Left Without Words - 19. Chapter 19

There has never been a more sensual, more erotic, sight in my current memory that could possibly compare to what I was staring at in that one eternal moment. It, quite literally, left me breathless.

Deme was all relaxed and sexy, and I felt myself getting hard as I walked back to my door to put the lock back on. Just in case. Deme grinned, "You are going to get yourself into trouble."

"I'll deal with it later." I said back to him. And I pulled my shirt off as I moved towards the bed, crawling up between his spread legs and pressing my hardness into the inviting cradle of his lap, leaning in to kiss him...and then he suddenly turned his head away from me.

With a few wiggles, he turned over on his belly beneath me and said, "No, thank you!"

I gasped. "What the...??? No, thank you?"

With a playful giggle, Deme said, "I'm not in the mood. I have headache. Hehehe!"

"Noooooo!" I whimpered, making him laugh out loud. I kissed him all over his cheek, causing him to turn his head the other way. But once I brushed some of his longish dark hair out of the way, I was given access to more of his olive colored smooth skin...and planted even more kisses on him until his fidgeting got me all hot and bothered again, his slender body vibrating with giggles the entire time. "Deme...? Hehehe, I know you want to."

Covering his cheeks with both hands now, burying his face in my pillow, he gave me a muffled, "That's not the point. You must ask nicely."

"Hehehe, ok! Pleeeeeaaaase?"

"Please what?"

"Please....baby?" I asked.

He laughed again, still hiding his face, and forcing me to find little places on the sides of his neck to kiss him instead. God, he always smelled so good. "Tell me you love me..." He sighed. And as I felt my now fully stiff inches pressed lovingly against the rising mounds of his perfectly shaped ass, I gently, almost involuntarily, pushed my hips into him, hearing him moan softly as I responded. "I love you, Deme..."

"I love you too." He whispered, and closed his eyes as he raised his hips slightly to present an even more seductive 'curve' for me to hump against as I began to dizzy myself from the sensation. I don't think I've ever humped anything more than a pillow or a sofa cushion before today, much less an actual responsive partner who enjoyed it and wanted more. But there's just something about it that comes from instinct, you know? Some sort of evolutionary mating trait that simply kicks in whenever the opportunity for the ultimate pleasure presents itself. I began to grind myself against the firm, but supple, globes of his bottom as if I had been doing it all of my life. My hips pushing, my stomach muscles tightening, my arms moving underneath my sweet Deme to grip his shoulders as I slowly increased our bodily contact. I began to breath hard, even though my movements didn't seem all that strenuous at all, and I heard Deme whimper softly as he craved for me to thrust urgently against him. We still had our pants on, of course...but I couldn't even fathom what this would feel like if we were naked right now. Skin on skin. Just sliding myself up and down the narrow cleft, feeling the pert mounds clench up on both sides of my length, increasing the sensation, tenfold. Or....wow....

Imagine if I was, like...actually inside him! His extremely tight hole, holding me tight in a constricted embrace...gripping my shaft desperately as I slid in and out of his warm tunnel, a moist collection of inner muscles suckling at my sensitive organ as we moaned each other's names in unison. A softly sung harmony that lulled us into a trance that was quickly leading us to an orgasm that was sure to rock us to our very core.

Holy shit! How did something like this never cross my mind with any kind of possibility before now? I mean...can I even suggest such a thing at this point in our exploratory relationship? I don't know. Maybe that's a part of the 'advanced class'.

I leaned in to nuzzle my nose and lips into the back of his immeasurably soft, silken, hair...in haling the sunshine warmth of it as he sighed to himself from the sensation. "Heh...tickles." He moaned.

"Does it?" I grinned. "Do you still have a headache?"

"Hehehe...I think I am aching for you in other places now." Deme had the cutest little giggle when he was feeling naughty, a gentle blush creeping into his cheeks as I leaned to the side to kiss him on the lips. "You know my weakness." He said, his accent, a soothing song to my ears. I doubt I'll ever get tired of hearing him talk to me about anything.

I felt Deme begin to roll to the side, and I rolled off of him to give him room to sit up and pull his t-shirt up over his head. I always had to hold my breath as the smooth canvas of lightly tanned gold came into view...his skin as soft and warm as the Summer sand on the beach. Then, the glorious vision of watching his shirt come all the way off...the dark strands of his longish hair cascading down to fall right back into place like magic. Lock by shiny lock. He was truly something beautiful.

Our lips connected briefly, with Deme caressing the side of my cheek, and then he smiled at me as he ran his long fingers through my red hair and pressed his forehead against mine. Don't get me wrong, I was about as hard and horny as a teenage boy could possibly be without spraining a few muscles down there, and Deme seemed to be sporting a rather visible display of excitement himself at that moment...but sometimes...it's those sweet little moments of intimacy that I always loved most about him.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked me.

"Nothing."

"I see in your eyes. Tell me. I want to know."

With a bashful giggle, I said, "You. Nothing else. Just you." And I kissed him deeply again, finally getting the thrill that I had been looking for since the last time we got to spend a few minutes alone. Which wasn't that long ago, but it still felt like an eternity to me. "I love you..." I sighed. Every time I say it, he responds in kind. We could speak the words one hundred times a day and the novelty never wears off. It's kind of cool when you really stop and think about it.

Deme was first to bend his knees and reach down to undo the button and zipper on his pants. I was quick to fumble with my own fastenings, trying to rip those things off as fast I could. Hehehe! You have no idea how amazing it feels to slide your bare legs against Deme's skin. It's a truly religious experience, I swear. I watched him toss his clothes over the side of bed to land on the floor, and I made sure to follow suit. He even took his socks off, so I did the same. And once we were both completely naked from head to toe, I was eager to turn and roll right into his embrace, our lips connecting, our tongues touching...our hands exploring the wonder and awe of our lover's body without shame. Without discomfort. Just my loving touch, palms swiping gradually over his sensual complexion as we scooted in even further to make as much physical contact as we could.

He pulled me on top of him, and slid his hands up and down my back as our passion intensified. My hips pushing themselves into him. Sinful whimpers of raw sexual pleasure passing between us with every panted breath. I wondered if he could feel the texture of the manic goosebumps that he could so easily raise on my skin. I wish I could stay here with him all day. All night. All eternity, if possible. I don't ever want to spend another wasted moment without my boyfriend in my arms ever again.

Lightly breaking our kiss, Deme looked into my eyes and whispered, "You honor me with the most incredible kisses. So very cute."

I kissed him again. "You always know how to make everything sound so awesome. Heh..."

We enjoyed the moment, but only for a minute longer. That 'ache' that he was talking about was starting to affect us both in a major way, and when I felt his tender hand take a hold of my hardness...feeling it jump and throb in his tightening grip, I reached down to take a hold of his as well. At long last...a little bit of relief.

We were making out like crazy for a moment, but as I felt the spongy tip of his foreskin wrapped snugly around his sensitive cap, I couldn't help but to open one of my eyes and try to look down at it again. Hehehe, I can't help myself sometimes. The extra skin was just kind of cool to feel and play around with. Light pinches here and there, feeling it slide up and down his inches with this soft outer covering, rolling up and over the top of it again and again as he quivered from my touch. God, that was so HOT to me!

We continued to stroke one another for a bit, and then my mouth began to water for the taste of him again. Why couldn't things always be like this? I need my own place. I really do.

I kissed Deme on his neck once again...first on one side, and then the other. Letting my lips move down to his collarbone, then to his flat chest, where I allowed my tongue to lick down to his erect nipples, giving them a gentle nibble as he squirmed and giggled quietly from the warm sensation that spread all over him. Deme buried his fingers in my hair, and I continued my way down. Kissing the pliable muscles of his stomach, my tongue darting briefly into his belly button, and then moving further until the wisps of his pubic hair brushed themselves lightly underneath my chin. Deme closed his eyes in anticipation, and I angled his rigid shaft towards my lips, getting another close up view of his uncut brilliance before sliding the skin back and parting my lips to take him inside.

Dizzy. That's what I felt when I finally got to put my lips around him again. I licked him all over, sucking as much of his unique flavor as I could off of him before being driven into a sexual frenzy. He tasted sooooo good. Even better as the added stimulation caused his boyish liquids to leak from the flared tip to puddle on my writhing tongue. I adjust myself a bit more as Deme began to wiggle slightly, and I heard him gasp slightly as he said, "Wait...let me move a little bit..."

It took a little repositioning before I was aware of what he wanted, but as he began to pull on my legs to lay the opposite way on the bed, I definitely got what he was getting at. And just as I went back to sucking him into my mouth, I felt the moist heat of his sensual vacuum enveloping as much of my twitching as it could possibly manage. At least two-thirds of it at first, and then maybe a little bit more as I felt his hand wrap around to hold on to my ass and pull me in even deeper. it's so difficult to know whether you want to give or receive more pleasure from a well orchestrated 69 with someone you love. It's almost like your brain and your body go into this intense series of shivers as the overload forces you from one extreme to the other. The way Deme's tongue slithered all over me while he held me close...it was hard for me to concentrate on giving him the same expert treatment. I mean, it was like being lost in an endless freefall with boulders tied to both ankles. I'm surprised that the slippery sensation didn't cause me to slide right off of the edge of the bed and down to the floor below. Jesus!

And, somehow, during our soft whimpers and erotic movements, I found myself rolling over on top of him again, with both of his knees raised, and my hips gently thrusting into his mouth, enjoying his heated suction like slipping into a warm bath. Meanwhile, the smoothness of his beige colored thighs were on either side of my face, and as my fingers went down to cup and caress his balls, I pulled off of his erect shaft and began to kiss, and lick, and suck, at the insides of his thighs as well. Everything about his cherished flavor was an addiction to me. I licked him from his groin muscle, all the way up his thigh, almost to the knee...but I couldn't reach. And then I'd lick my way back down again. I took a few moment to bathe his softly wrinkled sack as well, and then move back to his shaft to suck him down again...as far down to his base as I could manage.

Deme's hips raised up a few times from the mattress, and I felt both of his hands squeezing my ass tightly as he began to mirror the things that I was doing to him. Oh wow! Is THAT what it feels like to have someone lick all over the insides of your thighs??? I need to do this more often! That feels...really...really....good!

I heard a little 'snap' as Deme's toes curled up, and with a sudden sense of urgency, he pushed my hips up to free his sweet lips long enough to tell me, "Shane...I'm almost there..."

"M'kay..." I said, sucking him again.

"No! I mean...wait..."

But I didn't wait. I refused to wait. It's not like I haven't had him unload in my mouth before. Not that I claim to be a 'pro' at this or anything, but...I actually found myself really wanting this. I could tell from Deme's frantic squirming, his whimpers hitting a higher pitch as he edged closer and closer to a crashing orgasm...that this was going to be a big one for him. Maybe even bigger than last time. And I didn't want to miss it.

He definitely didn't disappoint. His cheeks clenched up so tight that both of his legs were forced to stiffen up just to hold him still. I could feel his fingernails digging into my ass, his mouth full as he held on for dear life...erupting with heated gushes of excited teen seed that hosed down the insides of my mouth with a vengeance. He must have really been turned on at that moment, because the squirts were massive...the flavor more potent. I could feel his panting breath on the back of my balls, and as I guzzled it all down as fast as I could, his pulsing shaft seemed to keep trying to pump out more. Omigod, that was intense! I never thought it would ever be possible to make Deme cum that hard and that much, but he had obviously been craving this for a while...because if he hadn't given me a bit of a warning ahead of time, I probably would have found myself fighting to keep from drowning in his erotic offering.

The thing is, I was so impressed with the taste of his boyish nectar and the weakness that assaulted his open thighs and the rest of his sexually satisfied body directly afterward...that I found myself close as well. "M'kay...you ready?" I asked, breathlessly.

"Mmmm hmm!" He said, now sucking even harder at my length, his hair tickling the insides of my thighs. And before I had much time to really experience the tightening and the build up of a mind-blowing climax...I felt the powerful spasms of my shaft, thumping a few times as a warning before the thick splashes of semen shot out of my tip and into Deme's suction, my body locked up in orgasmic bliss. It's enough to make you feel faint. I swear.

And then...near silence. With the exception of our heavy breathing, and a few young purrs of appreciation for the lovely boy laying beside us. My muscles began to unwind. My system flooded with tingles and sparkles and the undeniable recognition of time well spent. Hehehe, this is as good as we're going to feel all day, you know? And it was SO worth it. Every last second of it.

I could have honestly fallen asleep right then and there. It was only the promise of Deme's breathless kiss that gave me the energy to get u on my hands and knees and spin around to lay next to him, face to face again.

Oh wow...he was panting. Hehehe, his warm breath smelled like...a newborn puppy or something. It was so cute! He wrapped his arm around my neck while he tried to calm down, but I couldn't help myself for one second longer. I moved forward and kissed him on the lips before he could fully recover, causing him to smile lazily in return. "My beautiful Shane..."

Was that his body quivering like that...or was it mine?

"My beautiful Deme. Hehehe!"

He opened his eyes, and we began to kiss again. Deep kissing. An intimacy that you have to truly be in love to understand. "Can we lay here for a while?" He asked.

"Door's locked. Windows are closed. We're cool until we hear the front door open, I think." I told him, rubbing my hand across his chest.

"Good. This is more comfortable than I have ever been before." He grinned. "You are the special magic that I have always dreamed about. You know this, right?"

"You too." I said, kissing his chest. "You're too perfect for words. I was so scared of you at first. It was pretty crazy."

"Scared? Of me?" He asked. "Why? What did I do?"

"You're just...you're too good to be true. You know? I guess there's this weird 'survival instinct' thing that kicks in whenever you're around. It makes being around seem...I dunno....dangerous or something." I told him.

"I'm dangerous? Cool. Danger boy! That's me!" He teased.

"Not in that way, silly. Hehehe! It's like..." How do I explain it? "...It's like if I was a mouse in the house, right? And I run around scrounging for scraps and stuff...and then, one day, I come across this big piece of cheese just sitting there out in the open. Like...it's gotta be a trap, you know? That's just not normal."

"Well, believe it or not...you are not normal for me either." He smiled. "You are my cheese."

I blushed. "Stop making everything sound so cool when you say it."

"What did I do now?"

"You! And your voice, and your accent, and the way you say stuff...it's too cute! You drive me crazy! Hehehe!"

"Topsy turvy! Yes! I score another point!" He said, and we kissed again before getting our arms and legs all tangled up with one another again.

He's not just some hottie that I wanted to sleep with. And he's not just a pretty face that led me astray into an instant state of mindless infatuation either. Deme was...a dream within a dream. A wish come true. A wish that I didn't even realize that I had made to the stars above because I had no idea what I would be asking for until he showed me the light. And with remnants of his savory tang still lingering on the surface of my tongue, his limber arms and legs wrapped around me as we shared a comfortable silence between one another...I think I began to understand what love was, or at least what it could be if given time to grow and evolve into what we have now...

...And what I hope to have in the future. For as long as fate allows our playful game to continue. I'm thinking it'll be as close to 'forever' as we can manage. And I don't have a problem with that.

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY SHACK FANS!!! IT'S BEEN QUITE A RIDE, HASN'T IT?