Love Is Blind
This is a fictional event based on my life experiences, my friends' life experiences, my lover's life experiences, and just things that pop into my head. I assure you, this isn't real. While this is being posted in an erotic story collection, it is not truly an erotic story. It is the story of life and love, and sex. If you want something deeper than "we met and fucked," then this is for you. It is up to you. While I am not one to censor my readers, it is policy for you to be 18 to read such material. Choose your own path - I really don't think that there is anything offensive about being sexually active, but I'm not a sexually-deprived Christian Coalition member. Just remember to enjoy yourself and to be safe. Please send any comments you may have to spiffy_psycho@yahoo.com
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Just to be clear: the story is not over! Just because it seems like a chapter could be a fitting ending, it's not over! When it's over, you'll see a big THE END. LOL
Thank you to TJ, my copy editor; Brian, who unintentionally inspired me; Bob, the most positive person I've ever known; and to CRS, my candle.
Love Is Blind
© 1999, 2000 by David M. Roduner
Part XIII.
(As told by Devon)
I groaned softly, awakening to a new day. I let out a snort as my body attempted to regain what it so dearly wanted: sleep! I turned around in my bed, only to feel a warm hand on my side. Had it been a dream? Or was it... was it all real? Last night really happened? I ran my hand over the thin arm that was over my hip. I felt up the arm, onto the chest, and then the face. Oh yes, that face. It was real! I sighed in pure joy.
I guess I was being silly, but my mind had told me that it must have been a dream. It was too perfect... every moment of last night was etched in my mind, never to be erased. I had found comfort; I had beauty; I had found joy. But most importantly, I had found love. I pressed my lips into his sleeping face, drawing yet another of the millions of kisses that we would share.
Ben yawned loudly, and I felt his arms and legs stretch as he awoke. Phew! When he exhaled his yawn, it smashed into my face like a tomato thrown at a bad performer. Morning breath! Oh well.. some Crest would soon kill that problem. "Good morning, dear," he said sleepily.
"Good morning, sir," I said, smiling.
"God, that British accent is sooooo sexy!" he said, tickling the bottom of my chin.
I smiled and retorted, "Ben, I love you, but you're full of shit. This accent is far from sexy. Yet another way to make me an outcast..." I was feeling sorry for myself again. But Ben always had a way of smacking sense into me.
"Well I don't give a crap what you say," he said laughing, "I think it's sexy!" And with that, he gave me a light good morning kiss.
I felt him lean in for another, but I stopped him. "No no no!" I teased, "Not another until you've brushed your teeth!"
"Well you aren't exactly morning fresh, either, sweets!" Ben replied, laughing. I smacked him. But I couldn't resist. My mouth was soon kissing the spot I had just smacked. He was so adorable. I then thought, yes, I think I'll keep him! I ran my fingers over his lips, and felt him grin. "Hey," he suggestively said, "Let's shower together!"
"Why you little pervert!" I quietly said, grinning.
"Whoi yhes," he said, imitating my accent, "I ahm quoite theh lit-tle pah-vaht!"
I grinned even broader as I squeezed his morning bulge. "Not quite that little!" I kissed him quickly on the cheek and said, "Bring your ear down here. I have a secret to tell you." He did so, and I licked the inside of his ear. He was moaning my name madly. I squeezed his bulge, and noticed that it had gotten larger. My tongue was buried deep inside his ear, and he was moaning even more loudly now. His hands were caressing my bum, and had run his fingers inside the crack. When he went to massage my anus, I yelped, "Ouch!"
Suddenly he was off of me. He asked in alarm, "Are you ok? Did I hurt you?" He was very concerned. I just kissed him on the lips and hugged him.
"I'm just a bit sore, Ben. You're quite large for a guy that's five feet and ten and a half inches." I squeezed him tightly. "Now what about that shower?" Ben started to take my hand and lead me to the shower, but he paused. I guess he was noticing my penthouse for the first time.
"What the fuck?" he said, half in amazement, half in laughter. "Jesus, you didn't tell me you were rich! A friggin' kitchen? With a full-size refrigerator? I've got a prison cell, you have Trump Towers!"
"I've been there," I answered, bored out of my mind, "It's not that great. I guess if you could see, it would mean a bit more..." He startle chuckling. "Anyway, your room will soon be unoccupied! I expect a full-time roommate!" Ben kissed me on the cheek and led me to the shower. The nice hot water began to spray on us almost instantaneously.
"So your dad's loaded, I take it?" he asked, mainly making conversation.
"Loaded? Well, yes, we're fairly well off. Fifteen to twenty million, depending on the stock market." Ben seemed to choke on the water.
"Million?" he repeated.
"Well, yes," I said, shrugging. Financial assets had never mattered to me. "But most of it is paper money, I believe." Ben began to soap up my naked body. I had always been so self-conscious. That's why I insisted that I take showers on my own. But I certainly didn't mind this.. My mind was wandering. "I think he has another five million in savings somewhere, but that's for emergencies. It's savings he kept from before..." With that, I started to cry. Memories, such memories...
Ben held me tightly and whispered, "It's OK, baby." With that, he kissed me. I embraced him tightly and returned the kiss tenfold. His hands wandered down to my bum, and he squeezed it tightly. This excited me, so I ground my hips into his. I could feel him getting hard. It always made me feel good when I thought about it. This was getting hard for me, and it was all mine to cherish for a lifetime.
I got down on my knees and held his meat with my hand. I stroked it up and down excitedly. This big thing was inside of me last night. We had shared what no else could have. I stuck my tongue out and licked the head. Ben moaned in pleasure. With that, I opened wide, and swallowed whole. Ben moaned loudly in pleasure. I felt his hands clasp the back of my head, pulling me into him. I felt his pubic hairs tickle my nose. I giggled.. as well as you can giggle with an eight inch cock down your throat! I was enjoying this so much that I felt something start to raise. I lowered my hands to my damp but far from soft dick, and and began to stroke.
Suddenly Ben stopped moaning. I could almost feel his eyes gazing down at me. "What do you think you're doing?" he asked accusingly.
"What?" I innocently asked, trying to protect my honor.
"What do you think you're doing?" he repeated. "You're going to waste that lovely gift when you have a mouth that has yet to have its breakfast sausage?" he said, trying to be serious, but ending up in giggles. I laughed in response. But I decided I had better make good use of my time. I enveloped his cock into my mouth again, and sucked like there was no tomorrow. After five minutes of my insistence, I was graced with la creme de la Ben.
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Jamie looked at Tommy with love in his eyes. They were laying on Tommy's bed, arms around each other. "What do you think they're doing now?" Jamie quietly asked, never breaking his eye contact.
"Who?" asked Tommy, almost surprised by Jamie's sudden break of the sweet silence. Jamie was such a quiet guy...
"Devon and Ben," he said, smiling.
"Fucking like rabbits, no doubt!" Tommy said, laughing. "Like we just were," he continued, grinning widely.
"Do you think we should let them know about the reporters?" Jamie asked, almost concerned.
"Well, let's give them a few more minutes," Tommy said, smiling.
* Back in the shower.... *
Devon was almost screaming in pleasure as my lips wrapped around his smooth, white, cock. I playfully licked underneath the head and then circled it with my tongue. But Devon would have none of this teasing. He thrust himself into my hungry mouth. His red pubes rubbed my nose. I grinned. His hair was so sexy. Such a small detail on such a perfect person, but it just added to his unending beauty. I stopped for a moment. No, he wasn't perfect. No one is, was, or will ever be. But he was mine. He loved me and I loved him, and we were willing to share it all. And that was enough for me.
Devon drew my attention back to what was important by moaning, "Oh Ben.. suck me.. please.." Oh god, everything about him was sexy. The light freckles that adorned his legs, covered by an almost nonexistent patch of light red hairs. His perfect ass, smooth and always begging to be squeezed. Devon started to fuck my face, slowly at first, and then faster. My hands grabbed Devon's perfect butt and began to squeeze it. I loved the feel of them in my hand: they fit almost perfectly.
Without thinking, my finger began to massage his anus again. This time, however, he didn't mind. Perhaps the water had soothed his pain. Perhaps the moment had overtaken him. Whichever it was, he backed himself onto my probing finger and then thrust into my mouth. He kept repeating this motion. He seemed to be enjoying it slightly. Between moans, he muttered, "Use two.. fingers.." I obliged, which caused him to moan louder. He seemed to be enjoying this greatly, because I felt him grow thicker in my mouth. I knew that he was getting very close. He began a high pitched moan. "Oh Ben.. Oh Ben.." he softly muttered. "I love you.." he said. With that, his penis enlarged more, and started shooting out his sweet cream. He shot out about five spurts before collapsing down to the ground, holding me tightly.
He embraced me, and our kiss was as intense as always. His tongue darted in my mouth, dancing with my own. I pulled him closed to me, which let him feel my returned erection. He grinned, and sat up slightly as he tried to mount my throbbing member. "Just think," he said sweetly, "every day we will have this. Every day we can make love. Every day we can walk around, knowing that we are not alone.. ever again." With that, he attempted to pull me inside of him. He winced in pain as my head entered his hungry, but still painful hole. "But maybe we can wait until I have had time to heal," he said laughing. I smiled at him hugged him tightly. I loved him so much.
I kissed him on his sweet lips and said, "We should finish this before the hot water runs out." We kissed again, and he acquiesced. I picked him up, and we quickly finished our shower. As we walked into his kitchen, dripping water, the phone rang. Devon made that tsk tsk sound, which he later taught me was called a tut.
He picked up the phone and sharply asked, "What?" His mood soon changed. "Oh Tommy.. thank you so much.. I am so in your debt!" He was actually weeping. "You have given me the greatest gift ever... You have given me Ben." He started sniffing. After a pause, his mood changed again. "What? There are? My lord. Well, I guess we'll have to face the crowds... yes, thank you for letting me know!" Devon slammed down the phone, but not before I noticed that there wasn't a number pad on it. What the hell, I thought. Devon waved his hands in the air until he came in contact with me. He kissed my shoulder and said softly, "We need to get dressed, dear. We have a big day.. You mainly. They won't be interested in me, I don't think." I looked at him curiously and shrugged. We walked to the dresser by his bed and picked out clothes for the day. Well, Devon did. I wore the same ones I had the previous day. Clothes that fit someone 5'10" don't work too well on someone else 6'3", I thought, smiling.
I looked over at Devon and had to stifle a laugh. "Devon dear," I asked, "does Lara usually pick out your clothes?"
"Yes," he responded. "Why do you ask?"
"Well, I imagine it's rather hard to find matching clothes when you're blind... Here, let me help you." I started picking up clothes that I thought he would look good in.
Devon paused a beat and then asked, "I hate to ask, but.. what exactly am I wearing?"
I started to giggle. "Well, for starters, you have on a fuscia shirt. Over that you have a blue sport coat. And you are also wearing white jeans and black socks." I started laughing uncontrollably. I managed to control myself, and threw matching clothes at him. "Try those on, sweets." I kissed him on the cheek as I walked to the door. "I'm going to go downstairs. Maybe Tommy, Jamie, you and I can meet up." I walked out the room as he said to himself, "I doubt it."
I gasped as I reached the bottom floor. Since Devon had his suite upstairs, there was an elevator. I suppose it was required for handicapped people. As the elevatored chimed, signaling that I had arrived at my destination, I looked out of the glass doors that allowed one to leave the lobby and go outside. I had seen Cecil B. DeMille's pictures, but it was nothing compared to this. Outside was a horde. And none of them belonged at this school. All of them.. reporters and policemen. "What the fuck!" I yelled. With that, I felt Lara's hand on my arm. I looked over at her. She had her arms crossed after I turned to look at her. She had one of those mother looks on her face. "Oh," I said thoughtlessly, "I didn't mean to swear."
"Bullshit!" she exclaimed. I smiled. "You better be careful today, honey. Them reporters will do anything for a story.. even if it means killing your honor." I looked at her, perplexed. Then I turned to look at the glass in horror. As if someone had ripped out the dam, it happened. One of them spotted me. There was screaming, and suddenly a tide of nosy bastards ran into the lobby. The flood surrounded me, attempting to drown me. So much noise.. It was giving me a headache! Did they actually think I could hear their questions? Each was trying to yell louder than the next, but all it did was annoy me. And then came the microphones. They shoved them in my face. Pictures were flashing. That's it...
"STOP!" I screamed. The room went silent. They all stared at me in shock. I sighed in relief. "Now," I said slowly, "I will answer your questions.. ONE AT A TIME! However, I'm not going to spend all day on this. Plus, I'm sure you have more interesting things to do," I said. They must have agreed with me, because the reporters began flipping through their appointment books. I exhaled and then pointed to a reporter in the back. "Okay, you first."
"Did you know that Dennis Mordrin was a child molester?" I rolled my eyes at that one. Yeah, that's why I spoke with him. Pedophiles just turn me on. As if!
"No." I pointed to another. "You?"
"How long have you been going to this school?"
Thank goodness. A normal question. "A little over a month. My father enrolled me in the middle of the semester. You?"
"Are you aware that Dan Vichosone also murdered your history teacher?" Well, they got what they wanted on camera, apparently. My eyes must have bulged out of my sockets. No, it couldn't be. Not Dan.. He was a violent bastard, but he wouldn't do that... would he?
"What?!" I exclaimed. Cameras started clicking away. They love trauma.
"Are you also aware that your father stated that you have been disowned because you are, and I quote, a faggot?" I just stared at him blankly. "Is it also true that you have had prior sexual encounters with Mr. Mordrin? Did you also try to seduce some other students into your sexual deviancy? Were you also actively working with the skinheads to burn bibles?" I answered nothing but become more and more angry.
The reports were muttering to themselves, thinking up exotic ways to tell this new story. The reporters had returned to screaming unanswerable questions. Cell phones were ringing off the hook. I felt my face turning bright red. "Look," I finally answered, "if you must know, YES, I AM GAY. And no, I never had sex with any teachers here. I have never even thought of burning any book -" Lara grabbed a microphone.
"Look boys, I know you're looking for a story. There isn't anything that interesting here. Interview Dan. I'm sure he'll give you explosive news."
The news reporters stared at her for a moment, and then quickly filed away. I looked at Lara and smiled. "Thank you so much.." I started.
"You better watch your ass! Especially when Devon's around!" Lara then snapped her fingers and walked off. Lara was such an awesome woman.
I gasped as I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to see Tommy's grinning face. "Gee, that looked fun!" he said, laughing. I glared at him. In the distance, I saw Jamie run up to him. They kissed gently. Then they realized that they were in public, and withdrew. Jamie blushed a deep crimson. "I can't believe I just did that..." he said softly. I just smiled at him, and put my hand on his shoulder. Then my fingers moved over to his neck, tickling him as if there were no tomorrow. "Stop!" he said in between giggles. Tommy was retaliating, and we were soon rolling on the group, laughing hysterically.
"Straying so soon?" an unbelievably sexy voice called out. I looked up to see Devon's gorgeous red hair sparkle in the sun. I jumped up and wrapped my arms around him. I kissed him lightly on the lips, grinning.
"Never." I answered. Then I went in and began kissing him again without abandon.
"Get a room!" Jamie called out. I looked out at the normally reserved boy and stuck my tongue out at him.
"You're just jealous!" I yelled, still smiling. My hand was rubbing Devon's back. God, every inch of him was sexy...
"I don't think so, hon." Jamie retorted. "I have the best ass in the world right here!" he said winking at me, as he squeezed Tommy's hind end.
"I don't know," I said, "I think Tommy has some competition.." I said, massaging Devon's soft, sweet, smooth and milky cheeks. I swear, Devon was blushing. I just kissed him on the lips. Of course, once I was attached to something so perfect, I couldn't let him escape with just a little kiss. Our tongues were soon battling each other, passionately dancing. Devon was soon moaning loudly, his arms tightly folded around me. My hands again began to wander down to his ass, massaging it. Devon must have been happy to see me... I felt something nice and hard rubbing against my thigh. Devon ran his foot up my leg in his excitement. I was somewhat aware of Tommy and Jamie trying to grab our attention, but I was too enraptured to notice.
The next thing, I knew, I heard a throat clear. I broke away from my sweet Devon to see a slightly heavy man with red hair and a thick red mustache. He was wearing a business suit, and had black sunglasses on. He eyed me and then looked at Devon. He seemed to notice Devon's... pre-dick-ament. He smiled kindly. "Well, my dear," he said, "I see that you've gotten yourself... a friend... and a partner, all in one. And how you've grown! Definitely not a boy anymore!"
Devon gasped for a moment before saying with alarm, "Father!"
Thank you for reading my story. I hope you enjoyed it. As always, feel free to e-mail me with any questions, comments or concerns you may have. Thanks! =)
David.