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Chapter 30 How I got here is kind of hazy, but I know that I'm lying on my back and still fully clothed. I can't quite see what's going on because the sun is in my eyes, but I can certainly feel what's going on. Someone is lying next to me, kissing me lightly under my left ear. Happiness and contentment flow throughout my body as I feel a big, warm hand comb its way through the hair on my chest and stomach, occasionally stopping to lightly pinch one of my nipples. I turn my head to the ri
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Chapter 29 No one would ever accuse me of being the "strong, silent type." The problem isn't strength (I'm "nicely built all over" as Chad would say), the problem is that I'm not silent. In other words, I always seem to have an opinion or something to say. I've had to suppress it on many occasions, but if you give me a chance, I'll tell you exactly what I think. Since I'm not one of the strong, silent types, I've never really been able to figure out why they're so quiet. Some say that th
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Chapter 28 The quiet thudding of footsteps behind me let's me know Jeff is nearby, but we walk in silence most of the way down the path. The silence is a good thing because my head is swimming in doubts about what I've just said and done, painful memories I've dredged up once again after thinking that I had buried them deeply again last night, and thoughts about where my life is going now, if anywhere. Under these conditions, no conversation, nothing would have been possible beyond me babbli
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Perfect start to a muuuch longer story. Sure we can't convince you to hurry up and finish your current ongoing story, then start a new one around this?
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Chapter 27 As I expected, the father looks annoyed with my question. He gives me the once over, turns and looks over at Jeff, then turns back to me with a look on his face that questions why either of us would want to get involved. But after a few moments of hesitation, his face finally relaxes into a mixture of indifference and sadness, and he begins to look like he wants someone to take over the situation. "Sure, why not," he responds while taking a quick look at the picture on the camera
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Thanks for the compliments. Some of the answers you seek will be in this book, but others will be in Book 3, which is still being written. Book 3 will tie everything together, but probably not in the manner you expect. Also, hope you (and everyone else) won't hate me for a fairly long wait, because Book 3 is proving to be even tougher to write than this one was. (sigh)
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Chapter 26 The morning after a drinking binge is never a good one for me, and this one is no exception. Even though I'd taken a couple of aspirin last night before going to bed, I still have a dull, throbbing headache this morning. It starts right behind my eyes and extends straight through to the back of my head, and it hammers away with every beat of my heart. I slowly push myself into a sitting position and find that I'm still feeling a little woozy from the rum, just like I'd felt when
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Chapter 25 As we make our way off the deck and around the side of the lodge to the parking lot with Jeff's hand still holding on to my collar, I find myself suddenly very awake. Being gently manhandled by this one special guy also has me feeling elated (am I that desperate for affection?), and this feeling must have been reflected in the big grin that almost hurts my face. My mind even drifts towards thoughts of light bondage which is something I've never considered doing with another guy be
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Chapter 24 As Jeff describes it, he met Mike in court about this time of year two years ago. Jeff was a witness for the prosecution, while Mike was the defense lawyer for an obviously guilty client. Mike knew the guy was guilty and wanted to get a reduced sentence for him, but he hadn't counted on Jeff. Jeff's testimony was pretty damaging to Mike's client, especially the details around the situation that were backed by physical evidence and pictures. Mike had tried to corner him on some o
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Chapter 23 "Hey, what's up?" Jeff asks warmly as he flips open and answers the phone. I don't hear any of what Mike says on the other side of the conversation, but Jeff's side quickly gets interesting. "Uh-huh . . . Okay . . . Yeah. . . . Damn, that's not a family, that's just a group of people living together . . . Yeah. . . . Even for you that's not much sleep . . . Do you need me there? . . . Okay . . . So I'll see you Saturday morning? . . . Yeah, I'm bored. . . . Just sitting on the
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Chapter 22 I had been feeling kind of goofy and happy talking about how hot Chad and I were last night. But when I found out that someone else was in on the conversation, I felt the "you've been discovered" flash of terror rip through my body. The look on my face must have been a cross between the two feelings because Jeff and the waiter burst out laughing. Almost immediately Jeff says, "Sorry, Jim. I should have cut you off before you said that." The waiter chuckles and quickly follows
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Not only is the sex hot, the location is hot too. (Sorry but I had to say it....)
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Chapter 21 Time stands still for a moment after I hear the voice. A part of me wants to continue to cry, another part of me wants to laugh at getting caught like this a second time by the same guy, while a third part of me wants to scream, 'LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE.' However, all of these emotions are quickly dwarfed by a fourth, hugely overpowering emotion--I'm desperate, clingingly desperate, to have a warm, breathing human nearby so I don't feel so alone. Given the desperation, you'd thi
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You've got the right place for comments. There aren't many because the story is probably too personal for most readers. I just needed a place to write it down and try to get it out of my brain. Hopefully you'll like the roller coaster adventure of this story, too.
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Chapter 20 At about 10:30 I'm tired of waiting, so I decide to start the movie early. I tell myself that if he asks someday, I'll just lie to him. So I open up the box for "Brokeback Mountain" and try to retrieve the DVD itself. On top of the DVD is another note that says, "You can open the envelopes if you wish, but the only thing I really ask is that you start this at 11 and not before. For some reason, knowing that you're watching this at the same time as I am will keep me company, even
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Chapter 19 I'm gently awakened by the sound of rain on the roof of the cabin. I usually love the sound of rain, but this time I'm hating it. First, I'm cold and shivering in bed because the fire has burned out again and the cabin feels as cold as winter itself. Second, the rain makes me think I'm getting "tears from heaven" related to the break-up with Chad, and that's depressing me even more. But the third reason irks me the most: my bladder is painfully full again, and the sound of rai
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Chapter 18 I'm startled awake by a warm, wet cloth on my face, and a familiar voice breaks through the haze of my slumber and quietly says, "Ssssshhhhh, it's just me." Then with a low chuckle, he adds, "I'm cleaning you up a little since I can't seem to get your sleepy ass into the shower. And, trust me, I've tried three times already." I lie there in a haze as the hand behind the rag gently wipes my face. A small, dry towel replaces the wet rag and the hand gently dries my face. While I
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Chapter 17 (s) "Chad, there's no way we're going to do this on the deck. What if we get caught?" "We won't. No one's going to see us." "How do you know that?" "I looked earlier today. Except for the road across the creek, the deck is private from the center all the way to the right side. And you can't really see anything from the road because of the trees. So why do you think the lounge chairs are where they are on the deck?" "You put them there?" "No, silly. They were already
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Chapter 16 (s) After a few minutes, I pull away from Chad and reach for a towel to dry what hasn't already evaporated from us. After quickly toweling my chest and crotch, I slowly and deliberately wipe the fluids and sweat off his lightly furred chest and stomach, then fold the towel to a clean area and gently wipe the sweat off his face. As I look at him, my heart almost stops beating a couple of times. With his eyes closed, he's totally relaxed and that makes him look so young, too young
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We'll see. Hopefully as the story continues, you'll get more insight into the questions you're asking. If not, ask away--others may want the explanation, too.
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Chapter 15 (s) We had kept our activities light and meaningless up to this point. Then in that second when he'd said "I love you," the mood changed to one heavy and full of a commitment to each other. It was a feeling that I hadn't wanted to remember, much less extend, especially now as we separate and go our own ways. All the emotions I'd held back come rushing forward, and my eyes quickly fill with tears. Although I try to keep it all under control, my cracking voice betrays me as I quie
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Chapter 14 (s) In the flickering fire light, I look at the hairy butt before me and run my hands all over it. For some reason I can't fathom right now, I stop for a moment and silently say a short prayer. 'Lord, I know it's best for him to move on. I don't understand why it has to be now, but I know you'll let me know soon enough. But just for this one last time, please let this evening be perfect for both of us. Please make it something special that we'll never forget. Amen.' Then the
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Chapter 13 (s) Chad never breaks eye contact with me as I feel the towel drop to the floor around my feet. Instead he puts both of his warm hands on my chest and begins combing my chest hair with his fingers while the look in his eyes grows more mischievous every second. "How much longer can you stay?" I ask. He looks at the ceiling briefly and I watch his face change as he calculates the times. After a couple of seconds, he looks back at me and says "As I figure it, with the drive back
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I like the analogy. Hmmm, maybe putting on and removing bandages has been what I've been doing for the last 5+ years. And maybe posting this story has finally helped me realize I don't have to do that anymore.... Nah, just wishful thinking--all I have to do is look at the one picture of Chad I have and I'm all screwed up again.... :-)
