Disclaimer: This story, though maybe not in this chapter but in subsequent chapters, will have celebrities in it. I have no knowledge of their sexuality and this is not intended to imply their sexuality. This is all from my own mind. Scary!! People actually get a glimpse into my mind!!!
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In this story, which has been floating around in my head most of my life, you will find many universes merging, as the above copyrights reveal. I hope you all enjoy this. I appreciate any feedback that you may want to give. This story doesn't deal so much with sex, sex, sex, but more of my feelings that I struggled with and am starting to come to terms with. Part of his background is mine. I do hope that you enjoy it!!!
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Typo rectified: I received emails from several readers concerning Jack's mother. At the beginning she was named Beth and later named Sheila. Jack has two mothers, Sheila and Beth, a lesbian couple.
Author's Note: After talking with one of my readers whose opinion I value greatly, I've come to the conclusion that I can and perhaps should be a bit more explicit when describing a sex scene. So, with great care to not get too pornographic and retain the love of the moment, I embarked on writing this chapter. But, hey, it's what you have all been waiting for, hasn't it? So with great anticipation, I present to you Chapter 14 Making Love With Lance.... Chapter 14 Making Love with Lance
We made it back to the house and Lance closed the door.
"How are you?"
"Tired."
"I know just the thing to help you relax. Follow me."
I went with him upstairs and down the hall. Right next to the master bedroom was another door, which led to a bathroom.
"That door leads to the master bedroom. Up here," Lance said walking across the room and up two steps to a little platform "is the bathtub."
It was a large oval tub and could easily fit two people in it comfortably. It had Jacuzzi bubble jets in it. A radio sat back into the wall and a remote control sat beside the tub, as well as several candles.
Lance turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. Then he walked up to me. "Enjoy."
As he walked away, I knew I didn't want him to leave.
"Wait," I called to him. He turned. "Join me, please."
Lance smiled and walked up to me. I took him to my mouth and kissed him pressing my tongue up to his lips. I felt the warmth of his mouth as well as the gentle caress of his tongue on mine.
We undressed each other and climbed into the tub. Lance turned on the radio and soft music played, and turned on the jets and our bodies were caressed by pressured water. We sat in the tub kissing and caressing each other, pleasuring each other's body with our fingers.
My hand ran along his body, probing him and touching him, enjoying the exploration of his warm, wet flesh. I found several places I knew I wanted to return to. At the same time, Lance was exploring my body. His hands on me sent shivers down my spine. And he touched several places I hoped he would return to as well.
The kissing, body touching and exploration went on for several minutes. I ran my finger down his cheek, his neck, and his chest and outlined his nipples with my fingertip. I moved and straddled his body kissing him and rubbing his body. He pushed me gently back as his kiss moved to my chin, my neck and down to my chest. I felt the passion between us mounting as he moved to one of my nipples.
We stood and, kissing each other, moved into the bedroom not even drying off. Lance grabbed the blankets and pulled them off the bed exposing only the white sheets. He laid me down and climbed on top of me kissing me the whole time. My hand moved down to his butt and began squeezing and caressing. One hand moved to his side, then to his front and I grasped his engorged cock in my hand. I began to beat him slowly feeling the wetness of the water and the sticky wetness of his pre-cum. He moaned as I worked his shaft and he kissed me more passionately.
Lance moved down and I lost my grip on his cock. He kissed my nipple and moved down to my stomach, then waist and finally to my own hardened member. His tongue ran along the side of it and up to the head. Then he opened his mouth and went down on me. He bobbed his head for several minutes, each movement sending more waves of pleasure throughout my body than the previous.
He turned his body around so that we could sixty-nine. I opened my mouth and took him into me. I felt his cock go all the way back to my throat and I couldn't control my gag reflex. I wanted him all the way in my mouth but my mouth was not cooperating. His ministrations encouraged me to try harder and I did. Soon I was able to take the whole thing. The secret was to make a swallowing action so it could fit down my throat and not gag me.
As we lay there and worked each other, I felt myself getting closer to orgasm. I moaned loud and shot...wave after wave flowed through me as my lover continued working me and taking what I was expelling. After several moments of orgasm, I began to calm down...as Lance slowed down. I did not stop my work on him, though, but continued. He pulled off of my cock and began licking at my butt. I knew what he was intending and adjusted myself so he could get to my hole.
Lance's tongue played around the hole and, once in a while, would come in contact with the hole and push. Then he moved to actually licking it and pushing his tongue inside me. It encouraged me to work harder on him sucking and blowing, sometimes pushing my tongue into the slit in his head. Then he pulled himself out of my mouth and turned to face me then he kissed me long and hard.
I felt his member touching my hole and I so wanted to be part of him...to be surrounded and penetrated by him.
"I love you, Lance. Make love to me."
Lance smiled and kissed me again and I felt him penetrate me. He was big...much bigger than Justin if I do say so myself. He slowly went into me until he was all the way. My body shivered as he began to make love to me. We kissed long and passionately.
This went on what seemed like eternity until I felt pressure building up in me.
"Lance, I'm going to..." and my eyes widened as I shot my load all over our chests. It must have been my muscles clenching around him that sent him over the edge because he moaned loudly and began filling my insides.
When he finally came down, he collapsed on me still inside me. We kissed and fell asleep in that position.
When I awoke the next morning, I found Lance gone. I grabbed my robe and put it on and went downstairs for breakfast. There was a note on the counter:
Eric, last night was awesome. I'm glad my first time was with you. I had to be at work at 9:00 so I left. Feel free to do whatever. I'll call you around lunchtime to see how you are doing.
Love you,
Lance
I smiled and went upstairs to shower. When I was dressed I went downstairs and ate. I explored his house and got to know the place fairly well.
The phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Eric."
"Hi, Lance. How is work going?"
"Okay. We are learning new dance moves. Pretty tricky stuff."
"I'll bet."
"I won't be able to come home for lunch because of this. But I will see you later tonight."
"Okay. Talk to you later. I love you."
"I love you, too."
I hung up the phone and sat down to skim the local paper. As I read I came across the obituaries. I hated death, always have. Sometimes I look through to see the ages of the people. Call it a weird quirk but I do. I guess it makes me feel better when it's an older person as opposed to a young person. I feel that at least they had a chance to enjoy life. When I came across a young person who died, I get very angry and sad. You never know what a life can accomplish. All life has great potential.
My mind wandered back up the steps to the black suitcase in the back of the closet. Should I put it on? Do I dare put it on in another city? Some people may be able to put two and two together. Besides, it's not like the people here in Orlando have the same problem as those in Los Angeles. In L.A. they have vampires and very weird criminals. Orlando doesn't have that kind of stuff.
I turned the page and came across a very interesting headline: "Woman Dies Of Animal Bite". I read further and discovered some of the gruesome details that entailed her death. It sounded much more like a vampire bite. I became concerned.
"But I'm not a Slayer," I told myself. "I have no right to be out there."
I folded the paper and decided to take a walk. It was a clear beautiful day. As I walked, I came across Sheila working in her yard. She was having some trouble with her wheelbarrow. One of the wheels was stuck. I decided to help her.
"Hello, Sheila. Need a hand?"
"That would be great," she answered.
I went over and helped get the wheel out.
"Thanks."
"You are welcome."
"So how did you and Lance meet?" she asked.
"We met a few months ago. I lived in Los Angeles, actually just moved there when I met him. We became friends and it developed into something more."
"That's great."
"So where is Jack's father?"
"Who knows? More like who cares? It's the same with his mother. She was a very mean-spirited person. I don't blame the government for taking him away from her."
"Do you know what their story is?"
"Sort of...but I don't want to repeat it...in case Jack were to ever hear it. He shouldn't be put into that type of situation."
"That's understandable. How long have you lived in Orlando?"
"Most of my life. I was born in Alabama but moved over here to work."
"What do you do?"
"I was working for a psychological evaluation firm...but I've set my sights on something different now. Child psychology. I want to help children who have gone through what Jack went through."
"Good field. I'm a psychologist...well, sort of. I counseled for a while and was going to school. But I moved here to be with Lance. The center I worked for paid for me to come here to attend the upcoming Children's benefit."
"That's only a few weeks away. The week of Christmas I believe. It's pretty amazing that they have so many celebrities coming in: NSYNC, Backstreet Boys, Aaron Carter, BB Mak, Celine Dion, Savage Garden, Leonardo DiCaprio...that's just to name a few. There are countless others that I'm still not sure whose coming."
"It must be a very big deal."
"Sure is. I'm surprised the Center asked me to come."
"I'm not surprised," she said with a smile.
Whatever that was about, I'm not sure. I helped her finish her work and went back home.
There was nothing to do so I checked out the garage. There was a Lexus coupe parked.
"Perhaps I can go for a drive."
I went inside and called Lance about driving the car.
"Of course you can drive it! I don't care! My things are your things!"
"We can discuss your thing when you get home tonight," I replied with a smile. He began laughing. I heard Joey ask why Lance was blushing and he responded with a 'never mind'.
I hung up and got his keys and went out the door. This was going to be fun. I can drive, but it had been a long time since I did. I got behind the wheel of the car and started it up.
It was amazing driving down the highway in Lance's Lexus. It felt good to have that freedom. As I drove around, I came across one of the Junior High Schools; I guess they are called Middle Schools now. It was just letting out and I had to wait for a bus as it was picking up children. Not a problem.
I turned on the radio and listened to BBMak singing "Back Here".
Baby set me free
From this misery
I can't take it no more
Since you went away
Nothing's been the same
Don't know what I'm livin' for
Here I am so alone
And there's nothing in this world I can do
Until your back here, baby
Miss you want you need you so
Until your back here baby
There's a feeling inside
I want you to know
You are the one and I can't let you go
So I told you lies
Even made you cry
Baby, I was so wrong
Girl, I promise you
Now my love is true
This is where my heart belongs
Cause here I am, so alone
And there's nothing in this world I can do
Until your back here, baby
Miss you want you need you so
Until your back here baby
There's a feeling inside
I want you to know
You are the one and I can't let you go
And I wonder
Are you thinking of me cause I'm thinking of you
And I wonder
Are you ever coming back in my life
Cause here I am so along
And there's nothing in this world I can do
I watched the students moving from place to place. As I watched, I noticed a woman wearing all black walk over to a student and talk to them. The child looked upset but followed her. He must have been in trouble for something from his mother.
My attention was drawn to some other children closer to the car. They were making fun of a kid...for nothing. There is never any good reason to make fun of someone. I wanted to get out of the car and start my ranting and raving about this but it didn't need to be done. The kid was smart and walked away from those making fun of him. He was clearly upset. I wish there was more that I could do. Then it hit me. I was having a plan.
The bus moved and I drove around and headed back to the house. I got in and Lance was there.
"Hi," I said with a smile.
"Hi."
"You're home early."
"Yeah. We worked our butts off with that choreographer."
"Turn around. Let me see. If they did work it off, I'm yelling at them. You had a perfectly gorgeous butt and it didn't need to be changed. As far as it being messed with, well, that's my privilege."
I got out of the car and followed Lance in.
"You tired?" he asked.
"Not really. You?"
"No. Not really. I mean, I am, but I want to show you around Orlando tonight."
"Really? Sounds like fun."
Lance smiled at me.
We went up to the bedroom.
To Be Continued...
I hope I did an okay job with the sex scene. I don't want this story to turn into a story that is solely about sex. It is about love and caring. I've been hurt by people who take love out of sex and who mistake sex for love. I can't stand to see gay men who treat sex as only an action to do to get relief. Don't get me wrong, sex is good, it feels good, and all that. What I don't like is when sex is done with many anonymous partners. Someone is bound to get hurt over it.
And, in case you didn't notice, there will be another sex scene in the beginning of the next chapter.
Tell me what you thought. Not too much character development here, but moments in here will be connected to future events. I assure you.