket of swollen cock and low-hanging balls.
As he walked toward me I looked at this luscious young animal, his feline body quivering in the golden sunlight. He was half boy, half girl. His silken skin, the color of flushed clouds at dawn, was hairless. His nipples, pink as rose petals, were swollen as Janets were after the babies suckled them. He was next to me. I saw the edge of pubic hair climbing out of his briefs, enticing me to slip them over his rounded, feminine hips. He was so close to me that I could smell the perfume of his flower garden body.
He knelt upon the floor, and bending forward, rested his head on my lap, biting at the swollen cock trapped in my slacks. He pulled at the zipper with his teeth and reach inside. When my soaring cock was exposed to the air, he swallowed it into his mouth and began to suck. I settled back in my chair loving the exquisite pleasure he gave me. And I prolonged it my guiding his head with my hands, pulling him off when I was close, letting him go back to my cock when it was safe to do so.
And then I could hold it off no longer. The ejaculate spurted like bullets from an automatic rifle. AAAAAH GOD! It was so sweet. So complete. And he continued lapping until, finally, the pleasure turned to pain.
He looked at me with a shy grin that was most appealing. "I liked that," he said simply.
"So did I."
He got up off his knees and reaching for his clothes he began to dress. A shy grin crossed his face, "We'll do it again, won't we, you and me?"
"Yes, we'll do it again, Jerry."
"Next time you'll take you clothes off. We'll do it right next time. It's better if you're naked, too, like me, you know, like you become part of it too."
I nodded. I looked at my cock still sticking out of my fly. it seem independant of the rest of my body. Though I felt satisfied in every way, it was erect, demanding more loving. He was dressed, his lips touched mine in a tender kiss, and he walked toward the door.
"Maybe we could have dinner sometime," I said hopefully.
"Tonight? Let's do it tonight," he cried, a smile flashed over his face, "I'll cook dinner. I'm good at that you know."
"You're good at a lot of things Jerry," I said thinking of his tongue wrapped around my still hard cock, and wanting it again. Yes, we'll do it tonight, I said to myself. "I'll let you know."
His smile was shy and self-abasing as he quietly opened the door and slipped into the hall. He closed it behind him, leaving me with thoughts of wonder at how my life had turned its direction so quickly. And so drastically.
Then I saw it The postcard, sitting on the top of the pile of mail he had brought. Strange and insistent vibrations seemed to shoot out from the small piece of cardboard. The Thames and the Parliament building were pictured on the face of it. Before I picked it up, I knew it was from him. I could almost hear the mocking laugh, see his lean, trim, naked body, taste his hot salty piss as it struck my tongue. My hand trembled as I reached for it. London! How could he be in London? And why? Turning it over, I looked at its message. It was written in pencil. Printed as a child would print it.
"Loving you and missing you, will be home
next week. Save it for me.....Chris."
Oh God! God! he's not gone from me. He's coming back! He loves me. Oh Jesus God! I collapsed into my chair and closed my eyes. The better to see him, to thrill at the luscious vision of him. And the image of sweet Jerry kneeling before me, faded away......
Everything that happened that day seemed to have been programmed. It was as though it were the culmination of a predesigned plan, having the intent to destroy me. As I had read the card and digested its contents, the telephone sounded. I knew who it was.
His voice was low, timid, almost remorseful, "Hello?"
I broke down. Something I promised myself I wouldn't do. "Oh Chris! I've missed you so much," real tears traced down my cheeks. "London! Why were you in London. Couldn't you have told me you were going away. I nearly drove myself crazy looking for you."
"I know," he said in a penitent voice, "I'm, sorry, really I am. I thought you wouldn't like it. Me going off on a trip with someone. You know." There was the rattle of a distant chuckle in his voice, self-conscience and guilty. "But the plans were made months ago, I had to go, really...."
"Where are you, Chris. you said you'd see me next week. I only just got the card this morning."
"Well, I sent it last week. I guess it takes a long time for mail from England. Look, I want to see you.....now. I'm at my grandmothers."
"Alright, Chris, I'll be there in ten minutes."
"You can stay the afternoon, can't you."
I thought of my luncheon appointment in twenty minutes. "Yes, Chris, I'll stay the afternoon. Let's have dinner together too. Okay?"
He opened the door before I could reach for the bell. Of course he was naked. How else would you greet a lover you had just spurned? I quickly stepped inside. I didn't want to share his beautiful body with anyone, and yes, he was beautiful, so perfect in every way.
He was hard. His cock, out in a horizontal stance, pointing directly at me. The foreskin had slipped back exposing the tip, where a love tear had formed on the piss slit. His arms slipped around me, pulling me to him in a hug. His mouth found mine and we kissed. I could taste maryjane on his tongue. He held me there for a long time, while his hips ground his swollen cock against my crotch. Oh God, I wanted this so much.
He helped me take off my clothes, laughing and kissing each exposure of hairy flesh. When I was naked too, he got on his knees. With a loving tenderness he cupped my balls in his hands, and squeezing them gently, he took my cock into his mouth and began to suck. I fell back onto the floor and he fell with me, never once losing the hold he had on my engorged cock. Opening my eyes, I watched him as he devoured it with a lust that was out of control. And I wallowed in his horny hunger, igniting new fires of pleasure in me.
I moved my hips up and down, pushing my cock deeper into his throat. His hands were on my ass-cheeks, helping me gain leverage, pulling me toward him. The climax was not so quick this time, so the exquisite sensation of his hot wet tongue sucking my cock went on and on, reaching for new levels of a new found sexual pleasure.
He pulled back, sitting on his heels, and looked down at me, sprawled on the tile floor. He held his cock in his two hands and a dribble of piss began. As the yellow stream grew into rampant flow, he tilted his head back and laughed, for I opened my mouth to receive it, not to miss a drop of the salty liquid.
"You are mine, aren't you?" he said in wonderment, as though he couldn't believe it.
I nodded, "Yes."
And he directed the warm yellow stream to my nipple and down my rib cage to my genitals, wetting the hairs that grew there. The pulsating flow was hot and silky, and washed away my control as it mingled with ejected sperm. AAAAAH! God!!!!
We played all afternoon, exploring all the twisted streets and alleys of carnal love, and each consumated action only demanded more exploration into new territories. Our appetite for each other was increased rather than satisfied by each orgasm, until finally, the cloud of exhaustion dissipated the sharp edge of pleasure, and, locked in each others arms, we fell asleep.
We must have slept a long time, for it was dark when we awoke, I could feel his body stretch over me as he leveraged his feet against mine and began rocking his hips back and forth. Incredibly, we were both hard. The friction of his cock against mine as we kissed was sweet and fulfilling, and started another ascent of need and hunger.
We didn't speak, for our mouths had other things to do. Our communication was confined to frequent groans, coupled with the sense of roaming fingers, sliding on silken skin. Having sprung our sperm so often in the last several hours, the increase of passion was slow, but steady, moving forward with an always rising intensity, giving more meaning to our manipulations.
When the need to climax became more urgent, and our groans became louder, and the excitement, more intense and demanding, he slipped from under me, and I lay face down upon the mattress. I pushed my cock into the soft cloud of sheets as he separated the cheeks of my buttocks. At first I felt the hot moist breath of him as his face approached this most secret part of me. He sucked a hickey on the globe of ass-flesh, leaving the brand of love, and then his tongue forced its way into that forbidden place where no one had ever been. I could sense, rather than feel the wet kisses he deposited upon my anus. I was horrified that he was there in this dirty part of me, sucking on my ass-hole, tugging on the hairs that grew there with his teeth, but his moans told me the intimacy gave him pleasure. He pulled away.
"Don't stop, please."
"I'm going to fuck you," he said, turning on the lamp, "Turn over. Yes, on your back....Ah, you are a beautiful man, and now I'm going to shove my cock up your ass...you're about to get fucked, beautiful man, you hear?"
I looked at him. Beautiful, he said? Ah! There is no one more beautiful than he, standing there with his shoulders back, his cock sticking out so hard and rigid. I wondered, could I take that huge thing inside me? I didn't think so. I didn't want him to fuck me. That's the last thing I wanted. Never in my lifetime had I considered it, wanted it. But I knew that whatever he wanted, I would do. It was then I realized that, yes, I WAS his. His chuckle was not the usual sad laugh, but it was triumphant, as though he had won again.
I watched as he coated his hard member with oil. Then he placed some in my rectum, by touching his fingers to the guarding sphincter. It was a forced entry, and the muscle tightened against the unwanted invasion, but there was insistance in his probed. His dominance was evidenced once more as the fingers slipped inside, and shooting pain coursed along the highway of nerves that skittered up my spine. I wanted to cry out my protest, but I ignored my fear, wanting only to please him.
Somewhere in the next hour he fucked me. In and out. Back and forth. Our sweating bodies rolled over each other, as he plunged his cock into my ass-hole. I hated it. Every jab of searing pain should have made me stop the rape, and run away, but I lay there instead, silently accepting the power he had over me. And when he finished the fucking motion, he thrust his hips forward, spurting his hot sperm inside me, he fell away, exhausted, and cried out his love for me. All the pain and humiliation became my own private, and secret fulfillment, for I was thrilled that I had given him pleasure. That I had done what he expected of me.
Somewhere in the night we ate, we drank, smoked pot, watch porn on the video, but always, in between, we made love.
The sunlight of the next day streamed through the open windows, the warmth of its rays fell on our naked bodies calling us to wake up.
"Hi," he said.
"Good morning."
"Do you still love me?"
"Oh yes, my dear, I do so love you."
"You'd do anything for me, wouldn't you?"
"You know I would."
And he jumped from the bed. Laughing his secret laugh, and ran into the shower. I followed. He paused a moment and turned to me, and taking me into his arms he kissed me.
"I know what we should do," he said smiling, are you ready for this? Let's you and me get an apartment. Some place that's just ours. Like a love nest. Isn't that a good idea?"
Perfect! I thought. A secret hidden place just for the two of us. "Oh that's great, Chris. Let's find one today. I'll call the office. I won't go in. We'll find ourselves a love nest."
He smiled, and then in a low voice, he said, "I've already found one. Near where you live, too, so we can see each other every day."
"Well, that's great, Chris," I said, disappointed that I couldn't share in looking for it, and finding it.
"But I need some money, you know, first and last, telephone deposit. You know the kind of stuff they ask for,"
"Sure, Chris, How much do you need?"
"Well, could you give me a thousand? Then I'd have enough for a little grass and booze." He paused a moment, "That's not too much is it?"
"That's okay. You take care of the details....where is it Chris? What's the address?"
"I don't know, but it's somewhere on Hilldale. I'll call you at the office soon as I get the key and the phone."
"Sounds great, Chris. It'll be fun. You and me with our own little place."
There was a nagging worry, somewhere hidden in the corners of my mind. I loved him, but a slight distrust was casting its gentle mist over our relationship. "Call me this afternoon, okay?"
"Yeah man, it'll be better than great, you and me in our own love nest. I'll fuck you every morning and every night. Yeah man, oh man! Sure, I'll call, this afternoon, right after lunch." And he kissed me, one more time.
But he didn't call.....