DISCLAIMER: ----------
The following story is a continuing work of fiction depicting a consensual sexual relationshipbetween an adult male and a young male teen. Any similarities between the characters and someone in real life is purely coincidental. If you are under the age of 18, or do not approve of adult/youth relationships, or the subject matter is not legal in the area where you reside, please do not read any further. The author welcomes any comments or constructive criticisms. Pleasedirect your comments to: lmtdedition@hotmail.com
Authors Note: I would encourage you to read the first 8 parts before beginning Part 9, as this is an evolution of their story. I wish to thank all of you that have written with your appreciation and words of encouragement as this story has unfolded. If is for all of you that I write.
"What A Wonderful World" - Part 9
Part 9 ------
I don't know about you, but when most people try to sleep with someone wrapped in their arms, it is next to impossible to get comfortable. I think most people's body temperatures are such that the heat makes their skin stick together. The next thing you know you are rolling away and making yourself at home in your own little world. Not so with Kevin and me. Every time we slept together, whether it was the room temperature or what I have come to feel is our own special synergism, we wouldn't have slept well if we weren't snuggled up closely together.
It took but a millisecond once my subconcious kicked me awake to realize that Kevin's long slender erection was still resting within the moist channel where it had been when he had fallen asleep last night. I remember feeling it withdraw somewhat, as it softened just before I had nodded off, but now as he lay sleeping, his arm wrapped under mine holding me softly, the warm pleasant hardness filled me with the same afterglow feelings that it had last night. Common sense would dictate that he was just having what we boys affectionately call the good old morning "piss hardon". Hey, I had one myself at that very moment, but as I lay there contemplating whether or not to slide away from him to get some bladder relief, I could feel some stirring movements that began with a slow push of his cock deeper inside.
Have you ever been in one of those situations where you had to flip the mental coin for a decision? Well, that was what I was doing as Kevin's hips began a slow forward and backward movement, a sort of sensual gyration that clearly was driven by an inner force. It wasn't like him to just begin this without acknowledging me first, especially since we had just awoken. Or had we? Other than the slight increase in his in-and-out motions, as he used the sleeve of my loins to masturbate his cock, there were no signs at all that he wasn't still sleeping.
Believe me, this had never happened to me before. Kevin had to be dreaming, because he sure wasn't awake!! My lover was being drawn into some subconscious nocturnal erotica, wrought within the recesses of his inner mind. He was beginning an intense "wet dream" with me as both the witness and participant. The proof of that was the fact that the only movement was in his groin. The rest of his body showed very few signs of what was obviously being played out on the screen of his mind. Other than a very deep mewing noise that was lodged somewhere in his throat, and an occasional set of short quick breaths, only his cock was responding to the hidden Lothario that had seized control. I gave myself over to him, the coin toss victory was his.
For the next few minutes, I lay there marveling and wondering about what he was dreaming, then as quickly as it began it climaxed. One lone gasp, a long slow thrust and his incredibly hard shaft began to quiver and pulsate. His seed spewed forward, spilling inside me. I could feel the liquid spread further from the power of its release. He just sort of rocked his head from side to side slowly, rubbing his nose into my neck, then slowly tightened his arm around me, as he had last night, and that was it. "Man was that incredible or what," I thought to myself. The friction he had caused across my prostate had stirred my own desires, but the need to get into that bathroom, far outweighed any thoughts to the contrary. Two minutes later I pulled myself away from him, and made my way into the bathroom, sat down on the stool, leaned forward and drained both ends at once. I knew it had happened, but I still couldn't believe it.
I decided to let him sleep. Closing the bathroom door and turning on the shower, I began my morning ritual and mentally planned our day. It was still early, and I was glad I hadn't set the alarm. Twenty minutes later, I quietly entered the bedroom wearing my favorite terrycloth robe and sat down next to him, just gazing down at his wonderful face. I leaned slowly over him and felt his shallow, warm breath as it exhaled through his nostrils and entered my nose. I was inches from his eyes, when they flickered and slowly opened to greet me. A tender smile spread across his face, and his arms encircled my head and pulled my lips to his.
"Morning," he said, as he sat up and stretched like a puppy just out of his nap, yawning wide enough to count his molars, the back of his throat contracting into a perfect circle. "Gosh your hair's wet, have you already had your shower?" he asked as his slender fingers caressed my face in recognition of me already having my time in the bathroom and my duties fulfilled. "Man, I was wanting to shower together this morning too, and now I've missed it," he groaned teasingly.
"Here, I think you can use this," I grinned, handing him a still warm, moist washcloth and motioning down to his groin. His soft flaccid penis was shining brightly reflecting the mixture of his recent ejaculation and tinged with the faint traces of having been recently within me.
"What the...?" he bolted upright, his eyes locked intently on his crotch. "When did that happen?" he asked, his face looking alternately back and forth from mine to his groin, with a look of incredulous wonder. His eyes became fixed on mine, a deep questioning look on his face. I grinned wider and wider, as his questioning continued, and his face went from pink to crimson, as the rpm's of his heart went from 65 to 180, in 1.2 seconds. "Oh God," he moaned, as he jumped out of bed and stood there with the washcloth pasted to his cock, as if he was one of his younger prepubescent team mates intent on hiding himself. At that point I lost it, the laughter spewing forth with ever increasing intensity. This was one of those lifetime moments, and the few seconds it took place to unfold will be with me forever.
"Try to think about any really good dreams you had sleeping," I smiled as I gently pulled him close and kissed his forehead. "I think that might help explain it," I said. "You better get your shower, while I call the office and make plans for our trip," I said as he stood there with the most amazingly puzzled look on his face. I could almost see his mind searching its memory banks for the answer to what had happened. "Hurry up kiddo, we've got a big day ahead of us," I stated as I patted him on his butt, removed his medals from around his neck, and motioned towards the bathroom.
"Oh...uh..OK," he answered, as he turned and walked slowly away. He was still half detached trying to reason the answers as I began to get dressed.
"Don't forget to pack your toothbrush," I hollered over the sound of the shower running. "I'll finish packing and meet you downstairs when your finished," I shouted. Hearing no answer, I walked into the bathroom and repeated myself.
"Sure, OK, I'll be right down," he answered, still seemingly lost in thought. I chuckled to myself as I snapped my suitcase closed and started towards the hallway. I was halfway down the landing when Kevin's voice echoed throughout the house.
"Holy shit!! Ooohhh Jesus....Mason," he yelled, the ultimate realization having finally been worked out. I thought I was going to tumble down the spiral staircase; I was absolutely hysterical by this point. Ten minutes later as I sat on a barstool at the kitchen counter, he raced down the stairs and slid into the kitchen like homeplate was all his. I casually raised my head to be greeted with his face shining in a knowing grin.
"Figure it out, did you?" I asked, flashing a sly smile to him.
"I sure as hell did, but how did you know?" he asked, as his piqued curiosity was getting the better of him.
"Let's just say that one of us wasn't sleeping at the time," I laughed and got up and pulled him close. "It was one 'awesome' experience though Kevin; one I will never forget," I beamed. "It was me in your dream, wasn't it?" I teased as I stared into his eyes.
"You'd better believe it!!" he gushed.
"Well, it's nice to know you can have me in your dreams too," I smiled. "And it's nice that I was there at the time too," I grinned. "We sure have one special relationship," I added. "Now grab yourself something to eat while I call the office and Chicago and get reservations for tonight," I said.
As I made contact with the office, Kevin was hurriedly shoving some toast and juice into his face. I watched with wonder as he grabbed the bags and looked inquisitively at me for keys. I handed him the ones for the Explorer, preferring the high profile and extra security it provides for the long drive and city traffic. By the time I had secured the reservations to the Chicago Hilton and Towers, one of my favorite places, he was standing in the doorway jumping up and down like a kid waiting to get to his presents on Christmas morning. "Hurry, let's go," he said, as I finally hung up the phone.
"Ok...ok.. why don't you back out the car, while I drain my bladder one more time and we'll be on our way," I laughed. As I stood in the half bath relieving myself, I could hear the garage door go up and the engine racing. "Typical teen driver," I mused to myself, remembering how my father used to jump all over me for having too much lead in my foot. As I walked into the bright early morning Indiana sunshine and the garage door slid closed behind me, there sat Kevin behind the wheel, grinning ear to ear.
I walked to the driver's side and opened the door, only to be greeted with a big sensuous kiss and his glowing face. "Can I drive, please?" he asked. "Just down to the county road...not any further," he added.
I spoke not a word, but circled the front of the vehicle, my eyes never leaving his as he followed my progress. As I slipped into the passenger seat, he gave an audible "Yahooooo!!" and we were off. Fifteen minutes later and 3/4ths of the way down the county road, which I had ultimately given into his pleading to drive also, he parked on the shoulder, and we shared a hug on the side of the road and swapped places. A half hour later we were sailing north on I-65 and "sweet home, Chicago".
Now there are times when someone is talking a mile a minute and you just sort of tune out the words, but not now. Kevin didn't stop talking for more than two minutes in a stretch, as he talked about everything that popped into his head. He was just so alive. So animated and excited. Here we were, my Kevin and I....off for a romantic weekend together. I watched as the morning sun rose in the sky, the light changing his skin tones, making his face radiant in hues. I gazed at him whenever I could, and just marveled at how extraodinarily handsome he looked. I lost track of the number of times we laughed hysterically, or how often he would hold my hand in his lap, or smile at me, sometimes almost in awe. I think we both knew that we were experiencing a piece of what our life would be like together when he finally was able to come home to stay. This was the most decent and natural and wonderful way to enjoy our love. Just being in each other's presence, and knowing there was no place else that we would rather be than together.
I've had 100 mile trips that seemed to take days, but the much longer trip into Chicago seemed to go at light speed. It was still late morning when we negotiated the interchanges on I-80, caught the I-90 tollway and exited onto Lake Shore Drive. Lake Michigan was as blue as a rare Asian Sapphire, not a cloud in the sky as we turned onto South Michigan Avenue and pulled the Explorer to a stop in front of the Hilton Towers. Kevin's jaw was in a semi-permanent slack of wonder, as his head tilted back to gaze upward at the imposing building. "Awesome," was all he could manage to get out over and over, as we entered the lobby. "Don't we have to go and register?" he asked as I steered him to the special towers elevator.
"There's a special registration for guests in the suites," I grinned, and pushed 25 on the control panel. We exited on the top floor to be greeted by the warm smile of the concierge.
"Your suite is all ready Mr. Langley. We are so pleased to have the two of you with us. I am Reuben Gerard," he said. "Is there anything I can do for you, or that you require," he asked, looking at both Kevin and me, recognizing we shared equally in our stay. "What about you sir?" he said, taking Kevin's hand in greeting.
"Uh, no, not that I can think of," Kevin gushed, showing the obvious signs of being impressed.
"Then let me show you two gentlemen to your suite," Reuben said and, giving me a friendly wink, led us down the hallway to our suite. "I will be on duty until 11:00 PM tonight, and if there is anything at all I can do to make your stay pleasant, please do not hesitate to call on me," he said as he drew open the drapes, the magnificent view over Grant Park and the vast expanse of the lake beyond greeting us. I slipped a twenty dollar bill into his hand as one of the staff opened our bags and carefully unpacked our clothes, stowing everything carefully away. I was captivated by how Kevin just stood there watching the way he was being received. It was obvious he was awestruck, and I inwardly beamed that I had chosen to treat us both to such style. I wanted this getaway to be special for him. And I wanted it to signal the beginning of our independance together.
No sooner had the bellman slipped the gratuity into his pocket and closed the door behind him, leaving us at last alone, Kevin rushed across the room and jumped into my arms, wrapping his legs around my waist. The force of his movements caused me to fall backwards onto the kingsize bed, and we rolled over and over laughing like children, until our lips met and our breathing slowed, our eyes searching deep within the pools of the other. We lay there tightly embraced as our supple lips nibbled on one another, our tongues slowly making forays seeking their counterpart out. If there was ever a moment in time when the world was sheer bliss, this was it.
"What would you like to see or do first?" I asked, slowly pulling away and sitting up. Kevin lay there his arms behind his head, his eyes slowly scanning the room. "How about checking out the rest of our suite?" I teased, as his arms stretched out to pull me back in.
"Yeah, this is totally awesome,"....there he said it again. He took my hand and led me into the adjoining sitting room. The entire room was filled with opulent furnishings, the trademark cherry wood furniture reflecting the meticulous care, shining with warmth. "Mason, look at this," Kevin gushed as he swung open french doors revealing a big screen television and in-room stereo system. "Oh wow," he said as he pulled the drapes to reveal the private sun deck beyond. "I could live here forever," he gushed, then just as quickly he turned and pointedly said "except for Loch Haven of course," he smiled. "Where's the bathroom, I gotta go?" he squirmed, unconsciously tugging at his crotch as a two year-old would.
"Just off the bedroom; come on you should love this," I said, taking his hand once again and leading him into the bedroom and opening the door to the bath. "Go ahead, check it out," I laughed as his eyes widened, and he just stood there almost afraid to enter. Then as if the starter's pistol had gone off at one of his meets, he bolted inside and looked everywhere at once. "Unreal," he said as he stood next to the sunken Italian marble tub, its polished brass fixtures glowing like Midas' gold. Everywhere he turned, the warmth of brass and marble shown brightly. I don't know what impressed him most, whether it was the huge sunken tub, or the floor to ceiling glass wall that, when the drapes were pulled back, gave a magnificent view down on Grant Park and the harbor beyond, the white spires of the hundreds of sailing yachts moored within, and the never-ending calm waters of Lake Michigan stretching across the horizon. I also stood there in awe, looking out on this wonderful sight.
As I stood there watching two distant lovers embracing, as they stood on one of the seawalls, I heard Kevin exclaim loudly, "What the hell is this?" I turned to see him looking down at the two marble fixtures side by side. He had slipped his flacid penis out through his jeans and was relieving himself into the toilet and half-bending over examining the twin to his commode sans the same fixtures.
"That's the bidet," I said, placing my hand on his shoulder as he shook his penis three times, pushed his butt backward, and tucked it safely away.
"The bid...what?" he asked bending over and inspecting it more closely.
"It's for the ladies to use," I answered, silently chuckling to myself.
"Where's the lid?" he asked matter of factly, as his forehead wrinkled with obvious puzzlement.
With that question, I couldn't hold it in and began laughing. "No, no," I said. "Bidet is french for 'small horse,'" I began. "Women straddle it and wash their genitals," I explained. Now this really had him intrigued!
"But why in the world wouldn't they just take a bath like the rest of us?" he asked leaning over and looking even more closely. Now there are only a few times in my memory, when the evil streak just sort of grabbed me uncontrollably, and this was one of them. As Kevin was centered over the marble opening, I slid my foot over and pressed the brass lever on the floor next to it. What I wouldn't give to have a picture of Kevin's face as the powerful jet of water hit him squarely in the face. If his recoil had been any stronger it would have probably broken his neck! If you want a picture of a grown man falling on the floor and laughing hysterically, then you'd better snap it now.
Here was Kevin standing there with his face and shirt covered with water, the most startled look you ever saw. I had just douched my lover's wonderful face, and almost lost control of my bladder. I pulled myself up with the help of his hand, and wrapped my arms around him. Mostly to fend off a counterattack I think, but began apologizing for my actions as the humor of the moment took him over too, and, thank God, he also started to laugh. "Women straddle it and then press this lever and the stream of water washes their crotch and hole," I explained. "The French designed it for sanitary purposes," I said, all the while trying to settle down.
"Straddle it how?" he asked.
"Like this," I demonstrated, sliding my legs apart coming to rest in the appropriate postion. Now I consider myself to be a fairly astute observer, and not easily taken in. I even thought up to this point that I knew Kevin pretty damn well. But the second I squatted, I was rewarded by a blast of water to my pelvis as Kevin hit the pedal, then sprinted out of the room in hysterics. "Gotcha!" was all I caught, as I looked down at my soaked crotch. "Touche," I began laughing, the score evened and then some. It's a good thing the suite wasn't any bigger, and he wasn't any better at hiding, or the weekend might have been uneventful, as I finally dragged him still laughing from under the bed.
"You know something Mason, that's what I love about us," he said as we stood next to the bed and he wrapped his arms around me. "We love each other so much, that we can also play tricks on each other, knowing we can do it because we know the other will understand," he said. He was right of course. Part of loving is being able to to trust the other's love even in just such a way. His wisdom went way beyond his years, and it never failed to remind me of just how much we were in love.
"Well, it's time for lunch, are you hungry?" I asked. "We can go over to the Navy Pier and sample about a hundred different cuisines," I said.
"Not just yet," he sighed, as he lay his head on my chest. As quickly as the laughter faded, his need had been stirred. I often think of how closely emotions are tied together. Insanity so close to genius. Laughter so close to love. Joy so close to tears. And each can be sprung on us so suddenly sometimes, as the senses overwhelm you without warning. "Make love with me Mason, I really need you right now," he said, sliding both hands in my pockets, bringing them together and encircling my cock. I could sense his urgency, the deep welling need. In the time we had spent together we had found the responses, identified the desires of one another, and reacted each time in such an honest and loving way.
We separated our bodies, but our eyes never left each other's. Clothes were dropped at our sides, flesh exposed once again as if for the first time. I watched incredulously as his penis swelled before my eyes. We climbed to the center of the bed, and entangled our warm bodies. No one had ever aroused me like Kevin does. Nothing I had ever done, no one I had ever been with came close to the feelings I get when his long slender arms are wrapped around my back. I don't know how we communicate so well, with words never being uttered. We just seem to find the similitude of the other's thoughts as the sex begins. I know there must be a special aura that surrounds us when we make love. It shelters us, protects us, yet stimulates us to ever escalating heights.
We held each other tightly, the rhythm of our groins starting slowly, our swollen cocks pressed ever harder against each other. I could feel the initial spasms within the crown of my penis, each one releasing the clear pre-cum which served to lubricate both of us. In turn, his long slow thrusts deposited the seepage that flowed from him. I marveled at the solicitous need each time his long tongue penetrated my lips. I closed my lips around it, sucking on it like a small phallus, and he moaned and gasped, then sucked my tongue deep into his mouth, our saliva lubricating each probing action. We writhed in sensuous passion, our breathing growing deeper and deeper. My hands explored across his delicate but strong shoulders, then pulled him closer as they reached the small of his back. His skin was so soft, like the pelt of moleskin, yet warm and luxuriant. As my hand slid up over the fleshy mound of his ass, he thrust his pelvis forward and shivered expectantly.
I traced the thin line that began at the triangle in the center of his lower back, going ever so slowly downward into the trench that led to his wondrous hole. Kevin groaned and sucked in his stomach and arched his back as my finger tenderly scraped across his rose pink hairless hole. As if in a perfectly choreographed movement, we rotated our bodies, instinctively coming to rest with our cocks presented to each other, the object of our mutual desires at our mouths.
I slipped my middle finger into my mouth, wetting it profusely, then returned to the portal of his sphincter, and slowly began rotating the flesh. He pressed himself against my hand, expectant and demanding for my finger to enter. Slowly it was drawn in, swallowed by the velvet channel of his warm hole. I began gently rotating my finger, searching for the nub of his prostate, and at the moment I brushed against it for the first time, he let out a gasp and swallowed me whole. I felt his finger searching for my own hole, and shifted to give him access. He was gentle but firm and my body quaked as it slid in, and he began short coital thrusts, as he hungrily sucked my cock.
Before my eyes his long slender cock rose in all its splendor. Rivulets of egested juices coated the cherry pink cap and flowed down both sides. Save for the long thick urethra, not a vein bulged from the long slender shaft. I wanted to just savor the sight this salient penis presented. My tongue began washing across the tender skin, collecting the rich sweet emoliant. Each time my tongue flicked across the apex, his cock twitched and released even more of the wonderful fluid.
I closed my mouth and eyes, and drew him in, a slow degression until his rich brown hairs were against my lips. His musk flowed into my nostrils, the faint trace of the richer musk from his groin wafting up to my senses. Kevin pushed himself down further on my own swollen member and he began to thrust his hips. Each time his cock reached deeply I massaged his prostate and he groaned. I was lost in the passion. He did to me what I did to him. His long slender finger within me, lovingly caressed my insides, as his mouth suctioned harder and faster, demanding the release of his desires.
Kevin's body spasmed, and he froze. I felt the upswell begin as the shaft expanded in my mouth. I pulled back just holding the crown and felt it quiver. I brushed my hand over his smooth balls which had tightened so close to his groin, tugged downward sharply and slowly dragged my finger one last time across the nub of his prostate. He released me, sucked in a long breath and screamed, and the viscous fluids jettisoned upward and flooded my mouth. From sweet pre-cum to rich seminal ejecta all in one thrust. His warm semen spewed forth stimulating my senses. I held his cockhead, feeling the spurts fill my mouth, the force so strong as his orgasm wracked his body. Three, four and another, powerful shots of his milk fed me. A sixth contraction and I swallowed, the rich gift once again to become part of my body, renewing our love pact. He continued to shiver uncontrollably as the last several pulsations deposited the rest he had to give.
Before I could regain my composure, he was once more taking me in, and within seconds and without warning even to myself, I came. My mind went black as my seed erupted, and I could hear his soft long humming, the vibrations sending electric shockwaves throughout my body. Every nerve synchronized in one cataclysmic finale, and my body turned inside out. From deep within the reaches of my soul, like heat-lightning splayed across the dark heavens, my body gave up to him. I tried to gain some balance, only the back of my head and one heel touched the bed. I came with such force, that Kevin momentarily gagged as the velocity hit the back of his throat. Then he began hungrily swallowing as fast as I presented him with the expulsion of my own juices. I can never remember feeling an orgasm that held so much fluid, and he wanted all I could produce and more.
Don't ever let anyone tell you that coming down from the high isn't as wonderful as the ride, because as we lay there once again, the residue of our cum, being mixed tenderly within our mouths, the afterglow was so secure and deep. My lover and I had made love together, and that is what life is about. In our world, no need to give was greater than the others, nor the desire to take. We kissed and petted each other and reveled in the experience we had equally shared. Only the knowledge that the future would bring these same wonderful feelings time and time again, would allow us to separate and gather ourselves back to "the world", back to our special weekend.
"Well, what'll it be Kevin?" I asked, breaking the daydreaming stares we both had, as we stood with our arms around each other at the window and gazed at the crystal blue waters of the lake. "Chicago awaits," I said. "We can go to the pier, get something to eat first, then why don't you choose, whatever you want. I love everything here," I said. "We are only blocks away from so much to do. We can go to the Shedd Aquarium, the Field Museum, or the Museum of Science and Industry. Or take a leisurely walk along the 'magnificent mile' and stop when the mood strikes you," I continued.
"Yeah, I want to do it all Mason," he answered. "As long as I can do it with you," he smiled. "But I am so hungry all of a sudden," he grinned. "Lets go down to the pier and eat and then we can decide from there," he said. "I remember my mom getting mad at me for wading in this really big fountain," he laughed. "Is that around here?""
"Yes, that is Buckingham Fountain," I smiled. "And of course we can do either the Observatory at the John Hancock Center or the Skydeck at the Sears Tower too, but we should do that at night," I said. "And if you feel like a ferris wheel ride, we can always go back to the Navy pier before coming back to the hotel," I offered.
"Sounds, great to me," he gushed. "I just can't believe we are here, and more important, we are together for the next three days too," he said.
What a thrill it was for the both of us as we sat at the "Greek Express" restaurant voraciously eating the best gyros you ever tasted, and just savoring the moments. I don't know how Kevin managed to down two of them, because they are huge. "Must be that mystical hollow leg again," I thought to myself. "I've got room for some baklava for desert, what about you," I asked as Kevin was downing his second refill of Coke.
"Yes, please," he said, "but this is my treat, because Maggs gave me some money from my account and I want to take care of this," he said. As the waiter cleared our plates, and deposited the baklava and a coffee for me, I wondered what Kevin meant by "account". "What is your account' Kevin?" I asked.
"Well, Dad was an only child and my grandparents were really well off, ya know, and Dad also had a separate insurance policy that I was the beneficiary on, just in case anything ever happened to him," he explained. "So when Dad died, everything went into a trust fund for me, for my college and all, and for when I turn 21. But Mom is the trustee and can draw money from the interest for me to have in case I ever need or want anything," he explained. "I told Maggs that I didn't want you to have to be paying all the time for everything, since you and me....well you know...we are partners and all," he smiled. "Would you believe I have over $200,00.00 in the bank?" he grinned. "Nobody knows except Mom, and of course Craig, since it is in his bank, but I really never think about it, because we just get along ok, and that's why I didn't even think to tell ya before now," he laughed. "So this is my treat, and no arguments," he cackled.
I had never really thought about money and Kevin before. I didn't care if he was penniless or rich. I loved him and knew that no matter what he would be successful one day, having his own income and profession. I was in awe at how matter-of-fact he was about his inheritance, and at the same time proud that having access to money just wasn't important to him. He knew his priorities, and I am sure felt more secure knowing he would be able to support himself. But as he proudly paid for lunch and tipped the waiter for the terrific service, I felt more at ease about his contribution to our special time here together.
Following lunch we took a walk thru the 60 acres that is the pride of Chicago and then crashed in one of the Shoreline water taxis and had a leisurely ride enjoying the fresh air and sunshine. I wish you could have seen the look of recognition on Kevin's face as we approached Buckingham Fountain. He had that devil-may-care look on his face as I watched him strip off his hightops and socks, roll up his jeans, and stand calf-deep in water as he had done so long ago with Maggs. Sometimes it just helps to go back to places you have enjoyed so much, and live them over again with someone special While Kevin was a man-child in all his glory, I knew that he would never loose his enthusiasm for life, nor his sensitivity for others.
The same held true for our trip to the Field Museum. As we walked through the various exhibits, he kept telling me about this one or that one that the anthropologist Maggs had taken painstaking time to teach him about as young child. I knew that the roots of the thirst for knowledge that Kevin has, could have very well been rooted in this very place.
What suprised and please me most was his holding my hand as we walked through the tunnel under Lake Shore Drive and exited at the Shedd Aquarium. I was so glad I remembered to bring the mini-cam and captured as much of this on tape. For a Friday afternoon, the aquarium was very quiet. We even paused in the dimly lit inner reaches, and kissed tenderly twice when no one was around.
By 7:00 PM we were back in our room changing for dinner. I was thankful that Maggs had sent a sport coat and tie with Kevin. He looked absolutely stunning as we walked into the exclusive "Towers Lounge" for dinner. We had a quiet table for two with a beautiful view of the lake. As the sun set in the west, and the lake began to darken, tiny twinkles of light from all the small boats in the harbor and along the seawall were a breathtaking sight. Kevin's manners were impeccable, as we savored prime rib and asparagus tips. I even sneaked him a glass of wine, and we toasted our future while the candlelight from the table danced in his eyes. I am not sure which was more special, that candlelight dinner, or the day so far, but I knew as each minute passed, we would remember this always.
"What do you say to changing and going over to the Skydeck at the Sears Tower to finish off our day?" I asked.
"Sounds like a plan man," he said as he put both hands on his distended stomach, and proudly announced, "I don't think I could eat another bite."
Given a choice, I'll take a Chicago cabbie anyday. The ride over to the tower was actually enjoyable. Kevin slipped his hand into mine as we rode through the streets, his eyes taking in the nighttime lights. It could have been just the fact that we were together, but I tipped the older gentleman heavily as we arrived.
"Wow, I almost pissed my pants," he giggled as we exited the elevator at the top. "That thing really flies," he said. "I think my dinner is up in my chest too," he laughed as he tugged my arm, and we made our way out to the viewing area. I must admit his description was dead on. My own butterflies were taking some time to settle down.
Why is it you get this awe-inspiring feeling when you are looking at the world below from an airplane or such a magnificent building as this? Maybe it is just a gentle reminder that as individuals we are just a tiny part of the sphere we call home. If you ever saw the movie "Sleepless in Seattle", then you know the feeling I had as Kevin and I stood side-by-side, leaning as far outward as physically possible, trying to experience the view as if we were gliding over the city. I had never been up here before, and neither had Kevin. There weren't more than 8 or 9 other people there when we arrived, and as we made our way around, taking in the spectacular views, we suddenly found ourselves alone once again. I felt his strong slender arms slink around my waist, and he pulled himself up close to me. We stood there together, at peace with the world, knowing that for this moment at least....this all belonged to only us.
"There's our hotel," he said as he pointed to the Hilton in the distance. I swear to you, this is the truth. As we stood there in the quiet, I could make out the image of a heart on the side of the building, just like in that movie. "Let's go back and make love," Kevin said as he faced me and pulled my face to his. His nose was cool as it rested against mine, and his body just sort of melted against me. We had enjoyed such a wonderful day, but we both knew it wouldn't be complete, without consummating our love once again before falling asleep.
"Can you go on up ahead of me?" he asked as we strolled into the lobby back at the Hilton. "I'll only be a few minutes, I want to look through the gift shop, maybe pick up something for mom," he smiled. "Go on," he nudged at me. "I can take care of myself," he grinned. "I want to find you in that tub when I get there too," he giggled and as the elevator opened, he shook his own room key at me and waved goodbye. I think he wanted to have some independence, to show me he was capable of being his own man. The feelings I had as I rode alone to our floor were not so much my fear of his youth, but the feeling of being lonely without him.
I turned on the water in the sunken tub and lowered the lights to a soft yellow hue, opening the drapes to let the view of the city and the lights on the lake be seen. I stripped off my clothes and turned down the covers, making our love nest ready for the time we would share. I slid into the vast expanse of the soothing warm waters, flipped the switch on the whirlpool jets, adjusted the volume and leaned back. What a terrific time we had spent together today. I was so relaxed, the soft whir of the whirlpool jets almost lulled me to sleep. I wasn't even aware that Kevin had entered, until I felt his naked body slip on top of me and his arms encircle my head.
"Hi lover," he said, as his soft lips met mine. "Miss me?" he asked, as he kissed me on the nose, and then in turn on the forehead and each cheek. His eyes were so loving, and the water enveloped us in a sheath of warmth. "Here," he said, reaching over and lifting two champaign glasses and handing me one. "A toast to our future and our love," he whispered sweetly, as he clicked the crystal together, the sweet ping signaling another gentle kiss.
"How in the world did you manage this?" I asked, as he tilted my glass to my lips for me to sip the sweetness.
"Hehehehe, good old Reuben our concierge," he grinned. "I told him I wanted to suprise my lover," Kevin said, as if everyone said such things.
"You told him what?!!" I asked incredulously.
"Just what I said," Kevin answered. "By the way, Reuben's gay too," he winked and gave me another kiss. "When I told him the champaign was for me and my lover, he grinned and said 'no problem' and that he was gay too. Then he suggested we try this Cinzano Asti Spumante and wished me luck......So what do you think?" he mewed as his lips parted and a trickle of the effervescent nectar entered my mouth.
"I think there might be something else in the water now besides you and me," I laughed. "Kevin, you never cease to amaze me," I smiled. He was beaming with joy. For the next half hour we cuddled in the soothing waters, my arm behind him, his body nestled next to mine. We enjoyed the moments, the lights on the lake, the sweet champaign, and a myriad of sweet kisses."This has been an 'awesome' day,'" I said, pulling him on top of me and wrapping my arms around him once again. "I love you so much Kevin; I just don't know how I ever lived until you came into my life."
"I love you too Mason, and I will never ever leave you," he sighed, tears welling up in his eyes.
"Is something wrong?" I asked as he pulled himself away from me and stood up. His body was radiant from the heat of the water. His thick pubic mound flush against his skin.
"No, nothing is wrong Mason, I'm just so happy to have found you too," he said pulling me upward and wrapping his arms around me. "Come on, let's go to bed," he smiled, climbing the stairs from the tub. I was so grateful for the amenities of the hotel. Hanging on the hooks on the back of the door were two soft white robes. We pampered and petted each other as we stood under the heat lamp, drying each other off. I tousled his hair and he playfully grabbed at my crotch, the faint stirrings and excitement, that expectant feeling slowly rising within us.
As we walked hand in hand back into the bedroom, I could see he had prepared the room for our night. The curtains were back, offering another spectacular view, the lights were dimmed enough that we could sleep well, but still offer our bodies to each other's gazes. Suddenly, I looked down at the bed, and my attention was drawn to a slender box, wrapped in silver paper and a red bow at the end. Underneath it was an envelope, and as I reached over to pick the package up, Kevin slipped his arm around me and simply said "For you, my love."
It is difficult to explain the tremendous rush of emotion I felt as I reached for the box and card. My name was written beautifully in a perfect calligraphy style. My hands were even trembling as I held them. Kevin lay on his side in the middle of the bed and smiled sweetly as I opened the card and began to read.
The yellow parchment card, had a simple line from one of Rod McKuen's songs:
"Whenever I am alone at night, I think of you"
Then, in Kevin's wonderful words:
"For all that you are....you are all that I ever hope to be.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for always being there
for me!"
I LOVE YOU MASON!
Kevin
I just couldn't open the box without pulling him to me and holding him close. My eyes blurred, and the tears ran freely and unashamedly down my face. "Oh, Kevin, I love you so much too!!" I said. He was crying too, and we both sniffled at the same time, drawing a laugh and a sigh from us both.
"Go on, open it," he urged, placing the box back expectantly into my hands.
I carefully slipped the ribbon off, and the paper fell, revealing a white box. I lifted the lid and gazed down at an exquisite gold and platinum ID bracelet, my name in scroll script on the face. It was breathtaking!
"Read the inscription," he urged. I leaned under the light and read:
"Always lovers, Always friends - Kevin"
The dam burst. Nothing in my life had prepared me for such a moment. I had never expected anything.....never had the opportunity to suspect. I was so moved by the love that he had just expressed, I just clutched him to me and cried like a baby. "I love you more than life itself, Kevin. It is the most beautiful thing anyone has ever given me. I will cherish it always and it will always be a symbol of our love. Thank you, thank you, my love."
His delicate fingers closed the clasp and it fit perfectly on my wrist. I looked into his teary eyes, and he whispered "I love you once again!"
We didn't need more words now to share the feelings we had. We only needed each other, to be close....to be one with each other again. Kevin's penis was harder than I had ever seen or felt it as I opened his robe, and he sat up and kissed me tenderly. I was equally erect. Deep within the spirit that bound us inexorably together the ache that we felt, the good ache of love, was taking control once again.
We lay on our right sides, he spooned to me from behind. His arms were wrapped around me as we lay quietly looking out the window, out into the vast expanse that was the lake. He entered me tenderly, his sighs echoing mine. His left hand cradled my swollen penis, his other held my left hand as his fingers gently stroked the bracelet on my wrist. We rocked gently, lovingly for almost an hour, before the desire to complete our union drew his seed once again within me. My juices egested into his hand, and he brought the essence of me to his lips and suckled his fingers to savor the taste. I turned to him, and we kissed softly until the sweetness of sleep drew us slowly down. I could only hold him and cherish him, and remember his words. "Always lovers, Always friends." We slept.
Saturday and Sunday were filled with the richness of love. We spent the mornings sleeping in and making love. Room service breakfast had been meticulously prepared by our new friend Reuben. Kevin and I were like two young schoolboys off on a school class trip. I had to buy more video tape to capture everthing, as we truly did the town. A wonderfully accommodating tourist snapped our picture against the limestone background of the Old Water Tower, which had survived the Chicago fire.
We made our way through the Museum of Science and Industry, spent the goofiest of times under the nighttime stars of the planetarium, as Kevin groped me in the dark. I damn near creamed my Calvins, he had me so worked up. We had walked hand in hand on the lakefront seawall, stopping in the same place I had previously seen the two lovers, and had a wonderful embrace. I bought him a woolen sweater as we shopped along the "Miracle Mile."
Kevin found the perfect gift for Maggs, and I also bought their wedding present with Kevin's suggestions and approval, of course. We had wonderful meals of every kind, even managing to slip into the Four Seasons for their house specialty of salmon, braised in white wine served over fennel-herb risotto. The early fall weather was glorious; the city delightful as always. Each time we made love, whether in the sunken tub, in the overstuffed sofa in front of the big screen tv, or wrapped in the soft white linens and down pillows of our bed, the rapture was all consuming, the memories tucked away for a lifetime. I was so glad we stayed until checkout time Sunday. This truly was our first getaway together as lovers, and will forever be remembered that way.
The trip back went just as quickly, but we were more calm and serene as the miles flowed past. More than once Kevin's fingers again found the bracelet, and he slid his fingers under the band and then would look at me as we exchanged smiles. I even stopped at the beginning of the county road, and Kevin's smile was so wide you would have thought it was held there by paper clips and rubberbands hooked behind each ear, he was so thrilled to be taking us the rest of the way home. I think we both shared the same excitement as he turned onto the lane. Suddenly he stopped and there it was! I was thrilled that the workmen had finished as they had promised. A wide sweeping archway anchored in fieldstone at each side of the lane held up a massive wrought iron sign declaring for all time "Loch Haven". It was perfec! We were home!
"Awesome," we both said at the same time. After a moment or two of silence, Kevin sped towards the house. We unloaded the packages and made a second trip each back for the rest. "Better check my service," I said as he carefully unpacked. I dialed the office and punched in my code and began to listen to the messages. Suddenly, my secretary's voice unloaded the news that I would have to fly to Atlanta to meet the CEO of a large corporation whose account I had been courting. I listened to the instructions and realized that I would have to fly out mid-morning Monday and would not be able to return until late Tuesday night.
I broke the news to Kevin. I have to say he took it better than I did, since it meant we would have to be apart again. "I understand Mason," he said. "After all, this is your work, it's what you do....it's what you are...and besides, if I'm going to be a part of the rest of your life, I had better start getting use to it now," he smiled as he once again held me close. I had to agree that he once again saw the bigger picture better than I did. This was just another way that we seemed to compliment one another.
"You'd better check in at your house and see if there is anything from Maggs and Craig," I said. "Be sure and let her know that you will be coming home right after school tomorrow since I am having to leave town," I reminded him. It was a wonderful weekend, but felt good to be home once again. No matter how far I traveled nor wherever I slept, with the one exception of Kevin's bed, it was here I felt most at peace. As we turned off the lights and again turned on the music, we climbed the stairs together and made our way to "our" bed.
"I'm really going to miss you," I said. "I'll call you at home from Atlanta, the first chance I get tomorrow night. And I'll be back before you know it; just spend the time working in the pool and on your studies ..you've got quite a reputation now to uphold," I grinned. "I'll have plenty of time to drop you off at school in the morning and then pick up my tickets and head out."
"Quit talking and make love with me," he whispered, knowing I was already hating to be apart, my idle chatter exposing my dread at having to leave tomorrow.
I think we were both exhausted from our wonderful weekend. We had begun by slipping between the sheets and tenderly kissing and holding each other close. Our comfort level had been quickly reached, and we whispered love words as we re-lived the special moments we had shared in Chicago. I can remember quite clearly how I had been gently caressing his back, as his face was nestled up next to my neck. Then I suddenly realized he was sound asleep. I smiled and sighed contentedly, kissed his forehead and closed my eyes. In that moment in time, I knew that it didn't take sex to make us this close. Sometimes it was just the secure warmth of being there alone together that made our love so special. I felt him nuzzle up closer and hold me tenderly, and as peaceful slumber overtook me, I once again said to myself..."What A Wonderful World!"
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