Josh's Journey
By Dragonwriter
Chapter Ten- Holi-daze?
The first time I
received the anonymous note it was about a week after Kel
told me of his time in the mental hospital. I had stopped by the house to grab
my mail before going to Kel's place. The envelope was
a plain white one with a
BEWARE!
I studied it in
bewilderment. There was nothing on the backside, just the one word on the
front.
"Beware?"
I thought. "Beware of what? The ides of March? Stampeding holiday shoppers? Black
ice?" I flipped the card and envelope into the garbage and
dismissed it as a stupid prank.
The next note came
about a week later. I was home with a head cold. Kel
had plans to come over in the afternoon to feed me soup and keep me company. He
had just started a new book and was writing furiously, so I hardly saw him even
when I was at his house.
Crystal and I went
out for the mail. Tucked in between the gas bill and a credit card application was a plain white envelope with Joshua Sanclere
typed on the front. Now I was starting to feel really creeped out. I opened the envelope carefully. Inside
was another 3X5 card. The same message was typed on
it:
BEWARE!
I swore loudly.
This was getting annoying. In addition, I was getting pissed off.
“What’s up?” Mitch
asked walking into the kitchen. His blond hair was standing on end. He had
worked until closing the night before and then gone out clubbing. He had got
home shortly after sunrise pretty drunk, so I was
surprised to see him up at
“Other
than you?”
I grinned at him. He walked the couple of feet to me and kissed me, flicking
his tongue across my lips. I remembered a time when I thought scotch flavoured kisses were sweet tasting and so grown up. I
handed him the card. Mitch took it and read what was typed
on it. He turned it over.
“What the..?” He said setting his drink on the table.
“It’s the second
one. Someone is worried that I am not being cautious enough, I guess.” I
shrugged.
“I don’t like it,”
Mitch growled. “I’m callin Will.”
“Will?” I asked
puzzled.
“He’s a lawyer,”
Mitch said. "He'll know what to do." He picked up his glass and
stalked out of the room.
I knitted my brow
trying to remember if I had been told that. I had no
idea but I was willing to bet that if I asked Kel he
would say “well of course I knew that!” Mitch came
back into the kitchen holding the card by a corner. The phone was cradled between his head and shoulder. His other hand
held his glass.
“Hey! Yeah… Really? Well I enjoyed it as
well,” He glanced at me and blushed. I responded with a sneeze.
I could hear Mitch
explaining to Will what he was calling about as I walked to the bathroom to
blow my nose. When I returned to the kitchen, he was leaning against the
counter talking to Will. I tried to take the card from him but he held it up
and away from me. Mitch is only an inch or two shorter than I am but where I am
slender and broad shouldered him is solid and broad shouldered. It was like
trying to take the last potato chip away from a bear.
“Uh huh, yeah… all
right. Yes. Will do,” he listened some more. “Okay yes, see you tonight.” He
thumbed the off switch on the phone and looked at me.
“Will says to call
the police.” I started to protest but Mitch talked over my protests, “Call them
and start a paper trail. Halloween is two days away; this could be some weird
gay bashing thing.”
“That’s
ridiculous!” I said.
“Is it?! Don’t you read the papers, Josh?” He yelled. “Don’t you
remember what it was like at home?!” He waved his arms
wildly, the alcohol in his system accelerating his reactions to borderline
hysteria.
I dropped into a
chair. “Damn, I thought I left that crap behind,” I dropped my head into my
hands. Mitch came over and squatted down; he put his arms around me.
“Josh, please call
the police. I can’t lose you. And neither can Kel.”
A shudder ran down
my back. I trembled. Kel! My beautiful, fragile lover. What
would he do without me? I wrapped my arms around Mitch ignoring the smell of
scotch. He squeezed me.
“Please, Josh? Do
it,” he whispered into my hair. I nodded.
“Hey! What’s going
on in here?” My head jerked up at the sound of Kel’s
voice. “Mitch, I’ll have you know I consider copping a feel off of my man a
dueling offence!” Kel grinned broadly, as he stepped
into the kitchen. Tova surged through on his heels.
Mitch stood up
blushing. Kel came to me and wrapped his arms around
me. His grinned faded as he looked into my eyes.
“Josh? What’s
wrong?”
Mitch showed him
the card and explained what Will had told him. Kel
turned pale. His arms tightened around my shoulders.
"Josh, Mitch
is right. You need to call the police." Kel's
eyes were wide with fear. My fear I can deal with but Kel
scared was something I refused to allow to continue.
I sighed and
reached for the phone. Instead of calling the police, I dialed Alejhandro’s office. I was beginning to value his opinion
and I would feel much better if he also advised me to call the police.
Trina answered and
I asked if Alejhandro was free. She asked me to hold
on. A moment later, the phone clicked.
“Josh? What’s up?” Alejhandro’s baritone rumbled in my ear.
“I need some
advice… if that’s all right.” I said starting to felt a little foolish. Maybe I
shouldn’t have bothered him.
“Of course amigo,
that’s what I am here for. Go ahead, justify my existence,” he chuckled.
I explained about the two cards and Mitch’s concerns and what Will had told him to do.
I told him I felt weird calling the police but both Mitch and Kel wanted me to call them. He listened without
interrupting until I ran down.
“So what should I
do?” I asked finally.
Alejhandro blew out his breath. “Josh,
mi amigo, I don’t like the anonymous notes at all. Someone is hiding, someone
who for whatever reason is unwilling or afraid to confront you. It is most
probably a sign of trouble. Perhaps it won’t go any further
but frequently if a person gets away with small petty stuff, they get bolder. And that’s when things can get very nasty. At this stage,
there is probably little the police can do but where it’s
been repeated you have a pattern establishing and half of the work of finding
perpetrators of this type is in understanding their pattern of behavior. My advice? Call the police. If nothing else it will make all
three of you feel safer, especially Mitch and Kel.”
“All
right.
Thank you, Alejhandro.”
“De
nada, amigo.
Let me know what happens. Are we on for this Friday?” Alejhandro’s
voice was soft; casual as if he were asking about a
lunch date.
“Yes,” I answered
feeling suddenly much more relaxed.
“Bueno, good. If anything comes up before then, don’t hesitate to call. Even if I am not here my service can
track me down,” Alejhandro’s said.
As I hung up the
phone, I remembered that first night at Kel’s place.
I had told him almost the exact same thing when I left. It felt strange to be
on the receiving end instead of the giving end of comfort.
“Okay, you win,” I
said. “Alejhandro thinks calling the police is a good
idea.”
Kel let out his breath audibly.
I told them what Alejhandro had said about
escalation. Kel paled and trembled. I pulled him into
my lap and hugged him. I asked Mitch to get me the number for the police
department.
Mitch looked up the
number and read it out to me. I called and spoke to someone who took the
particulars and said an officer would get in touch with me shortly. I hung up
the phone and wrapped my arms around Kel feeling cold
and shaky. Not from the head cold but from the sudden feeling of being watched and no longer feeling safe in my own home. Kel wrapped his arms around me and held me.
Mitch yawned and
excused himself to go back to bed. Kel hopped up when
I asked him to, so I could go hug Mitch. We clung to each other for several
moments.
“Thanks, friend,” I
whispered.
“No problem,” he
said hugging me in return. He finished off the scotch and
waved to Kel and headed back to his room. I heard
him talking to the canines before his door closed. Tova
and Crystal returned to the kitchen.
Kel and I just looked at each
other in silence. For several minutes, the silence stretched between us like a
barrier, and then Kel grabbed the belt loops on my
pants and pulled me to him. Arms entwined around each other, we took comfort
from each other. I really hadn’t been scared until
Mitch called Will. I hated this feeling: not the scared part but rather the
feeling of loss of control. The feeling that someone else was
controlling my actions and decisions for me. That made
me want to dare this loser to meet me face to face. I wanted to defy him
and his petty tricks.
Kel’s arms tightened around me. I
stroked his back and he purred like a kitten. I tipped my head to kiss him and
jerked my head back in a sneeze. Kel snickered.
"Bruvver, thith ith gedding adoying,"
I said letting go of Kel. He grinned. Just as I got
to the bathroom to blow my nose, the phone rang. I heard Kel
answer it.
"Hello?"
He paused listening, "No, its not. He just stepped out of the room. Oh
yes, he'll be back in just a moment if that's all right." Kel called to me, "Josh, it’s an Officer Morgan."
I hurried back to the kitchen. He handed the phone to me.
The police officer
was, to my surprise, a woman. She asked me to repeat what I had told the first
officer. I told her about the first card and how I had
thought it a prank so had thrown it out and not thought of it. But now a week later there was another card. I described the
card and envelope to her.
"I wasn't very
concerned, but my room mate didn't like it and called his friend who is a
lawyer," I explained. "He said I should call the police." I
paused. "He thought it could be some weird new kind of…” I paused and
swallowed, "gay bashing."
"Well, it’s
not an MO we've identified." Officer Morgan said. "Do you have anyone
you suspect?"
"No," I
answered. "This is the first time I've been hassled since moving here
three years ago."
"Well that
says something good for us!" She laughed. "All right, give me your
personal information and I'll make a report. I doubt at this point that we'd be able to lift a good set of prints off the card. You
and your roommate have probably handled it and messed up all the prints if
there were any. But if you get another, don't open it, call me instead, all
right?" I murmured an agreement. "Also, without suspects there is
little we can do. But again, if it continues or gets worse please call me at
this number."
I wrote her name
and number on the backside of the gas bill. I told her my full name and birth
date. When I told her I was from
Kel and I seemed determined to
push the fear away. We talked loudly and quickly with too much laughter in it.
Finally, Kel looked at me and shook his head. He
grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the door. We went outside and sat on the
stoop. I put my arm around him and he laid his head on my shoulder.
"You WILL be
careful, won't you Josh?" He said softly.
"Yes," I
answered. My left hand caressed his cheek. "Whoever it is is just a coward. But I'll be
careful. I promise."
He sighed and
leaned against me. His hand stroked my leg. We stayed that way for a long time.
Not talking, just taking comfort from each other. After a long time of silence,
Kel asked about the Mama cat and I told him Mitch had
been feeding her.
“Got any plans for
Halloween?” Kel asked.
“No," I
laughed. "I haven’t celebrated it since I was about 13. Kaleb and Xan tried to get me to
go with them last year, but I declined. Stayed home and handed out treats.”
Kel grinned. “I love handing
out treats. I never got to go trick or treating, you
know. So I make up for it now by giving out the best treats!”
I shivered. There are so many things most people take for granted and
trick or treating would be one of them. It was such a ritual of childhood; I couldn’t imagine having never done it. I was
raised on a ranch, for heaven’s sake! And we
were driven into town each Halloween to trick or treat!
Kel looked up at me. “Anyway,
want to come over and help me hand them out. It’ll be fun.”
I grinned at him.
“Sure why not?”
The rest of the day
was anti-climatic. We shared lunch and made love (with a roll of TP nearby for
my nose) several times in the afternoon. In between, Kel
told me about his new book, his latest visit to the doctor and a myriad of
other little things. He was determined not to ruin the mood by bringing up the
notes again. Mitch woke up sometime around four and Will showed up shortly
after five. I told Will what Alejhandro and Officer
Morgan had said.
Will, I was informed, was a civil attorney, specializing in wills,
probate and the like, not in criminal law. But he had
talked with a colleague who had also recommended the police but had said the
same things as Officer Morgan. True to my prediction when I asked Kel if he knew Will was an attorney, he had looked at me
funny and said, "Yes, of course I knew that.” Sometimes I wondered if I
was in a permanent out of the loop pattern!
Conversation
throughout dinner centered, naturally enough, on the notes and the implication
behind them. Dinner was not the lighthearted meal it had been the last time the
four of us were together. The melancholy hanging over the table made me even
angrier with the loser who had sent the notes. I resented his/her intrusion
into my home and my life. And I was furious at him for
upsetting and scaring my friends.
There were no new
notes on the 30th much to the collective relief of everyone. I returned to work
on the 30th, feeling much better physically if not emotionally. I was not
scared but rather furious. I told Sam about the notes at lunch and he reacted
with outrage as well. It would not have been a good moment for someone to
stroll up and ask if I'd got anything unusual in my
mail lately. There would have been a homicide in the middle of MacDonald’s!
The 31rst arrived
clear and cold. There was a prediction of rain, but there’s
ALWAYS a prediction of rain in autumn in
Kel teased me into painting my
face and letting him braid some of Keeley’s feathers
into my hair. Looking in the mirror, I had to grin. I wondered what my
grandmother would have said if she'd been there. The
Indian heritage was NOT a source of pride to her.
“Had I thought of
it sooner, I’d have hit Goodwill looking for a fringed suede jacket,” he
commented as he painted my face. “Josh! Don’t wrinkle
you nose like that. Now you have dots instead of a stripe on your nose.” He
sighed and repaired the stripe.
When he finished painting
my face, he insisted on taking a couple of pictures. I made faces at him and he
doubled over laughing so hard he almost dropped the camera. Kel
dressed up as a pirate complete with eye patch, bandana and a fake droopy
mustache.
I watched Kel get dressed. His face was flushed and he was obviously
as excited as a child. My heart went out to him. So
many parts of childhood, he had missed out on! I
wondered suddenly what kind of father he would be… and felt another kind of
sadness that I would never know the answer to that question.
“You know, winter
starts earlier back home,” I said leaning back on a pillow. “And really,
compared to home,
Kel laughed and I continued,
“So, of course, large families do the hand me down routine. Which
sometimes leads to confusion... ‘Are you Rafe
or Josh? Jem! I didn’t think you were big
enough for that costume yet! Come to think of it, this IS the third time I’ve
seen that costume!’” I grinned and Kel laughed some
more.
Kel walked past the bed and I
grabbed him. I tried to kiss him but he squirmed out of my grasp and danced
away.
“Josh, stop you’ll
smear your makeup!” He got an odd look on his face and he sat down abruptly
laughing so hard he started crying.
“What?” I asked. I
slid off the bed and crawled over to him.
“Oh my God, Josh! I
never thought I’d ever tell YOU that you’d smear your makeup!” he gasped out
between peals of laughter. I grinned and laughed.
“You just wait,
mister.” I growled softly. “After the kids are home getting their sugar coma
started… Look out! I’m going to smear this makeup in places you never thought
you’d WEAR makeup!”
Kel grinned, his eyes
shimmering, “Sounds fun! My savage lover!”
The whole evening
was a riot. Kel and I lugged the TV and VCR out of
his room and set it up in the living room. I was somewhat
forcibly reminded of Kel's aversion to
extension cords when I pulled the TV out from the entertainment center and
found the slack on the cord tightly wrapped and electrical taped allowing just
enough cord to run from the TV to the plug. The VCR was similarly wrapped and
taped. While Kel carried the VCR to the living room,
I checked the clock on the bedside table: also wrapped and taped. Chills ran
down my back. I hurried out to the living room into Kel's
company.
Kel gathered up every pillow he
could find and threw them on the floor in front of the couch (“Much more
comfortable than THAT couch.”) with a couple of blankets. We curled up in the
pillows and blankets with a large bowl of freshly popped popcorn and watched
movies, taking turns answering the door. Crystal and Tova
spent most of the evening in the backyard, partly to keep Tova
from scaring the kids and partly to keep him from running out when the door
opened. Keeley dressed up as a parrot and rode on Kel's shoulder much to the delight of the children trick or
treating. The kids would shout at her and Keeley
would yell back at them. I had always enjoyed seeing the costumes and watching
the kid’s excitement but this year, it seemed even more enjoyable than ever
before.
“Mommy! There’s a REAL Indian in
there!” I heard one little girl tell her mother in a loud excited voice. “Not
just a guy with a headband on! He had war paint on and everything!” I grinned,
pleased to have made her evening and glad that she hadn‘t noticed I was wearing
jeans. When I told Kel, he laughed and said I would
be the talk of the playground tomorrow.
“Well,” I said with
a grin, “It wouldn’t be the first time!”
By about
“Josh,” he paused.
“Josh, I want to make love to YOU tonight.”
“Of course,” I
answered.” Don’t we usually?”
“No, not like
that,” he shook his head. “You lay back and let me do the work.”
“Mmm,” I murmured. Kel grinned at
me and tipped his head up.
Our lips met and
heat flowed down my chest and belly. His tongue stroked my lips and slid
between them to tease the roof of my mouth. I shivered feeling my nipples
harden. Kel’s tongue caressed my tongue. I moaned. He
twisted his head pushing deeper till he could stroke
the soft pallet at the back of my mouth with his tongue. I moaned and tightened
my arms around his waist.
Kel’s hands slid up my front.
Being shirtless already, I felt every inch of it like tiny sparks of fire. He
caressed my belly and up to my pecs. His fingers
lightly stroked my chest curving close to but never quite touching my nipples.
My head fell backwards, breaking the kiss and I moaned loudly. My hands flexed
against his back.
“Kel,” I groaned.
Kel grinned. He traced a
pattern with his index finger around my pec in ever
shrinking circles. I was on fire by now. When he finally brushed the tip of his
finger across my nipple, I thought my knees would buckle. Kel
laughed softly. He brushed my nipple again, softly stroking it with just the
tip of his finger. I moaned and shuddered. He looked at me a wicked gleam in
his eyes, then leaned forward and lightly bit the nipple.
This time my knees
did sag and I would have fallen if Kel hadn’t leaned backwards supporting my weight. The shift in
weight pulled on my nipple sending waves of pleasure cascading down my belly to
my groin. I cried out in pleasure and tightened my grip on his shoulders. Kel nibbled on first one then the other nipple. I moaned
and cried out, my head whirling from sensation. Kel's
arms around me felt like bands of fire wrapped around my body. I was on fire
and no part of my body, it seemed, was immune to the flame.
Kel eased me down to the floor
and I dropped on it pulling him down on top of me. I dragged his head back to
my mouth and for a long time we just kissed. Our tongues exploring each other,
bodies fused together in yearning. Hands caressing,
exploring, teasing each other. Kel broke off
the kiss and raised his head. His face was smudged
with paint. I reached up and rubbed at a red smear. He grinned.
"Josh,"
he said softly. "You are the best thing to happen in my life."
Tears sprang up in
my eyes and I pulled him down hard into my arms. I was just starting to roll
him over when I remembered what he said earlier. 'I want to make love to YOU
tonight'. I stopped and just held him loosely. His eyes glittered at me. I
stroked his cheek and he sighed.
Kel slid backwards off of me, stroking my cock inside my pants as he moved. I
jerked feeling a rush of fire flooding my hypersensitive cock. He stood up and
pulled his shirt over his head. It was a little large for him to give that
billowing blousy effect usually seen in old pirate movies. He dropped it
casually on the floor beside him. I was so hard by now it hurt. I wanted him so
bad.
He ran his hand
lightly up his chest, his head tipped slightly backwards. I could hear his
breathing: ragged and heavy. He looked at me, just the tip of his tongue
peeking out between his full lips. I wanted those lips on me, on my chest, my
belly; I wanted them on my cock.
"Kel, please," I moaned softly.
Kel laughed a low sensual laugh
that sent frissons of pleasure through me. He balanced gracefully, bending his
knees and leaning forward. Slowly and precisely, he started to unbutton my
jeans; his fingers rubbed my cock making my hips buck. With a little help from
me, he worked my jeans and underwear off. My cock shot straight up, drooling
for all it was worth.
Kel grinned. He hurriedly
finished undressing himself. His pretty rosy coloured cock stood at attention straining to reach me. I
stretched out and cupped it in my hand, sliding my palm along the underside. Kel moaned and shivered. He stepped backwards, his cock
slipping out of my hand. I grunted in frustration.
Kel knelt between my legs. His
hands stroked my thighs. I moaned and shuddered under the touch of those long,
delicate fingers. He wrapped his hand around my cock and slid it down to my
pubes. Kel ran the fingers of his free hand lightly
down then up my bare thighs. I moaned. Slowly he stroked my thighs. Kel continued to stroke my cock. One hand working my cock; one hand teasing my thighs.
“Oh
God, Kel!” I groaned.
My body was on
fire. Hot lava flowed through my limbs. I thrashed as he stroked my cock. I so wanted to just grab him and roll him over and bury my cock to
the hilt in his hot tunnel and only the strongest exercise of
self-control stopped me from doing just that.
Kel slid down onto his belly
and leaned forward. His tongue slid lightly across the tip of my cock. My whole
body heaved. Kel’s mouth slid down my cock until his
nose rubbed the skin of my lower belly. I cried out; my hands gripped the
blanket as I twisted in pleasure. He pulled up and slid down: over and over again, faster and faster, his tongue and mouth
a hot paradise.
“Oh
God, Oh God, Kel. Oh, Godddddd, KEL!” I cried out as my head exploded in a
firework of pleasure.
Heat and fire
flowed through my body from my cock to the tips of my fingers and toes. Wave
after wave of pleasure slammed through me. Kel
continued to work my cock. His tongue teasing and stroking
it. His fingers stroked my buttocks making me jerk and push deeper into
his throat. He pulled up til just the glans was in his mouth. He slipped his fingers into his
mouth. His fingers rubbed the head of my cock. I cried out. He sucked on both
my cock and his fingers for a minute or two then took his fingers out of his
mouth and looked up at me. His eyes were gleaming.
Kel’s head slammed down my shaft
so fast it felt like I would blast a hole in the back of his skull. I cried out
his name. His fingers stroked the crack of my butt. I shivered and raised my
butt for him. Slowly and carefully, he worked first one, then a second finger
into my hole. I groaned and shuddered. His fingers caressed my tunnel
exploring, looking. My body exploded in feeling and fire as he located my
prostate. Firmly he rubbed it and I twisted in pleasure. His mouth tightened on
my cock and he continued sucking and rubbing, until my
consciousness narrowed to the point that all I could feel was his fingers and
mouth. All I knew at that moment was Kel, his touch,
his mouth, the softness of his hair as it stroked my thighs and belly.
“Oh
God, Oh Kel. I’m cumming. I’m cumming.
I... Oh, KEEEEELLLLLLL!” I
screamed. My back arched like it was trying to fold me in half. I twisted
stiffly and started shaking as shot after shot of sweet cream sped down his
throat. I dropped suddenly deflated. The blanket under me was damp with sweat
and cool on my back.
I lay there for a
minute my head spinning. When it finally stopped, I was aware of a weight and a
cold spot on my thigh. I rose up on my elbows and looked down. Kel’s head was lying on my thigh. Tears were leaking out of
half closed eyes. They ran through a smudge of blue paint giving the tear a
crystalline look. I shifted and ran my hand through his curls.
“Kel?” I said softly.
He looked up at me
and smiled. I ran my thumb across his cheek brushing off the tear and smearing
the paint more. I squirmed downward until his head was on my chest. I hugged
him and pulled him up to my mouth, taking a long taste of myself in his mouth.
God, I wanted him so bad. He moaned softly into my mouth. I rolled him over and
cradled his head in my hands.
“Kel, my beautiful, sweet Kel,” I
whispered. “Why tears?”
“I don’t know,” Kel answered. “I’ve been so scared
this week. Scared that something would happen and you’d
be taken away from me. I haven‘t been that scared in,” he swallowed, “a very
long time.” His hands gripped my biceps. “I can’t live without you. I can’t. I can’t. I can‘t!”
“Shhh,” I soothed him. “I’m not going anywhere. No one is
going to take me away from you. EVER.”
I leaned over and
kissed him again. The taste of his mouth and the pressure of his cock against
my leg started me getting hard again. His hands buried themselves in my hair
and pulled my head closer. We devoured each others
mouths in a wave of heart exploding passion. Feathers from my hair floated
everywhere. I kissed his chin, nose, cheeks and eyes. My lips and tongue
caressed his jaw and neck under his chin. He squirmed and moaned, pulling my
hair. I worked my way down his neck to the hollow of his collarbone. He groaned
and repeated my name over and over.
Down across his
chest I kissed, taking the time to tease each nipple while Kel
twisted and sobbed under me. My lips and tongue explored his body down across
the soft hair of his belly to his thick wiry pubic hair. He moaned and
tightened his grip on my hair. I raised my head and studied his face. His eyes were slits, his mouth opened just a bit, I could hear his breathing: rough edged and deep.
I leaned down and
swallowed his cock. He let out a hoarse scream and bucked his pelvis into my
face. I grabbed his hips anchoring them to the floor. He sobbed and cried my
name. I pulled up on his cock keeping the pressure firm. Kel
went nuts, thrashing and crying, his fists pounded on my shoulders. When I
looked down, I saw smears of yellow, blue and red… the remains of my war paint
on his hips and groin.
I worked Kel’s cock over with my mouth and tongue. He thrashed and
sobbed, his hands clawing at my shoulders. Up and down I slid, increasing and
decreasing the suction. Kel moaned and gasped out my
name.
“Josh… God Josh,”
he sobbed.
I pulled off of his cock and he cried out in frustration. I rubbed Kel’s lips with my fingers until he opened his mouth and
let them slide in. He sucked my fingers as deeply as
he had sucked my cock. I moaned and my cock jerked in pleasure. I leaned back
down to Kel’s cock. The glans
was a fiery angry colour now. I swallowed it. Kel jerked, his hips slamming up into my face. I pulled my
fingers out of his mouth and slowly worked them into his hole. He cried a long
keening noise. I shivered in pleasure.
By now, Kel was so hard and on edge that it wasn’t
long before he came. With a long shriek that sounded somewhat like my name, he
shot down my throat. Shot after shot of sweet cream: I swallowed frantically
trying to keep up with the flow.
“Brain tissue?” I
thought with a wry grin.
Kel was shaking by the time he
finished shooting. I hugged him and rubbed his arms and thighs to calm the
spasms. He shuddered and looked up at me. I kissed him softly. Gently I rolled
him over spreading his legs with my knee.
My cock was well
lubed from precum and slid easily into his hole. Fire
ignited in both heads. Heat flowed down my back and thighs. Slowly I started
moving. Kel pulled my head down to his. He devoured
my mouth like a starving man. Harder and harder, I pounded into his tunnel. So
hot and tight, he was driving me nuts this time. I half sat up and pulled his
legs up so I could pound even deeper. Kel cried out,
his body twisting. I dropped back onto him and rolled over onto my back.
Gravity slammed him
down harder and I drove even deeper into him holding his hips firmly. He
gripped my wrists and babbled in pleasure. I grinned slamming him down as I
pushed up into him. He cried out incoherently.
I rolled him over
again. It wouldn’t be long now before I came. Kel was hard again as well. I gripped his ankles; his legs
feeling almost stick like in my large hands, and spread his legs wide, pounding
deeper and deeper. Kel’s prostate was taking a
beating and he was so far gone that the only sound he could make was that odd
keen of his. I looked down and the sight of my copper shaft slamming into his
rosy pink hole was all it took! I jerked and slammed in harder almost bending Kel in half. As I fell forward, I let go of his ankles. My
lips found his somehow; our tongues as entwined as our
bodies. Kel’s fingers dug into my back as he shot
again and I filled his insides with my own cream.
I was the first to
move. Raising my head, I looked down at him. Kel’s
eyes were closed, his mouth curled up in a dreamy
smile. I traced his lips softly with my fingers. How I loved that face, that
soft almost feminine face with the glittery green eyes and full-lipped mouth.
His skin so soft and creamy, for the first time I realized it was unmarked by
any blemish I could see. No freckles, moles, scars, not
anything other than smooth pale skin.
He opened his eyes.
They gleamed a bright green. Thick dark lashes framed
his eyes. I blew a soft breath across them. He smiled and sighed.
“Josh,” he said
softly. “Happy Halloween.” He grinned wickedly.
I laughed and
kissed him again. “You were right,” I grinned. “You DO give out the best
treats!”
Kel laughed and tightened his
arms around me. We laid there, together, for sometime.
Neither of us feeling the need to move. I could hear
Crystal and Tova moving around on the floor nearby.
Whiskers, the cat, jumped down from the couch. He butted at Kel
and yowled until Kel twisted around and started
scratching his ears. I rolled off of Kel and laid beside him, my chin resting on his shoulder.
Happiness pulsed through me. This was what I wanted. I was home.
Revised December
21, 2006
Yeah I’m shameless… I really meant to get this in gear and get
these up closer to the actual holiday. But hey! Now
you get a bunch to read at once!