Hi all. I'd like to begin by thanking all of you for such an overwhelming response to my story. This will be the second of many more installments for this story. A few of you asked me to say a little more about myself, so for those of you who don't care, skip the next paragraph. For the rest of you, here it is.
Well, as I said before, I just turned 18 recently. I'm 6'5" tall at 210 lbs. with a light complexion, dirty blond hair, and icy blue eyes. I have a pretty good build from working on the farm I live on in Ohio. Though I began noticing other guys my freshman year, I hadn't really decided I was gay until, of course, I met Oliver. I was never the most popular kid in school, mainly because I kept to myself and my studies. So I really only had a few good friends. I'm pretty smart, and have managed to stay on the honor roll. I've always loved art. I can paint, draw, or sculpt just about anything. I have won several awards for my work, and received scholarships for various art colleges-one of which I will be attending in the fall. As you already know I'm also a huge Sci-Fi fan, and spend some of my time making replicas of movie props. I'm also what you might call an outdoorsman. I enjoy everything from hiking, to rock climbing, to kayaking. Well, that's me in a nutshell. The rest you'll find out by reading this series. On to the story!
Oliver and I Installment #2:
I slowly opened my eyes and awoke from my sleep. I could feel the cool air of the room envelope my naked body as I strained to adjust my eyes. The room was mainly dark, and only thin streaks of sunlight pierced the blinds over the giant windows. I looked down and smiled as I recalled where I was and whom I was with. Oliver lay asleep with his head on my shoulder and his arm wrapped around my chest. I moved my left hand from around his side to stroke his short brown hair. He looked so peaceful, so innocent, and so cute lying there asleep. I moved my head down and kissed his forehead softly. 'What an angel,' I thought to myself. I looked over to the clock at the bedside. It was 6:00 AM. I'd grown rather accustomed to waking up so early in the morning. Between school and work, it had become a routine. I never did get much sleep, even on school nights. Always too much on my mind I guess.
Oliver moved a little bit, but quickly settled back down into my arms. I was really careful not to wake him. After all, he came all the way from Germany, so he needed every last bit of sleep he could get. Despite the coldness of the room, I could feel Oliver's heat radiating from his beautiful body. I had never felt so comfortable with another person in my life. I was in heaven. For a long time I just stared at him, thinking about the day before. He was such a great guy, and we had lots of fun with each other. After a while Oliver stirred again, but this time he woke up.
"Good morning," I whispered.
"Hi," he responded with a big smile as he looked up at me. He definitely wasn't fully awake yet.
"Sleep well?" I asked.
"Sure did." He yawned and set his head back on my shoulder. "What time is it?"
"Almost 7:00," I said.
"How long have you been up?"
"About an hour. Habit I guess." I sighed as I continued to stroke his soft hair.
"God I'm so tired."
"Well, we don't need to suit up till 10:00 AM, so we have some time yet. If it's all the same to you, I'm going to go use the bathroom. Then maybe I can get us some breakfast." "Sure," he yawned again. Then he rolled over so that I could get up out of bed. After doing my business I walked out and put on a pair of shorts and a tank top. It was way too hot outside for boxers. After I found my wallet and shoes I looked over to the bed. Oliver had drifted back off to sleep, and I smiled as I looked at him once more before heading out. I could feel the humidity as I stepped off the elevator into the hotel lobby. It was virtually empty, save for a few employees and people just arriving. I quickly made my way over to the escalator that led down a few levels to the food court. When I got there only a few places were open for business, so I went to the one my wallet would accommodate. Food, like everything else in Atlanta, was really expensive compared to what I was used to back home.
"Good mornin'," said the person behind the counter. She was an older black woman, probably about sixty years old, and was pretty hefty. She wore a chef's hat and a friendly smile on her face.
"Good morning," I said, giving her a smile.
"What can I do fo ya sir?"
"I'd like to place two breakfast orders," I began. "What have you got?"
After she had rattled off the menu and explained to me what most of it was, I was more than ready to order. "I'll have eggs, bacon, and a biscuit. And double that order please."
"Yes sir. So how you enjoyin' your stay here in Atlanta?" she asked while dishing the food into two containers.
"Really well actually. Is it that obvious I'm a tourist?" I asked with a grin.
"It sho is honey!" she said laughing. "But when you been here as long as long as I been, you get to noticin' people mo. Don't y'all worry now, we got so many visitors you'll blend right in."
"Thanks," I said with a faint blush.
After I paid her for the food I made my way back upstairs. When I got back to the room it was about 7:30 AM. 'Made it in plenty of time,' I thought. I set the food on a small end table in the hall as I searched my pockets for the key card. I found it and opened the door with breakfast in tow. I let out a sigh as I felt the wall of cool air hit me. Oliver had put on a pair of shorts and was watching TV when I walked in.
"Hey big guy," he said as I made my over to the bed.
"Hi stud," I whispered as I gave him a small kiss on the forehead. "Hope you're hungry."
"Sure am. I love breakfast in bed." He reached over and took the food container that I handed to him.
After I kicked off my shoes I sat down on the bed beside him and opened my container. We were both really hungry, and since we knew it this would be our last meal for a while, we wasted no time. I had to admit it was worth what I paid for it. As we ate the two of us made small talk.
"What's on the agenda for today?" Oliver asked.
"Well from 10:00 AM to about 5:00 PM we have costume duty. After that we're free for the evening. Tomorrow nothing's going on, so we can just wander for the day."
"Cool." Oliver had just finished eating so he slid over and put his arms around me from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder as I finished my breakfast. I could feel his warm breath on my neck and I let my eyes fall half shut. His touch made me feel so good. When I finished I turned around and pulled him closer as we laid back into the pillows.
"God I love you," I said softly as our blue eyes met in a friendly stare. His thin lips pulled into a feint smile as the words escaped my dry mouth. I meant every syllable of that statement, with all my heart. I know, I know. Love at first sight. Like it really happens, right? Well, it did. We had known each other for only two days, but I could feel something special between us-something inseparable.
"I love you too," he said. "And I'm glad we met. More than you'll ever know." My heart skipped a beat as I was overcome with joy. I hadn't been crazy-we both felt the same. Just then we moved in and gave each other a long, passionate kiss. Our tongues reached deep inside each other's mouths. The kiss lasted about a minute or so before we pulled away. I looked at my watch.
"It's only 8:00. What do want to do for the next hour or so?" I asked.
"Just hold me," he said. That German accent of his drove me wild and I couldn't refuse. I lay behind him as he fell back into my strong arms. He put his arms over mine, holding them around him so I couldn't let go. The warmth of his body felt great against me. I could feel his heartbeat and his chest rise and fall with his breathing. "Thanks, I really like it when you hold me like this. I feel so safe with you."
"That's what I'm here for," I replied softly. "And I'll be here for you whenever you need me." A twinge of hurt hit me when I said that second part, because I knew in about three days we would be parting from each other. That thought sent chills up my spine so I tried not to think about it. However, I had absolutely no intention of this being our last few days together, and I was determined to make it so that we didn't part for very long. After all, he was going to be here in the U.S. for almost 2 years. Oh the possibilities!
We laid like that for the next hour and a half-not saying a word, just taking in the silence. When 9:30 came, we both got up and grabbed our costumes. Oliver was in his first and quickly came over to help me out with mine. You know, some people think that Vader is so strong and imposing-and on screen it's true-but let me tell you, if someone had bumped into me too hard while wearing that thing, I would have fallen over. Almost all of your joints are restricted from movement. The helmet provided another problem-restricted vision. This is where Oliver came in handy. He was always there to turn me around and point me in the right direction. And since I couldn't see my feet it was like leading the blind for him.
"You ready in there?" Oliver said with a smile as he knocked on my helmet.
I fumbled for the speaker switch under my armor. "Yeah, lets go."
Now that we were ready to go we stepped out into the hallway and waited for the elevator. I looked over and saw Oliver staring a hole through me.
"What?" I asked, tilting my head a little.
"It's funny. I always envisioned a knight in shining armor, and look what I end up with."
"Hey!" I said as I gave him a playful shove. Then I moved in and put him in a headlock.
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding!" he yelled as he broke free and put his hands up in defeat. He laughed uncontrollably, enjoying every moment of it.
"I'll take care of you later," I replied with a small laugh as the elevator doors slid open. His laughter was infectious, and I couldn't help joining in.
The elevator reached the lobby in no time, and the two of us strode proudly out into the open as we got into character. A handful of guys from our group were already suited up and waiting by the front doors. They spotted us and waved us over. It was about 10:00 now, and we were all waiting for Bob to show up with our list of duties. He made an appearance 10 minutes later. Always fashionably late-that's Bob for you.
"Okay everyone, here's the schedule for today," Bob began. He briefed us in a few minutes and we were ready to go. Today was the hottest day so far in Atlanta, and boy did we feel it. Just as the day before, we were required to make trips back and forth across the streets from building to building. The heat proved too much for us and I could tell that by the way most of us who wore helmets were walking that their goggles had fogged up. Despite the raging humidity and the uneven ground we could barely see beneath our feet, we pressed on-and believe it or not we had fun. Who else but a die-hard fan would do this for an entire weekend without pay? I'm sure your thinking about that last statement and saying to yourselves 'What a bunch of lunatics!' Well, what can I say, we're all a bunch of geeks I guess.
It wasn't until about 1:30 PM that I was able to remove my helmet and take in a breath of fresh air. I immediately found a refreshment station in the building we were in and got something to drink for Oliver and I. I had to be careful about how much I drank since I was going to be in this thing for four more hours and it was not bathroom friendly, if you know what I mean. As we took our 30-minute break Oliver and began talking a little more with some of the guys we met yesterday. Some were probably twice our age, but the age difference didn't seem to make any difference. We were like kids in a candy store. We spent a good part of the time complementing each other's costumes and discussing how we put them together. To some people this kind of conversation would seem boring, but we thrived on this stuff. All of us really got along well, like we'd known each other forever.
Eventually Bob reappeared and knowing what was coming I put my helmet back on. The rest of the gang did the same and lined up for the next event. We got a chance to meet with a few of our favorite actors throughout the rest of the day, which brightened our spirits some. On top of that plenty of people took pictures of the group, struck poses with us, and engaged us in friendly conversation. We were a hit, and when 5:00 PM came we were beat! After saying our good-byes for the evening, we all went our separate ways. Though some remained in costume for pictures, the majority of us went back to our rooms to change. Oliver and I did the latter.
It wasn't long after we walked into our room that I began shedding the armor I wore. I was a walking oven. When Oliver and I were finally out of our costumes I walked over and turned up the air conditioner so that we would cool off quicker. We both removed our shirts and sat on the floor with our backs against the vent.
"What a day!" I exclaimed with a long sigh.
"Yeah, It's a good thing we don't have to do anything tomorrow." Oliver had his head tilted back with his eyes shut. I could see beads of sweat rolling down the soft flesh of his chest and torso and onto the waistband of his shorts. He looked incredible as he sat there beside me, the feint sunlight bouncing off his warm features. Then I looked down at my own body, which was thoroughly soaked in sweat.
"Well, I'd better shower. I feel like something the cat dragged in."
"Mind if I join you?" Oliver asked with a hopeful look on his face.
"You didn't actually think I was going alone did you?" I said with a smile as I grabbed his hand and pulled him up off the floor. Normally I would have been shy about it, but I felt that we had nothing to hide from each other, no matter what it was. Once I got the water running we both removed our shorts and hopped into the shower. We stood there hugging for a few minutes as the warm water poured over our bodies. We smiled at each other, glad that we were finally alone. I finally reached over, grabbed the bar of soap and turned him around.
"Could I ask you something?" he asked as I began soaping up his back and shoulders.
"Sure," I said, "anything you want."
"How long have you known you were...you know..."
"Gay?" I finished for him.
"Yeah."
"Well to be perfectly truthful, not until yesterday."
"Really?"
"Really. I mean sure I've thought about it for a few years, but I was never really sure of my feelings. When I met you, and got to know you a little, I fell in love. It was just...I don't know, something inside me told me this is what I really wanted. When I held you in my arms it felt so comfortable, so right. What about you? How long have you known?"
"I've known it for almost a year. I always knew I was different from most guys in some way, but it wasn't until last year that I realized what it was. I never did have a girlfriend or anything. The older I got, the more I started noticing guys at school, and I was always afraid one of them would find out and that they would beat me for it. People in my country aren't very kind to people like us, so I never told a soul about how I really felt-except for you. I've never met anyone like you before."
"I feel the same way." I said. There was a long pause, and only the running water could be heard. "Well we had better finish our shower," I said, breaking the silence. "There won't be enough left for the fish." Oliver turned and smiled at me as I continued washing him down. I did it slowly, making sure I covered every spot on his body. I took extra care of his privates, pulling back his foreskin to wash every inch of his sensitive manhood. This made him hard fast. I managed to finish and he let the running water rinse away the suds on his body.
"Now it's your turn," Oliver said, taking the bar of soap from my hand. With that he turned me around and began to lather up my back. He slowly moved down over my ass, into my crack, and down the back of my legs before spinning me around to face him. I was now sporting a full woody and I blushed as Oliver grinned at me. He spread soap all over my chest and torso, moving down over my legs and then up into my crotch. With a hand full of suds he cupped and massaged my balls, while taking his other hand to my shaft. I let out a soft moan as he slid his hand over my dick a few times to cover it with soap. When he was done I rinsed myself off and turned off the water. Within moments we were toweling each other off.
After we were completely dry we put on our boxers and walked over to the bed. We lay down on our sides so that we were facing each other. For a long moment there was silence as we stared-and then Oliver spoke up.
"After what's happened between us the last 2 days, do you think we're moving too fast?" I could tell his tone was serious, and knew that he had a lot on his mind.
"Too fast? Well, I don't know. I've never been in love with someone before."
"Me neither. It was in the back of my mind and I wanted to know how you felt about it. I didn't want to rush you into anything. I mean, I'd really like for us to know more about each other."
"I agree. I'd like to know more about you as well, and there are so many things I'd like to share with you about myself. You're the first person I've met in a long time that I could open up to. I know it seems we're moving kind of quick-the thought had crossed my mind yesterday-but something inside told me everything would be fine."
"I just wish we had more time," Oliver said as his gaze moved down away from my face. His face saddened when he said that, so I reached out and put a hand on his arm.
"Look, I finally met a great guy who I can share anything with, who I feel comfortable with, and who feels the same way about me. There is no way I'm going to let that go. We're still young, and have our whole lives ahead of us. You're gonna be here for almost 2 years, and I intend to make your stay here a memorable one."
"But what about when I go back to Germany, then what?" His voice was a bit shaky and I could see tears forming in his eyes.
"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it," I said, not wanting to think about it. "Long distance relationships never work out, and I don't want to lose you."
I let out a sigh, trying hard not to break down with him.
"If that last part were true I might not have been born."
"What do you mean?" he asked sniffling. "Let me tell you a story. My grandparents met here in America over 50 years ago. They hadn't known each other for more than a few months when WW2 broke out and my grandfather was called for duty overseas. But before he left, he and my grandmother got married." Oliver looked at me as he listened to every word. "That's right, even though there was a good chance my grandfather would never come home from the war, they took the risk anyway-they were in love. They didn't see one another for four years, and kept in touch by writing. They remained happily married for 56 years before my grandfather passed away." "I guess what I'm trying to say is, no one said love was easy. We're damn lucky. We're not in a war, and we have thousands more ways to keep in touch. If we feel for each other that greatly, we'll find a way to make it work." "Now I know why I like you so much," Oliver said. "What's that?" "You know how to make me feel better and bring a smile to my face." Oliver grinned and gave me a hug. "Thanks buddy, you're the best." "Don't you worry man, I'll always be here for ya. Now enough of this mushy stuff!" I said in an attempt to lighten the mood. "We've got a whole day with nothing to do tomorrow, so we'd better make plans." "It's only 7:00, so how about we discuss it over dinner? My treat." "You're on buddy!" I smiled widely, happy that our minds would be elsewhere for the time being. "I saw a really cool place across the street." "Lead the way," I said. "Not like this we aren't." Then I realized that we weren't wearing any shirts. "Oops! Better finish dressing huh?" I said as we put on our shirts and shoes. "Not that I'm complaining, or anything," Oliver chimed in with a devilish grin. I smiled and grabbed his ass as we made our way out of the room. Well, after we made our way downstairs and outside of the hotel Oliver pointed to a spot across the street about a block over from where we stood. I followed his gaze and saw the big neon sign for Planet Hollywood shining brightly. As much as I wanted to hold his hand when we walked down the street I didn't. We had agreed to be careful about how we acted in public for fear of being found out. And having to deal with our families and friends about us being gay wasn't something either of us needed at the moment. We both hated the idea, but thought it would be best. After about a five-minute walk to the restaurant we went inside. Oliver had a big smile on his face as he looked around. "How many?" the hostess asked. "Two please. Non smoking," I answered, seeing that Oliver was too excited about the place to answer. "Right this way," she said. Oliver and I got a booth in the corner where we had a great view of the place. After we sat down across from one another, a second girl walked over with the menus. "Good evening guys, my name is Cindy and I'll be your waitress tonight. What would you like to drink?" She was a really nice girl, probably about 20 years old, with pretty blond hair and a warm smile. "Just water for me, thanks," I said. "I'll have a coke," chimed in Oliver. "Okay I'll be right back." With that Cindy walked out of sight. "Man this place is really cool! There's nothing like this back home," he said, still smiling. I could tell that he was really excited. The place was filled with showcases containing various props and costumes from movies and all sorts of memorabilia. I myself had never been here, but I had been to Hardrock Caf‚ in Toronto before and it was pretty much the same. The food was not something spectacular. It really came down to being just a hyped up burger joint, but I wasn't about to spoil his fun. I wanted him to enjoy himself as much as possible, and that would make me plenty happy. "Yeah, it is pretty cool huh?" I said as I began to look over the menu. "I've never seen anything like it." He looked down at the menu as well. "Wow," he began, "I never knew you could fix a hamburger so in so many different ways." I smiled and let out a small chuckle. "Amazing isn't it?" "Are you guys ready to order?" "Wha? Oh." I snapped out of my momentary gaze and looked up to see Cindy standing in front of us with a pencil and pad in her hands. "Sure," I said. After we ordered what we wanted Cindy took the menus and disappeared again into the crowded atmosphere. "Do have a place like this in Ohio?" asked Oliver, who was now looking up at me. "In Ohio?" I said in amusement. "No, I'm afraid not. Other than a few major cities like Cleveland, Cincinnati, and Columbus most of Ohio is farmland and suburbs." "Really? Do you have a big farm out where you are?" "No, a small one. Since my mom walked out on us, we haven't really farmed much other than for ourselves. My dad's a teacher at a catholic high school so the wages aren't all that great. I like our place though. It's far enough away from the cramped cities, and there's plenty of forest and fields to wander around in." "Sounds nice out there." "It is." "I wish I could see it." "Maybe you will," I said with a smile. "How about your place? I've only heard about Germany from relatives who've been there. "It's okay. I live in the suburbs and don't have nearly that much land. Maybe a few acres. My parents don't make much money, but we're not poor or anything. I got a job about a year ago and saved every penny I could to come here. I wanted to get a chance to tour the various states and go to a few other conventions while I'm here. Have you been to many states here? "No. Other than Florida this is as far as I've ever been. I don't get out of state much and this is the first vacation my family has taken is almost 6 years. Last time it was North Carolina." "I know what you mean. What do you like to do in your free time? You know, aside from work and science fiction stuff." "Well when I do have some time on my hands-which is rare between school, my two jobs, and chores at home-I spend as much time as I can outside. I love to hike, camp, rock climb, go kayaking, and occasionally like to fish. There are a few good state parks I spend time at. When I can't do any of than I'm either at the movies, playing video games with my younger brother, sitting at my computer, or working on art projects." "I've never been out in a boat before. Is it fun?" "Never?" I was really surprised that he never had the opportunity to go out on a boat before. "It's one of the greatest things in the world! There's nothing like being out on the lake on a sunny day, paddling across the swells of water around you. It makes me feel so free to be out in the open like that. That's it, I'm gonna make sure you come with me next time."
"It's a date. You paint too?"
"Yeah, sure do. Art is my most favorite thing to do. I want to make a career out of it someday."
"You're really good then?
"I think I am, I've won quite a few awards for my stuff. But if there's one thing I've learned, it's that there's always someone better at it than I am out there. It's a competitive and expensive hobby." I really hated talking about myself to other people. I always felt like I was boring them or coming off as being full of myself, but Oliver didn't seem to mind. Still, I wanted to change the subject. "Enough about me. What about you? What do you do to stay occupied?"
"Well, I do various things. I love this costuming group. I'm not really very social, but I do go to the movies once in a while. I love skiing though, and there's plenty of snow in Germany during the winter to enjoy."
"I tried downhill skiing a few times, but I never was much good at it."
"I'll bet if you came to ski with me I could turn you into a pro," he said with a grin.
"If you say so," I replied, rolling my eyes. "I'd be willing to give it another try. So what else do you do over there?"
"I've had a few jobs during school and summer. I worked at a grocery store for a while, and at a restaurant as a busboy. Nothing spectacular. I have a fairly large family as far as aunts, cousins, and uncles go, but I'm an only child myself. Just my parents and I. Your dad reminds me a lot of mine. If you don't mind me asking, what ever happened to your mother?"" He was real careful about how he asked, searching my facial expressions for a reaction. "I'm sorry, it's none of my business. I shouldn't have asked," he said as he saw my face fall a little when he brought it up. I must have turned white or something, because Oliver had a concerned look on his face and reached over to touch my hand.
"N...No, it's okay...really," I said, trying not to remember. "I'll tell you about it later maybe."
"I'm sorry if I upset you. I didn't mean..."
"It's fine. Don't worry I'll be okay." There was silence as I stared down at the tabletop. He had struck a nerve, and brought up something I wanted to forget, but I would talk to him about it later if he still cared to know. I didn't want to hide anything, but here was not the best place. At least I knew there was someone I could talk to.
"Here's your stuff guys, enjoy," said Cindy as she returned with a tray of food. Oliver and I both thanked her and she left. I was glad she came when she did.
"Let's dig in," I said, trying to put my mind on something else.
"Good idea."
For the next 40 minutes or so we ate our dinner and talked about what we could do the following day. We had a whole day to do whatever we wished, and there were plenty of things to keep us busy. When we finished our meal, Oliver paid the bill. I had argued with him that I would pitch in, but the most he allowed me to do was leave a tip for the waitress, so I didn't take it any further. With that done we walked back out into the street and made our way back to the hotel. We made it into our room around 8:30 PM and plopped down on the bed beside each other.
"Thanks for dinner," I said. "I really appreciate it."
"No problem. I really had fun tonight." Oliver turned on his side so that he was facing in my direction. I looked over at him and could tell that he was curious about my reaction back at the restaurant, so I decided that this would be the best time to answer his earlier question.
"I'm sorry about how I reacted when you asked me about my mom earlier," I finally spoke up.
"No, it was my fault, I shouldn't have said anything." Oliver began apologizing again.
"No, it's not. You just struck a raw nerve that's all. I wasn't expecting it to come up."
"Did she pass away?" he asked softly and sincerely.
"No, but she may as well have," I sighed with a twinge of hurt in my voice. Oliver came closer and took my hand in his.
"It's okay," he said, looking into my blue eyes.
"It was about 8 months ago, and I had an after school job with the school janitor taking out trash and sweeping the floors. It was about 5:00, an hour before my shift ended, when my mom swung by to drop my brother off for football practice. He was still in grade school and had practice at my high school. After she left I swung by my dad's classroom to see what he was up to. When I came in he began to stare at me with teary eyes. I asked him what was wrong and that's when he sat me down. My mom had told him that she wanted a divorce. They were married for 21 years, and my dad was at a loss for words. He was as shocked as I was. I just sat there. I couldn't believe what my father was telling me. The tears came, and I collapsed in my father's arms. My brother didn't know yet, and was about to find out soon. My mom worked the midnight shift at the hospital, so she wouldn't come home till morning. That night I cried myself to sleep. Family had always been so important. I had many friends with single parents, and I always considered myself lucky to have to parents who loved me. Now I'm nothing more than a statistic." My eyes began to blur with moisture and Oliver engulfed me into a hug. "When my mom came home the next morning I pleaded with her to work things out. She refused. And what bothered me the most about her reply was her tone. It was so cold and heartless, like she didn't care. I never even got a reason for why she was doing this. She turned me away. A month later she moved out for good, around Christmas, with my little 6 year old sister." A sarcastic smile crept over my face as I thought about the time of year she left. How ironic I thought. I felt betrayed by one of the only people I could trust in my life. The mother I knew and loved was gone, and I felt abandoned. She lied to me, and used my trust like it meant nothing. I've had a hard time trusting people ever since. I did my best to go on, and was somehow able to keep my grades up by the skin of my teeth. If not for my dad I wouldn't have gotten this far."
"I'm so sorry," Oliver whispered into my ear as he held me close to him. "It's okay, let it all out." The tears came, and I felt like a wound was reopened in my chest-but I was glad that Oliver was there with me.
"Thanks," I sobbed. "You're the only person I've been able to talk to about this other than my dad. I'm really glad you're here.
"I'm glad you can confide in me. It means a lot. If there's anything you ever need to talk about I'm always here." I dried my tears on my shirt and was finally able to start to relax again. I let myself go limp in his arms, enjoying his soft touch.
After a while I decided that I was okay and sat up in the bed with Oliver. We walked over to the window and watched what little of the sunset remained in the darkening sky. I stood there with my arm around Oliver as we watched the stars replace the last rays of sunshine in the sky. Nothing was said. We just enjoyed each other's company. When it was finally dark we returned from the window and removed our shirts and shorts so that only our boxer's remained before getting into bed. I lay on my back as Oliver snuggled close to rest his head on my shoulder like the night before. I brought my arm up around him and pulled him close against me.
"Good night," I said as I kissed his forehead. Then he brought his head up and planted one on my mouth. I returned the kiss and held him even tighter.
"Goodnight Albert. Love ya."
"Right back at ya," I said with a smile.
We lay still like that for a while. He was the first to fall asleep, and I could feel his heartbeat against my chest as he slept. I felt like the luckiest guy in the world. I finally had someone I could put my trust in, and someone to share my life with. Thinking of that, I drifted off to sleep.
I hope you enjoyed this 2nd installment. There will be more to come very soon. Please make comments at vader5@gateway.net.