My Only Love Part 6
Author's notes:
Hi everyone. Thanks to everyone who has sent me e-mails. Please keep them coming. Like any author, I like to have my ego stroked. (No pun intended, lol!) To those of you who have asked, yes I am a girl; do you have a problem with that? I just figured that to really call myself a writer, I have to try to write in every genre imaginable. However, I would like to know how my gay love scenes are. I've never even written a heterosexual love scene, so I'm not sure how I'm doing. I'd love to hear your comments and suggestions (on any part of the story!). (gibsongirl101@hotmail.com).
Anyway, now for the warnings/disclaimers: This is a gay love story, so if you are offended by homosexuality, why are you here. IF you are under 18 (or 21 in some places), please locate the back button and leave. (Or try not to get caught! Lol). If it is illegal in you state/country/province to be here, then leave.
For the rest of you pervs (lol...no insult intended) onto the 6th installment of My Only Love:
Eric:
I awoke feeling very relaxed and happy. I rolled to my side and saw Chris lying there, with his back towards me. The sun was streaming in through the window, making his blonde hair glow.
I kissed his shoulder, causing Chris to roll toward me. He opened his eyes, and I just about drowned from the love radiating from his gaze.
"Good-morning, lover." He said, in his sexy, sleepy voice.
"Good-morning, stud," I said as I kissed him. I giggled as his rough stubble grazed my cheek.
"You like that, baby?" he growled. I giggled again, to show him that I did. "Then let's see how you like this!"
Chris ran his cheeks and chin all down my chest and over my sides, causing me to dissolve in to laughter.
"Stop, Chris, please, that tickles!" I gasped, trying to wiggle out of his grasp.
He let me go, and flopped on his back, hands over his head. My eyes gleamed as I leaned over him. "Payback time!" I shouted as I pounced on him. I tickled him until he laughed so hard that he cried.
"Eric, we have to stop. I have to pee!" Chris said, pushing me off him. Then he jumped from the bed and ran toward his bathroom. I heard him groan in relief as he emptied his bladder.
"Eric, come on. We can take a shower together!" Chris yelled to me. I reluctantly got up form the bed and walked into the bathroom, where Chris was already in the shower. I went to the bathroom, and then joined him in the shower.
We spent 20 minutes slowly washing each other's bodies, and kissing lazily in the shower. When we got out, Chris had me sit on the counter, while he sucked me off again. It wasn't long before I was shooting down his throat.
"Now it's your turn!" I said, jumping off the counter and falling to my knees in front of him.
I slowly licked up and down Chris' beautiful penis, and then sucked gently on the head. Chris reached down and tangled his hands in my hair. Soon, I had his entire length down my throat, and he was slowly fucking my face. When he came, I eagerly drank down his love juice.
Then we kissed passionately, sharing our flavor with one another. There was something extremely erotic about tasting your own cum in the mouth of the person you love. I hope it would be something that I would be able to do for the rest of my life.
"I love you, Christopher Aaron Benson." I murmured into his mouth.
"I love you too, Eric Jason Harrison. From now until forever."
"I'm hungry, let's eat!" I said, making Chris laugh.
"Okay, lover. Whatever you want."
"I'll make us some pancakes, how does that sound?" I asked, eager to show off my culinary skills.
"Yum. I love pancakes. But you don't have to cook, if you don't want too."
"No, I love to cook. It gives me pleasure to feed my man properly."
Chris laughed and we got dressed. Well, sort of. We both only put on jeans, just incase someone happened to come by. Like Kyle, or another of Chris' teammates.
After we had eaten, and put the dishes in the dishwasher, Chris and I went down to his basement, where he had a pool table, a bug screen TV, and a PlayStation. We decided to play pool for a while. I kept purposefully missing my shots, so that Chris would come and put his strong arms around me to show me how to shoot correctly. I knew that he knew what I was doing, but he didn't seem to mind.
Neither did I. I relished the feeling of his strong chest against my back. I especially enjoyed feeling his erection nestled into my ass. It was such a turn on.
When I had missed my last shot, I turned in Chris's arms and laid my head on his shoulder. His arms tightened around me, and we stood like that for a few minutes. Then we kissed, and kissed and probably would have gone further, if the doorbell hadn't interrupted us.
We broke apart and Chris said, "I'd better go see who that is. IT might be someone important."
"Ok, I'll wait here." I said.
"No, come with me, please? I'm tired of hiding our relationship. I don't care who knows anymore. Not after last night."
My eyes welled with tears, and in answer I placed my hand in Chris's. Then we ascended the stairs together. Like it will always be.
We opened the door to see Kyle and two other members of the football team. I think that their names were Mac and Robby. But I wasn't sure. I didn't really know anyone on the team, except of course Chris and Kyle.
Chris's teammates looked at us oddly, but didn't say anything. "Hey, guys. What are you doing here?"
"We just came by to see if you wanted to do something before the game. But if you're busy..." Mac trailed off, still staring at me.
"Why don't you guys come in? We can play PlayStation or something." Chris said, ignoring Mac and Robby's inquiring gazes.
"Umm...okay." Robby replied, shifting uncomfortably. "Chris, can I ask you soemthign?"
"GO ahead, Robby man." Chris said, closing the door behind his three friends.
"Are you and him," HE began, pointing at me, "like an item or something?"
"Would it bother you if I said yes?" Chris asked calmly. I was so proud of him. "NO!" Robby shouted. "I mean, of course not." He added quietly.
"Then, yes, Eric," Chris began, stressing my name, "we are together. We have been for about a month now."
"So, those rumors that were started last month, they were true?" Mac asked.
"Yes, they were." Chris said. "Listen, guys, is this going to be a problem?"
"No. I'm okay with it." Mac said. Then he blushed and added, "As long as you don't, like, try to come onto me, or anything!"
This time, both Chris and I laughed and he said, "Mac, I hate to break it to you buddy, you're, well, you're just not my type."
WE all laughed and then went down to the basement where Mac and Chris played pool, and the rest of us watched, making bets as to who would win. (I out my money on Chris, of course, and won 10 bucks!)
Kyle and the guys stayed until 3:00, when they each had to go home and get ready for the game. The game didn't start until 7pm, but the team ahd to be there at 5:00 to get ready and warmed up.
After the guys had left, Chris and I went up to his room again. "You're going to be at the game tonight, right?" he asked
"Do you even have to ask?"
"No, I guess not. It's just that I wasn't sure if you had family obligations tonight."
"Chris, my whole family is going to be at your game. And I wouldn't miss it for anything." I grinned and added, "Besides, what self-respecting gay guy is going to pass up the chance to see two dozen hot guys in tight pants."
Chris laughed, as I had meant him to and hugged me to him. "I love you little buddy."
"I love you to. Always."
"I should go too. You probably need to get ready and stuff." I said reluctantly.
"Ok. I'll see you tonight, baby."
"You bet. I'll be right there in the first row, cheering you on!" I said. "Maybe later, I'll be your own private cheerleader!" I winked suggestively.
Chris laughed and swatted my butt. "I'll hold you to that, baby." "You better. Now, kiss me quick and I'll be on my way!" Chris kissed me, but it was anything but quick. I left at about 4:00.
When I got home, my sisters were waiting for me. "Eric, is Chris' game tonight?"
"You bet!" I said.
"WE're going to wear..." Annabel began.
"Our cheering costumes." Isabel finished.
Sometimes it really creeped me out how they would finish each other's sentences. But mostly, I thought it was cute.
"I think that Chris would love that, you two. You'd be his own private cheerleaders."
My sisters giggled and ran to their room to get ready. I headed to the kitchen to see my mother. I knew she would be making something for Chris for after the game. That was just how my mother was. She loved to bake and used any occasion to go all out.
"Mmm. Smells good, Mom." I said, coming up behind her and giving her a hug. My mother is all of 5 feet tall and maybe 100 pounds soaking wet. It is really funny when she stands next to my dad, who is 6'3'' and 215 pounds. But you can tell how much he loves her from the look he always gets when she is around. "Whatcha baking?"
"I'm making cookies for the team. You said there are 15 members on it, right?" she asked, swatting me away with her pastry brush.
"Yes." I replied, grabbing a cookie for myself.
"Eric Jason Harrison, you put that back. Those are for Chris and his teammates!" She yelled, shaking her brush menacingly.
"Aww, mom, you love him more than me!" I laughed, taking a big bite of the cookie. If I know my mother, and I do, she would have baked several extra cookies, if only to have an even number (which in baking are multiples of 12, according to my mother.)
"You'd better go get ready. WE are going to get burgers before the game, and we want to get there early enough to get good seats."
"Ok, mom. I'm going to take a shower. I'll be ready to go by quarter to 5. Promise." I said, as I headed up the stairs to my room.
I quickly took a shower, and then spent a few agonizing minutes picking out my outfit for tonight. I wanted it to be really special.
I finally decided on a pair of tight fitting jeans and a red sweater. It was going to be chilly tonight, so I wasn't afraid of getting too hot. I threw on my favorite sneakers and raced down the stairs.
My parents were dressed similarly to me, while my sisters had on their cheering skirts and sweaters, with white wool tights. My mother was holding two jackets over her arm, and my father had hats and gloves. I guess they both knew that my sisters would probably get cold, sitting on the open bleachers, with the wind around them.
We ate dinner at the local diner, and hurried to the game. Although it was only 5:30, the bleachers were filling up fast. I saw just about everyone from school that I knew, and several people that I'd never seen before. I only knew that they were from our school because they were wearing red and gold, our school colors. They were also waving banners that said "Go Griffins!" and "Kick Some Ass Boys!"
I saw a vender waving pompons, and after some begging from my sisters, I went and bought 5, one for each of us. While I was buying the pompons, I kept one eye out for Chris' parents. I didn't see them, but it was so crowded that I was pretty sure that I just didn't see them.
As game time got closer and closer, the excitement and anticipation in the air was so palpable, you could almost taste it. People shouted, string was thrown, and by the time the opposing team took the field, people were about ready to burst. Myself included.
The other team, the Holton Eagles, ran onto the team, amid boos and jeers from our side of the bleachers, and ear-piercing cheers from the enemy. Football is a very big thing in small town Texas. Everyone takes it seriously. I must admit, that while I know next to nothing about the semantics of the game, or even what some of the positions are, I do know that it exciting as Hell to watch. Especially when the man you love is bound to be the star of the game.
Finally, it was time for our team to take the field. The players were called on one by one. I cheered hard for Kyle, Robby and Mac. Then, the crowd grew silent as the announcer said, "And NOW, it is my great pleasure to give to you, the captain, the quarterback, and all-around great guy, Chris Benson!!!!!"
The crowd went wild! People stood up, and were shouting, "CAPTAIN! CAPTAIN! MIGHTY, MIGHTY CAPTAIN!" The song "We will, we will rock you!" blasted from the sound booth. My sisters were jumping and screaming like crazy. Even my parents were yelling themselves hoarse. But I think that I was the loudest of all, because I was the only one who actually wanted my man to hear me.
As Chris ran onto the field, holding his helmet under his arm, he searched the stands. When he saw me, his face lit up with pleasure, and he blew me a kiss. The crowd, especially the ladies, screamed and pretended to swoon. But I knew that the kiss was for me. I blew him one back, and was glad to know that no one saw except for my mother. "GO CHRIS!" I shouted as loud as I could. I would have sworn that he heard me too, because he juts about beamed back at me. God, I loved him so much!
Soon, the game was under way. Our team chose to receive the ball. Like I said earlier, I know practically knew nothing about the game of football, so I didn't pay any attention to the announcer when he said how many yards were gained or lost, or what down it was.
Midway through the 2nd quarter, I happened to glance behind me and got the shock of my life. Chris's parents were sitting there, about three rows up and slightly to the left, holding hands, and cheering for all they were worth. I was so happy for Chris. I hoped they would stick around for the rest of the game. Chris would be shocked to know that his parents still did love and care about him.
I waved to Chris's parents, but they either didn't see me, or pretended not to, because they didn't wave back. I didn't let it bother me, because they were here for Chris and that was all that mattered.
At half-time, the game was tied at 21-21. I knew that our boys would have to pull off some fancy moves to get the other team off our backs. But I was confident that Chris would lead his team to victory.
As my family and I headed to the snack shack to get some hot chocolate and a snack, I couldn't help but wonder what Chris was saying in the locker room. I was sure that it was something profound.
As I was getting in line, I didn't notice the person in front of me and bumped into him.
"I'm sorry, sir. I didn't see you." I mumbled as he turned around. Just my luck, it was Chris's father.
"It's all right." He said, staring right at me, I had to fight not to look away. "You're a friend of Chris's, aren't you?" he asked.
I nodded, but didn't say anything else, as I knew that Chris's parents were not ready to accept that their son was gay.
"He's doing a great job, isn't he?" Mr. Benson asked, a large amount of fatherly pride coloring his voice. .
"Oh, yes sir. He's the best one out there." I said honestly.
"Yes he is. You say hi to him for us." Mr. Benson said simply, and turned around. He didn't say anything else for the remainder of the time we were in line. I watched in confusion as he walked back to his wife. What was that all about?
HELP! Please! I need to know all about football before I can write the next chapter, as it is going to be from Chris's point of view for the rest of the day. So if anyone knows anything about football, and the rules, positions, anything, please write to me at gibsongirl101@hotmail.com. Thanks again for reading this story!