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I was just coming out of the shower and was dressed sitting by the window when I saw Lloyd coming around the corner of the street. He was walking along, and when he saw me in the window, he smiled that smile and waved. My heart was racing, and there was a twinge in my groin that I wasn't expecting. Maybe, just maybe, I've found the happiness I've always longed for.
Wheeler's Love -- Chapter Six
Lloyd's POV
As I walked around the corner, I knew if I looked up towards Wheeler's window, he would be sitting there. Man, was I right. I smiled and waved, and then I felt the strangest feeling in my balls... a twinge I had not felt before. Could it be that this is the guy I've been looking for?
I went over to the door to the garage only to be met there by Wheeler. He was dressed in a tight t-shirt and very short shorts, and the leg of his jockey boxers was just about to stick out of the leg of his shorts. Man, he looked so good.
As we went in the door, he closed it and looked up to me as if to ask, 'Are we still as before?' Before he had a chance to ask it, I grabbed him. I hugged him with all my might and kissed him so softly that I just barley felt his lips on mine. Then he opened his lips at the same time I did to start the best tongue duel I had ever been in. To tell the truth, I have only done it with him, and this time was the best.
We broke apart to walk up the steps, and I got a look at the best butt I had ever seen. I could smell his sweet smell. I didn't know what cologne it was, but I liked it and it fit his personal scent. As we walked into the room, I could smell the candles he had lit, and the room smelled a lot better than when I left it this afternoon. But I had hopes that it would smell that way again soon!
Wheeler sat on the edge of the bed and said,
"Well, I hate to break it to you, lover, but we have to eat dinner with Uncle John and Aunt Carol tonight."
"I would eat with the devil himself if I get to spend the rest of the night with you."
This made him lighten up and smile like I have never seen.
We sat and talked about school and how we were going to have to be careful not to get caught holding hands and doing things that could give us away. We both agreed that, although it would be hard, we would have to make a real effort at keeping our hands away from each other.
We were just talking and sort of kissing lightly when the intercom came on. It was Uncle John asking if we could come down for dinner. We both said, "On our way" at the same time. We broke up laughing and so did Uncle John.
I told Wheeler that I was scared now after Uncle John had come up here, and I worried about what was he thinking now.
"Lloyd, don't worry about it. Uncle John is cool with it all."
As we entered the dinning room, his Uncle John and Aunt Carol were already seated. We sat on the left side of the table next to each other. Well, that's where they had placed our plates. It made me feel so much better.
After some small talk and some laughs, and after I had told his Aunt Carol that dinner was great, Wheeler and I cleared the table and excused ourselves to go back up to his apartment.
We entered the upstairs, and Wheeler walked over and started some soft music on the cd player. Then he walked over to me and wrapped his arms around me and whispered in my ear,
"Come here, lover."
I was on cloud nine, we swayed to the music, and Wheeler started to pull my t-shirt over my head and off. I was going to loosen my belt, but he stopped me with,
"No, no. My turn."
I smiled down at him, and I knew he was right. He pulled his shirt up out of his shorts, and I pulled it over his head -- just breaking the kiss long enough to get it over his face.
His hands went to my belt. He pulled it all the way out of the loops, unsnapped my pants and eased the zipper all the way down.
Wheeler still had the belt in his hand, and he wrapped it around me and pulled me close to him. I was feeling all sorts of things. Could I even measure up to what he wanted? Could he be happy with me? I had nowhere near what he had. Could I even make him happy?
He looked at me as if he were reading my thoughts and said,
"What is it, babe?"
Oh my God. He called me 'babe.' I was in love.
I looked at him and told him the truth.
"I don't know if I can make you happy I am nowhere near like you."
He laughed a slow laugh.
"Babe, you already make me happy. The rest is just icing on the cake."
By this time, with my belt off and my zipper down, my shorts fell to the floor and my white jockey boxers came into full view. Wheeler looked down at the bulge in them.
"Mmmm... that is really nice."
He kissed me hard on the lips, then moved over to my neck and ears as his hands were running up and down my back. I was feeling things I had never felt before, and my cock was leaking like a running faucet.
As I was tenderly kissing his neck, Wheeler slowly moved down to my left nipple and took it in his mouth... nibbling and licking it like it was a pearl. I was so hot!
His hands had been moving the whole time, and I can't even tell you all the places he was touching. He dropped to his knees and licked my inny belly button, but I pulled away because it tickled. He laughed that laugh and moved lower to run his nose into the treasure trail of hair that ran from my inny to inside my underwear.
Then he placed his mouth over the head of my still-cloth- covered cock and blew hot breath onto it. I rocketed to attention and almost shot off right then. He even sucked the juices that had started to create a very large wet spot.
His thumbs hooked the sides of the waistband, and he slowly pulled my jockeys down until my cock sprang free. His deep moan and open mouth caused my rigid hard cock to spring up toward the heavens. Beginning with the underside of my cock, he began to lick from the base near my balls all the way up the seven and a half inches to the my swollen helmet. I could see that my cock was thicker than his... but paled in length.
He stood up, pulled me from the middle of the floor and led me toward the bed. But I stopped him and did the same striping of his clothes that he had done to mine. He then laid me on the bed and got between my legs -- taking my cock in his mouth and going down on it nearly to the bottom. When he almost gagged, he hesitated a second, swallowed and took it the rest of the way. I was amazed that this was his first time. He was so good.
After using his tongue and lips to bring me nearly to a boil, I had to have him stop and pulled him up. He looked at me as if to say, 'Wasn't I doing it right?'
I whispered to him, "I don't want to cum so soon, and if you keep that it, I won't last another minute!"
He smiled, and we began to kiss. I could taste my pre-cum on his lips and tongue, and I knew I liked it as much as he did. As we lay there kissing and nibbling on each other, we were slowly grinding our hard cocks against each other. It felt like nothing I have ever done before.
We started to go lower and lower on each other -- only to swing around and get into the classic sixty-nine position. I took his now very shiny and leaking cock into my mouth as he did the same. We were moaning and sucking like rabid dogs starving for each other. I was licking his nuts, and he was following my every move. I could almost get him all the way in my mouth, and then finally, at one point, I had all nine inches down, and encased by, my throat. The low, guttural moan he let out was divine.
I was getting as close as he was, and I could feel his balls pulling away as I was sucking first one then the other into my mouth. I had just gotten back to sucking his incredibly big cock when I felt it swell up even more in my mouth. I suspected I knew what this meant, and I backed off a bit so as to leave just the head and the upper length of his shaft still in my frantically sucking mouth. I was rewarded with the largest load of cum I felt was humanly possible. I counted seven shots. For me, at my heightened state of electrical tension, that was all it took, and I let loose with my own roaring orgasm. He took it all.
It was after I had shot and was while I was still sucking his cock that I felt it start to swell again. I kept on going (who wouldn't?), and after a few more minutes, he let loose with a second orgasm... filling my mouth once again with another volley of his hot juices. Needless to say, that only triggered another one from me as well.
I came around to join him at the head of the bed, and we kissed... tasting each other as well as ourselves.
Wheeler put his head on my chest and slowly drifted off to sleep. I looked over to where the clock was on the night stand and only then did I realize that we had been there for almost an hour, and the music had already stopped. I pulled the comforter up to cover us, and I too drifted off to join him in blissful sleep.
I awoke to a scream, and Wheeler was crouched in the corner of the room shouting,
"NO! NO!... PLEASE STOP!... NOOOO!... PLEASE... STOP!"
He was using his arms to cover his head as if someone was savagely beating him. I jumped from the bed and ran over and grabbed him and held him close. It was no easy task as, in his nightmare, he was trying to fight me off.
I yelled, "It's me... Lloyd! Wheeler, it's me, Lloyd! Wake up!"
He slumped down, and at first a dazed, puzzled expression emerged from his fear-filled face. Then he began to sob,
"Oh... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Lloyd."
I held him tightly in my arms, with his head pressed to my breast, and gently stroked his hair.
"I'm here, babe. I'm here, and no one is going to hurt you ever again."
In the main house, John was sitting up in bed and had turned on the intercom when he heard the noise. He listened as the screaming stopped and heard Wheeler crying about how sorry he was. John listened as Lloyd comforted him, and then he flipped the intercom switch off and lay back down. Although there were tears in his eyes for this dear boy, there was also a smile on his face -- knowing that at last Wheeler was safe right where he was... in the arms of the boy who loved him beyond all measure.