Hi everyone, Al here. Sorry this third installment is so late, but I have started college recently and I don't get a lot of time to write during the week. I'd like to thank everyone who took the time to write me. I really enjoy hearing from you, the readers, and I thank you for encouraging me to continue my story. Again this is a true story, and I have a lot to tell, so sit back and enjoy.
Oliver and I Installment #3:
My eyes opened slowly to the sight of the morning sunlight filling the room. The golden light splashed over everything, and I squinted slightly as I shifted and turned over on my left side. When my eyes had adjusted a familiar silhouette appeared on the bed beside me. Oliver was fully awake, laying on one side with is head propped up by one arm, as he stared contently at me.
"What time is it?" I asked with a yawn.
"About 9:00 AM. Sleep well?"
"I guess so," I replied. I was rather surprised that I had slept in for so long. It was the most sleep I had gotten in probably the last few years. I had high school to thank for ruining my sleep patterns. I sighed as I stretched my arms and legs a little before propping myself up to return Oliver's quiet gaze. "How long have you been staring like that?" I asked with a grin.
"Almost an hour. I can't help it, you look so cute when you're sleeping."
"Thanks," I said. We both leaned in and kissed each other. When we pulled away I put an arm around him and we cuddled close. I loved having him near me. I was just so comfortable having him close to my side. "The activities start at 11:00 AM when the dealer's building opens, so we've got time for breakfast."
"That sounds good to me. We'll be doing a lot of walking today."
"Yeah, there's plenty of sights to see." Then I sat up on the end of the bed and stood up. I walked over to the window to look at the sun rising above the skyscrapers of Atlanta-or "Hotlanta", as it's commonly known. Oliver joined me a few seconds later and put his arm around my waist. I put my arm around his shoulders and drew him closer as he hugged my waist tighter.
"Isn't it beautiful?" he whispered.
"It sure is," I began, "but you'll probably see much better ones when you head out west."
"They won't be as nice without you there to see them with me," he said in a soft, loving tone.
"Thanks," I replied as I tilted my head to rest it on his. "I appreciate it. You wanna get ready?"
"In a minute."
After we watched the sun a few minutes longer the two of us rummaged through our things for something to wear. We knew it was going to be hot so we both put on shorts and a T-shirt. As I bent down to tie my shoes the phone rang. I was closest so I picked up the phone.
"Hello," I said.
"Hey Albert, how's everything going?" sounded my dad's voice over the receiver. I could here the anxiousness in his voice. He always worried about my brother and I, sometimes to the point he would smother us, but I loved him for it because I knew he cared.
"Everything's fine dad. We had a great time yesterday." I looked over and noticed Oliver's face turn a little pale when I said 'dad'.
"That's good. I'm glad you're enjoying yourself. Do you know what time the dealer's building opens up?"
"Yeah, 11:00 AM. Why?"
"Well your brother wanted to go to see everything today. He slept most of yesterday. Still tired from the trip I guess." That sounded like my brother alright. That kid could sleep through a hurricane.
"That's cool, I was going to go up there anyway with a friend of mine. We can meet up with you guys there. Sound okay?"
"That's fine. See you later. Bye."
"Bye." After that I hung up the phone and looked at Oliver, who seemed a little worried. "Something wrong man?"
"Well...I don't know...do you think it's a good idea to introduce me to your dad? I mean, do you think he would suspect anything?" I smiled and just pulled him into a playful hug.
"Don't worry about it, he'll never notice a thing. He'll think you're my new best friend-and you are." I ruffled up his short brown hair. "Besides, if I'm going to pull of what I have in mind, you and my dad are going to have to get to know each other real well."
"What have you got planned? You've got that smirk on your face like you're up to something."
"Never mind that. We'll talk about it later."
"Are you sure this is a good idea?"
"Yes I'm sure. Now quit worrying, we're here to have some fun, remember?"
"Alright, I trust you," he said, easing up a little.
After I got my shoes and a ball cap on I walked over and found the backpack that I had brought with me.
"I'll take this with me, just in case we find some stuff we want to buy. This way it'll be easier to carry."
"Okay. Do you have the room key?"
"Yeah, you have yours?"
"Yep."
"Okay, lets go then."
It was about 9:45 AM when we finally reached the food court for breakfast. Unlike the previous morning I came, the place was crowded with all sorts of people. There were several that were already in their costumes and ready to parade in the streets. Oliver and I looked around for a place to eat.
"Hey Oliver. Over here," I said, pointing to the place I had gone to the day before. "The line seems to be moving quicker."
"Cool," he replied as he rushed ahead to get a place in line. I quickly caught up and joined him. "I hope the food's good."
"Same shit you had yesterday," I said with a grin.
"You came here yesterday morning?"
"Yeah."
"Well then I've got something to look forward to."
Finally after about 10 minutes in line it was our turn to order.
"Well, welcome back honey!" a familiar voice called out from behind the counter. "You sho must like my cookin!"
"Yes ma'am," I said as I looked up to see the same old woman I had met yesterday morning. "You remember me?"
"Uh huh, sho do baby. I gots a knack fo faces n' such. What can I get fo ya now?"
"Same as yesterday," I said.
"Now my mind ain't all dat great," she said laughing.
"Okay, I'll have bacon, eggs and toast please."
"Make that two," Oliver chimed in.
"Oh, so dis here's your friend you bought breakfast for yesterday mornin'," the lady said with a smile. Oliver blushed a little and looked down briefly.
"Yes ma'am," he said in his strong German accent.
"See, old Mama Agnes know. I had six kids my own self and I can read em' likes a book." When she had our orders ready I paid her and waved as I turned to leave. "Y'all stay outta trouble now, ya hear?"
"We will," shouted Oliver as he followed close behind me. "I wish the hospitality was that great back home."
"So do I," I said, still looking for a table. Finally a spot opened up and we jumped on it. It was a quarter after 10:00 so we opened up our boxes and began eating. "We've still got some time before we have to meet up with my dad in the Apparel Mart.
"That's good. I really like this food." I had to smile at him. He was eating like it was something new to him. But, I guess a lot of this was new to him.
"I'm glad you like it. You might want to slow down before you choke though. It might last longer," I joked.
"Sorry," he giggled. "So what do you want to see first?"
"Well, I thought we could just stroll around the dealer's room and maybe get a few autographs."
"That sounds good. From what I remember from the last two days there is plenty of ground to cover in that building."
"Yeah, it's pretty huge. That should take up a good part of the morning."
"After that there's a sci-fi art show across the street in the other building we were in. I'd like to see some of the art there."
"I'd like that too. There's supposed to be a few professional demonstrations over there in the afternoon." I was really glad that he had an appreciation for art. As we continued to eat our breakfast I looked up at his beautiful chiseled face. I brought my hand up to touch my own face and realized that I had grown quite a lot of stubble, so I made a mental note to myself to shave later.
When we finished eating it was close to 10:45 AM so the two of us disposed of our trash and found the escalator that would take us back up to street level. I really wanted to hold his hand, or put an arm around him, or something, but there were way too many people around and I didn't want to chance it. God I felt so frustrated! Oliver reflexively moved his hand to hold mine but caught himself and pulled away as he looked around him for others nearby. The look in his pretty blue eyes told me that he shared my frustrations. This is when I decided to change the subject to keep our minds off of the present and awkward situation.
"We'd better take our D-CON badges out, or they won't let us into the dealers' room."
"Good idea," he said, pulling his from his pants pocket and putting it around his neck. "So, what autographs did you want to get?"
"Well, I'd like to get Prowse (Vader), Bulloch (Boba Fett), Le Parmentier (Admiral Motti), and maybe Blake (7 other characters in Episode 1). I got some pictures with them when we escorted them yesterday, but never had time for an autograph with any of them."
"Yeah, I'd like to get their autographs as well. Maybe a few more pictures too. Did you remember your camera?"
"I wouldn't leave without it, and I've got plenty of film if you need it."
In no time we were on the street. Our destination, the Apparel Mart, was two blocks from the Hyatt. Surprisingly there was little traffic, so we made the journey rather quickly. We welcomed the blast of cool air in the building after being in the Atlanta heat for a good portion of the morning. We were in the lobby of the building, and to our right was the grand entrance to the dealers' room where we had been over the last two days in costume.
"Here we are," said Oliver as we walked over just off to the side of the entrance. "It's almost 11:00 so your dad and brother should be here soon," he added as he looked nervously down at his watch.
"Stop worrying, he won't notice a thing."
"I know, I know, I'm sorry. I just hope he approves of me."
"Why wouldn't he? What's not to like?" I said with a big smile and ruffled his short brown hair. "Look, here they come now." My dad quickly found me in the crowd of faces and motioned my brother to follow.
"Hey Albert," my dad said as he approached.
"Hey dad," I replied. "Dad, I'd like you to meet Oliver. He's the one who's letting me use his room for the weekend."
"Nice to meet you Oliver," my dad said as he shook Oliver's hand.
"Good to meet you too sir," Oliver said, putting on his best smile.
"So you guys having fun?" Oliver and I gave each other a sidelong glance and answered yes in unison. When two of us were together we couldn't be happier.
"Well we'd better go inside. There's a lot of stuff to see," I said.
"Okay," my dad said.
All four of us passed through the entrance, showing our badges to the guards. Once inside we stopped to take it all in. Endless rows of tables stretched across the room for as far as we could see. I could see so much more now that I didn't have fogged up goggles obstructing my view.
"Where shall we start?" Oliver asked. My brother had already headed in one direction, so my dad rolled his eyes and began to follow.
"We'll catch up with you later," I called after him. He heard me and nodded his head. My brother was 14, and had one hell of an attitude. He and I rarely got along very well, and yet we still shared the same bedroom. I hated that because I had no privacy at all, and I would spend a lot of extra time in the bathroom, if you know what I mean. He had definitely inherited my mother's mood swings. Mother. Backstabbing bitch was more like it. The thought of her left my mind as quickly as it came. I was here to have fun, and it would be with the person I loved. "What do you say we start down at this end," I suggested.
"Sounds good to me," Oliver said. We started walking in the opposite direction that my brother and dad had gone a few moments before. There was so much to see, and so little time. "You know, I kind of like your dad."
"See? That wasn't so bad. Once he gets to know you he'll put his guard down some. That's just how he is."
"I guess that makes sense."
"Besides, he's gonna be seeing a lot of you if I have anything to do with it. Well, I'll be seeing a lot of you anyway," I said with a devilish grin.
"I hope so."
Our first stop was at a booth that sold modeling kits for science fiction movies. We were both pretty serious collectors when it came to Star Wars merchandise, and the action figure booths were next on our hit list. The prices for most of the stuff were pretty high, but you could find a good deal if you looked hard enough. We didn't see anything we wanted at the first booth so we moved on. The tables were endless and the people were abundant already. We browsed at a few tables until we came to one corner booth. Bill "Splat" Johnson, as he is known, was sitting there signing autographs near a few of his props. This guy made all sorts of props like dead bodies, body parts, and so on for horror films. He would later go on to make props for the Patriot starring Mel Gibson. Though pretty gruesome and realistic, we both really liked his stuff, and we decided to get an autograph. I signed picture was only $5.00 then, and we each got one. After the Patriot was made a year later the value of the pictures skyrocketed. Did we get lucky!
We talked to him a while about how he made his props, how long it took him to complete them, and stuff like that.
"That was really cool," Oliver said as we continued down the rows of tables.
"Yeah, I thought so too. Did you see how realistic that corps was? I was waiting for it to get up and walk away."
"Me too," he laughed. "Hey look at those costumes!" I looked up ahead of us and saw a group of Klingons. The costumes were really neat.
"Come on, let's get our picture with them," I suggested.
"Good idea."
We approached the group and asked for a picture. They were more than happy to, so Oliver and I gave our cameras to a person nearby and they took our picture. What a great shot that was! We then commented on how great their costumes were, and thanked them for posing with us. We continued on.
Before we knew it, it was 1:00 and we had made it halfway through the place. We now stood in the back where the movie stars were giving autographs. We quickly spotted the four guys we had escorted earlier and got in line. First it was Dave Prowse. When it was our turn Dave looked up and smiled.
"Hey, aren't you the young officer who was in the escort yesterday?" he said to Oliver.
"Yes sir," he said, "and this was the Vader in yesterday's escort." Oliver nodded his head in my direction.
"Wow! You guys had really great costumes. I think you could give George Lucas a run for his money."
"Thanks," we said together.
"Here, I'll tell you what. The guys and I will give you free autographs for your help this weekend. You paraded us in style!"
"Gee thanks Mr. Prowse, we'd like that. Do you think we could get a group photo as well?" I asked hopefully.
"Sure, no problem at all. Come on over." I motion the other 3 guys over and we all huddled for a group shot. Then we got autographed pictures from all of them.
"We'd really like to thank you again guys," Oliver said to them as we received out pictures.
"It was our pleasure." Mr. Le Parmentier said. "Are you to coming next year?"
"You bet!" I replied with a joyous grin.
"We can't wait!" Oliver added.
We said our good-byes and continued through the building. We saw a lot more cool costumes and took plenty of pictures. In one area there were tons of female models for Playboy and such who were signing autographs. Of course we bypassed that as quickly as possible which saved us some time. Shortly after Oliver grabbed my arm and led me away from the booth I was currently at.
"Come here," he said. "You just have to see this."
"What?" I asked. He took me a few tables down to where there was a woman selling tons of clothing-most of it corsets and braziers made of varying materials for sci-fi costumes like Buffy the Vampire Slayer. He walked up to this really skimpy corset of metal-studded leather.
"What do think?" he said with a mocking smile, joking around as he held it up to his chest.
"Wild man!" I laughed as I took out my camera. He gave me a seductive looking pose with it and I took a few shots. Man can he make me laugh.
"Hey, I think I'll get you one of these," he said sarcastically.
"It'll be a cold day in hell before I wear anything like that," I quipped. He shrugged and we both laughed. After we saw a few more tables I noticed that it was almost 2:00 PM. There was supposed to be an art demonstration at 2:00 PM across the street in the Merchandise Mart.
"Oliver, do want to go with me to that art demonstration we talked about earlier?"
"Sure, let's go. I really want to see this. I'd like you to demonstrate your own artistic talent for me as well."
"What art will I be demonstrating?" I asked with a sly grin.
"You've got a dirty mind," he said with a smile as he jabbed his elbow into my arm.
"Okay, it'll be my pleasure." Then we made our exit and crossed the street to where the art show was. We got to the demonstration just in time to get a seat close to the front. All of the stuff was already set up, and shortly after we sat down the guest artist, Larry Elmore, came in and introduced himself. After a brief autobiography he got down to business and explained what paints and tools he was going to use. He worked rather quickly as he sketched a figure of a dragon on his canvas. Then he picked up his brushes and began to paint. He paid close attention to detail and took his time. The whole time he would give pointers and techniques as he went along. Two hours passed by and it was time to go. Though he didn't finish the painting, it was really neat to see him work. This guy was really talented. When the demo was over Oliver and I were able to talk to him about his career, paintings he'd done and other stuff like that. He was really nice, and gave me tips for a lot of stuff. I thanked him for his time and we were off. It was about 4:30 PM when we made it back across the street to the dealers' room.
"That was really fun, I enjoyed it," Oliver said.
"Yeah, me too. That guy was really good. I hope I become as successful as he has."
"Don't worry, you'll be the best damn artist out there." He threw caution to the wind and put his arm around my shoulder.
"Thanks," I smiled. I brought my hand up and playfully ruffled up his perfect brown hair.
"Oh man, not the hair!" he whined as he began fixing it. I just did it again. He let out a sigh and gave up and just smiled. I loved that smile of his. I could never seem to get enough of it. That face of his just brought so much joy to my heart, and I tried as best I could not to give him a big hug and kiss. "Do you want to eat now or have a late dinner?"
"We'll have a late dinner-on me."
"No, you got breakfast," he argued.
"So what? I'm buying, and that's that. You can thank me later," I whispered with a devilish grin on my face.
"Fine." He just smiled and gave me a pat on the back. "You've got yourself a deal." With that said we continued to look around for probably another half an hour before we decided to leave.
We had picked up a few things that we wanted-and could afford-and then we made our way back into the street. Despite the air being so humid, the two of us agreed to take a walk around the downtown to see what was there. Both of us were eager to see Atlanta, since we had never been in such a big city before. We walked all over the place, trying to memorize the location every street and building. We came across a small mall complex about 5 blocks from the hotel and decided to go in and look around.
"Hey, check that out," Oliver said as he pointed a finger towards a small booth in the main drag of the mall. It was a small photo booth-you know, the kind you sit in, close the curtain, and get your picture taken. I looked into his beautiful sea blue eyes and smiled.
"Cool, let's go," I replied as I grabbed his arm and pulled him over. We both crammed into the small booth and looked up at the camera. We put our arms around each other and let our heads rest together as we both smiled. Our picture came up on the screen and we picked the size we wanted. We chose a few small ones, which we both quickly put into our wallets. Since there were curtains sealing us off from the rest of the world in the booth, I leaned in and gave Oliver a big hug and a kiss. He let his eyes fall half shut and returned the loving embrace.
"I've had such a great time today," he whispered as we finished our kiss.
"Me too. It wouldn't have been the same without you," I said.
"Well, we'd better go. People might get suspicious," he said with a smirk.
"Yeah, you're probably right. Let's go."
After we looked around a while longer we began our long walk back to the hotel. When we got there it was almost 8:00, and I knew that my dad and brother would be back at their hotel by now-probably wondering what happened to us.
"You ready to eat?" Oliver asked as we strode into the Hyatt's lobby.
"In a minute. I had better give my dad a call though. If I know him he's probably worried sick. Is there a pay phone around?"
"Yeah, over at that end around the corner."
"Cool, I'll be right back." I jogged over to the phone, picked up the receiver, and put in the proper change. I dialed the number and it was picked up on the first ring. Now I knew my dad was worried. "Hey dad, that you?"
"Yeah, where've you been? I was worried about you. Why didn't you call?" I knew he was a little upset so I cut in before he asked too many more questions.
"Dad, don't worry, we're fine. Oliver and I just wanted to walk around the city a little that's all. We're back at the Hyatt, ready to get something to eat."
"Are you sure everything's okay? You need any..."
"I'm fine dad," I cut him off. "I'll talk to ya later, okay?"
"Okay, just call if you need something."
"I will, bye." When I hung up I noticed that Oliver had come up beside me and was standing there with a grin.
"Everything okay?" he asked.
"Yeah, my dad's just very overprotective."
"That's not a bad thing you know. At least he cares about you."
"I guess, it's just that he can be so smothering sometimes."
"I know what you mean. My parents threw a fit when I told them I wanted to come stay in America for over a year. It took me a lot of time-and my 18th birthday-to persuade them to let me come. I must say all that hard work paid off." He smiled at me and put a friendly hand on my shoulder.
"Thanks. Now let's eat."
"Great, where to?"
"Right over there," I said, pointing a finger to the opposite side of the lobby where the hotel's own restaurant was located. It was a pretty high class looking place, and the meals were expensive, but I was going to treat Oliver tonight.
"Awe, you don't have to do that. We can go someplace else if it's too costly."
"It's okay, I want to. Remember, my treat," I said with grin.
"It's really not neces..." I put a hand up to prevent him to finish his protest and began walking to the restaurant's entrance. When we got there one of the hostesses showed us led us to a nice secluded table in the back of the room. There were few people here since it was so late, and Oliver and I enjoyed having the extra room to breathe. The place was really nice, and the service was excellent. After we ordered we decided to settle down and talk a little.
"Thanks for taking me out tonight," Oliver said in a sincere tone.
"It's my pleasure," I replied. He made a quick glance around the area to ensure that no one was in sight before he spoke.
"Your eyes are pretty in this light," he said. I was flattered by the comment and I could feel my face blush as I looked down at the table.
"Thanks." He brought his hand over and lifted my chin so that we were looking straight at each other.
"They remind me of the icy blue glaciers in the sea." This time I held my composure and looked deep into his eyes-his soul.
"And yours are as blue as the deepest ocean," I stated. I took his hand from my chin and put it in my own as we continued to look into each other's eyes. His eyes were so deep, and I could see right through him as if I could feel his thoughts. He smiled and lightly squeezed my hand. What I saw as uncertainty a few nights before was now an overwhelming joy in those eyes that I had become so fond of. He seemed genuinely happy, and so was I.
"I love you," he whispered.
"I love you too man. I love you too."
Soon after the waitress returned with our food. We thanked her and continued to talk as we ate. We talked about everything that had happened throughout the course of the day. We both agreed that we had had one hell of a good time, and we already making plans for the next day. We wanted to do as much together as possible since there was only one more day left of the convention. 'One more day,' I thought to myself. How quickly the time goes. Well anyway, when we had finished our dinner it was close to 10:00 PM so I went to the register and paid the bill. Then the two of us made our way back to the room.
"Thanks again for dinner Albert, I really enjoyed it."
"No problem. I'm glad you had a nice time." The elevator stopped on the 8th floor and I pulled the key card from my wallet to open the door. I had left the air conditioner on so it was still nice and cool inside. I was the first one in and Oliver shut the door behind us.
"Wanna shower?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Sure, why not?"
We kicked off our shoes and stripped off what little clothing we had. I grabbed some soap and shampoo and then walked into the bathroom. Oliver had already turned on the water and pulled me into the shower as I walked in. The water was warm, and it felt great rolling over my still achy muscles. Oliver wrapped his arms up around my neck and pressed his thin lips against mine. His tongue parted my lips and crawled down my mouth. I slowly sucked on his tongue a few times before I moved my own tongue into his mouth. After a few minutes of tongue wrestling in each other's embrace, we separated and I grabbed the soap. I started with his back, chest, and arms and then moved down to his legs as I worked up a good lather on him. I took my left hand and ran it up and down his ass crack. I let my fingers rub the edge of his rosebud to relax him some. Then I cupped his soft manhood into my other hand-balls and all-and carefully massaged it as I continued to work on his crack. Oliver moaned softly. Then he reached down and stopped me.
"Please, not yet," he said. "I don't want to cum yet."
"Okay," I whispered. I got down on my knees and paid more attention to washing his beautiful German cock. I slid back the foreskin of his half hard-on and thoroughly washed the head, shaft, and balls. When I finished I stood up and he took the soap from me. He soaped me up really good and let his slender hands run over the whole surface of my body. He paid close attention to my lower regions and was careful not to squeeze my balls too hard when he washed them. I was fully hard now and pulled him in for another kiss. The water ran over our naked bodies, rinsing us off. I could feel my dick sandwiched in between our bellies and I allowed my self to move my hips just enough to make my cock slide. It felt so good. When we came up for air we finished rinsing each other and turned off the water. We stepped out and toweled ourselves dry. I reached for the clean pair of boxers on the counter but decided against it. Instead I just walked out of the bathroom naked over to the bedside. Oliver followed in suit and we both fell on the bed in a loving embrace. We kissed some more as we rolled around on the bed with each other. Our hands wandered everywhere. I reversed our position so that he was on top of me and I started rubbing his ass with two hands. His butt was smooth as silk, and I let my hands massage that area as he worked on my nipples with slicked fingers. We were both hard as hell and our dicks pressed into each other's groin.
"God I love you," he said as he broke our kiss. He sat up in a straddling position on my stomach and let his hands run over my pecks and shoulders. "And you're such a great kisser too."
"I love you too babe." Oliver smiled widely as we held each other's gaze. I remembered that gaze from the restaurant. Then, without another word he bent down and kissed me again. I wrapped my arms around him and rolled over to reverse positions again. This time I was on top so I positioned my arms on the bed on either side to keep myself propped up so that he wouldn't get crushed under my weight. I broke the mouth to mouth and started kissing his neck. I worked my way down slowly onto his chest and then to his navel. I flicked my tongue in and out of his belly button a few times before following the light fuzzy trail of hair down to his small patch of dark pubes. I brought my head up just long enough to see that Oliver had his head stretched back with his eyes closed and arms spread wide apart. I moved my face down and took just his cock head into my mouth. As I sucked slowly I played with his balls and lightly ticked his pubes with a finger. This drove him wild and I could feel his body tense a little.
"Ooohhh that feels sooo goood," he moaned in complete ecstasy. Then I took my finger and stuck it in my mouth. After it was wet I proceeded to insert it ever so slowly into his ass. "Ooohhh," he moaned as his body stiffened. I pulled off him for just a second.
"Relax," I said to him softly. "Just relax." Just then he began to settle down a little and I was able to slip my finger all the way in. I wrapped my lips around his throbbing cock, this time taking it all in. My head bobbed up and down as my finger messaged his prostate. His moans grew louder and he put both hands on the back of my head as his hips gyrated to match my rhythm. After only a few minutes of this his body tensed again and his hips thrusted up one last time before he came in my mouth. I sucked every last drop from him and swallowed eagerly. When he was done his entire body sank into the mattress and I continued to suck on his dick until it became soft.
"Thanks," he said when he finally opened his beautiful blue eyes. There was a smile on his face as he let his head fall back into the pillow.
"Any time." I crawled over and kissed him. His arms came up around me and pulled me in closer. We rolled around so that he was lying on top of my chest as we kissed. After a few minutes he slid himself down my body, letting his slender fingers glide over the lightly colored hair on my chest and torso. "You don't need to do me tonight. I'm sure you're tired," I told him as he eyed my swollen hard-on. He shot me a look of sincere puzzlement.
"After all the stuff you did for me today it's the least I can do to repay you."
"You don't owe me anything. Having you at my side is all I could want." I smiled warmly at him as he blushed slightly.
"Fine then. I love you, and I want to do this."
"Okay," I responded. Oliver brought his hand up and pushed me back into the pillow as he kissed my neck and made his way down to my groin. I was harder than I had been in days and I thought I would explode any second. Oliver wrapped a thumb and finger around the base of my dick so that the head swelled and the veins stuck out. Then he began to lick my entire shaft with his wet tongue. I felt so good and moaned in pleasure as he swallows my cock. He was able too take about 4 to 5 of my 7 inches before gagging. He just slid his warm mouth up and down on my woody as I lay there with my arms and legs stretched out on the bed. I tried to lift my hips in an attempt to fit more in but Oliver held me down and continued to work on the head of my dick. "I'm gonna cuuummm!" I said as his movements gained speed. Then, just as I was ready Oliver removed his fingers from around the base of my cock and using the palm of his hand he pushed my balls gently against my body. The sensation was great and I shot my hot load into his mouth. I must have shot about 6 strands, and I could feel some of it dribbling down my shaft and onto my balls. Oliver swallowed what he could and then licked up the rest from my crotch. I was sapped of all energy and just lay there as he crawled back up on top of me.
"How was that?" he asked.
"It was great," I said with a sigh of exhaustion. "Thanks."
"The pleasure was all mine, love." My heart fluttered when he said that. I held him on me and kissed his forehead. His eyes were so beautiful, and looking at them made me feel that I would melt. The love radiated from his eyes as I stroked his hair with one hand.
"I love you so much."
"I love you more," he said with a grin.
"Okay smart ass!" I said as I threw him off me to the side of the bed. I planted myself over him and tickled the shit out of him.
"O......Okay. Stop it p......please!" he screamed with uncontrollable laughter. "N......No! Please st...stop! I beg......you!"
"Alright, since you begged," I said with a big smile on my face.
"You enjoy that don't you?"
"Yep." I just smiled as I rolled off to allow him to prop himself up on his side.
"Come here you big lug," he said as he embraced me in a hug. "God you're so cute." I just blushed. Just feeling his body close to mine made me feel secure. I held on to him, not wanting to let go.
"You're not half bad yourself," I said with a light chuckle.
"Gee, thanks," he replied sarcastically. I hugged him tighter. "Hey buddy, not too hard."
"Sorry," I said loosening my iron grip. "I just love you too much."
"I know. Just be careful, I'm no heavyweight ya know," he said with a big grin as he eyed his own slender figure. Then we rolled so that he was lying on top of me, and he gave me a kiss. I returned the kiss and afterwards we just lay there, staring into each other's eyes. We stayed like that for a long time. He carefully put his head down on my chest as I stroked his hair. 'My angel', I thought to myself as I looked down at him. It was an intimate moment, and I wanted to remember it.
"I wish we could stay like this forever," I said.
"Me too," Oliver sighed. "Albert?"
"Yeah?"
"When do you think we'll see each other again?"
"Well, I don't know," I answered honestly. "Soon I hope. I'm sure we can work something out."
"I hope so. I can't imagine being without you for too long a time."
"I'd miss you too. But, I want you to see what you came to see first. I want you to see America, take it all in, and enjoy yourself. There's a lot to see out there, and I want you to tell me all about it."
"It won't be the same without you there." I could here his voice lower to a dull whisper.
"I wish I didn't have to let you go, but we'll be okay. I expect postcards! Lots of post cards!" I said grinning, trying to lighten the mood some. He laughed and hugged me again.
"Don't worry, you'll get plenty of post cards. I have a cell phone and a lap top too."
"See there? It's gonna be like we never left each other." We smiled widely at one another.
"I guess you're right."
"Awe, you're so cute when you smile," I said as I pinched his cheek. Oliver turned red and brushed my hand away.
"Oh stop that, you sound like my mother." I laughed at him and ruffled his hair.
"Awe man, not the hair," he whined.
"Come on, you know you like it," I said as I did it again.
"A little, maybe," he said. "Only because it's you." He smiled again and my heart melted. His smile always made me happy.
"Well, we'd better get some sleep. We've got a long day ahead of us.'
"Yeah, it's pretty late huh?" he said after looking at the clock. It was almost midnight. "Just hold me." I did just that. He turned his back to me and allowed himself to sink into my waiting grasp. His head was against my chest as I wrapped my arms around his torso ever so gently. I could feel his body heat warming my skin despite the cool air of the room. He was shivering just a little, so I reached over with one hand and pulled the covers over us.
"There we go," I whispered.
"Thanks. I feel so safe here with you."
"That's good. I'd never let anything happen to you, and I want you to believe that."
"I do. I could see it in your eyes when you held me. I trust you."
"Thanks," I replied.
"Look, I know it's been a rough time for you, with your mother leaving and all, but I want you to feel free to talk to me any time. Your troubles are my troubles, and I want to be there for you. We're a team," he said as he twisted his head back to meet my gaze.
"Team," I said slowly, taking in the full meaning of the word. "I will, you can bet on it." I kissed him on the forehead and he rested back against my chest. He was right, we were a team. And as much as I didn't want to weigh him down with my problems, I knew I couldn't handle them all alone. I had been a loner all my life. I never had many friends, I went through grade school as the object of everyone's jokes, and I always pushed people away. I had become so miserable inside that I separated myself from society and allowed all of that anger to bottle up within me. My whole life I was barraged with obstacles, and I was able to overcome them-but it was at the price of my own happiness. I felt like God had abandoned me when I needed him the most, and the older I got, the less my catholic faith seemed to help. Life had become more complicated, and I was alone to face the world. And then Oliver came along. My 'gift from above'. Maybe I hadn't been forgotten after all.
"Goodnight," I said.
"Goodnight."
I held him close to my heart, feeling every breath he took as he slowly drifted off to sleep in my arms. I finally had someone to share my life with, and keeping that in mind, I fell asleep.
I hope you enjoyed this 3rd installment. There will be one more to finish off the weekend very soon. After which I will continue to write about Oliver and I. Please make comments at vader5@gateway.net; I'd love to hear from you.