New Jersey

I lay quietly, not wanting to close my eyes, not wanting sleep to rush the night to an end. A warm glow of contentment and love filled my life and surrounded me every moment. I had found my soul mate and every fiber of my being wanted to be with him forever. I tried not to dwell on the sad fact that the 60’s had passed leading us through the biggest sexual revolution in human history, but Steven and I still had to keep our love hid.
A friend of mine had let us use this little cabin in the Jersey country side. We came up here to write songs… oh yeah. Actually the original intention of our first trip here two months ago before had been to play guitar and write music. However it had quickly turned into something else. I smiled remembering the night, the first time, we had realized our true feeling for each other.
It had been a gorgeous fall evening and we came to spend the weekend. We had brought our guitars, food, and a lot of wine. Steven had cooked, showing me with great pride how his immigrant grandmother from Calabria taught him about real Italian cuisine. Two bottles of red wine later, song writing was the furthest from our minds. We had talked so much that night, sharing so much of our past. We found so much common ground. We realized that night that we would be close friends, hell best friends for the rest of our lives.
It didn’t end there though. We were both sleepy, not really drunk, but definitely giddy from the strong wine. When suddenly Steven leaned over and kissed me. It was a gentle tentative kiss, almost shy and he giggled when he got close to me. But when his lips touched mine, they were soft and warm, and he opened his mouth. I slid my tongue inside and when I felt the warm moist cavern and his own tongue brush mine, it was like a switch had been flipped. I felt a sexual desire like never before, and it was like everything in my life made sense. I am not even sure how it happened. In what seemed like an instance we were on the bed and Steven was underneath me. I had pulled his shirt open so his chest was bare against mine. His jeans were no where to be found, and him being practically naked and wiggling beneath my body weight ended all my sense of reasoning.
I had experience with women and a few men also. Steven was shyer, more arkward, and had had only one girlfriend so far and he had never been touched by a male. His panting and moaning was constant while my hands explored every inch of his body for the first time. I am not even sure he heard me whispering how gorgeous he was, how deeply I loved him. My only regret of the evening was that even though I tried to be gentle and move slow, I was having difficulty controlling my longing. Even lubricated my initial entry into Steven’s body was painful and he let out a sharp cry at that first thrust. I kissed him again covering his mouth and silencing him, as if to remind him he was mine for always.
And when I found the right rythym letting my firm head rub repeatedly across his prostate any tears of fear and protest disappeared. They were replaced with mummurs of pleasure and total surrender. I finished and collapsed against him. He pushed his own errection against my thigh. I kissed him again and looked into those dark beautiful brown eyes,apologizing for any discomfort I had caused. “Please” he whispered. That one word was all that he needed to say. I am not sure who wanted it the most as I slid down between his legs. My tongue snaked out, licking the shaft, tasting the head, before drawing the length into my mouth. His huge brown eyes actually widened, and he said afterwards that when my tongue lapped across him, the tip probing into the delicate slit, he felt like he like an electric shock went through him.
Well the first blow job I gave him left him a quivering mass clinging to me, and declaring his love. I gently cuddled him in my arms, as his breathing returned back to normal. I heard him say “ Someone loves me… someone actually loves me.. I won’t be lonely and a freak anymore” I wrapped my arms around him tighter, thanking God for sending me this sweet, vulnerable, angel into my world and into my bed. “ I will love you for the rest of my life,” I whispered to Steven.

Tonight, a quiet coolness filled the room as the last embers of the fire burned out for the night. It was snowing outside and I know we would be stuck at the cabin and underdisturbed tomorrow. I felt complete in a way I never had before. And I knew Steve and my love was true and eternal.
Steven shifted his position a bit, pressing closer to me in his sleep. I smiled as I felt the warm skin of this naked little imp against mine. I stroked his long black hair and thought about how I joked about it’s ever increasing length. I had told Steven that I wouldn’t mind if it got long enough to wrap my whole body in. Exhaustion was slowly overtaking me and I gently kissed him, thinking we would sleep through the night. As my eyes began to close I suddenly felt his hand on my stomach sliding downward till his hand wrapped around my cock. I moaned and tried to push deeper into his grasp and he let out that sexy, cute, little laugh that made want to instantly fuck his brains out no matter where we were….
“ You little monkey..” I laughed as I rolled over winding up on top of him, “You were just pretending to be sleeping.” Again that giggle. I kissed him softly, gently feeling him respond, opening his mouth. My kiss intensified. I let my lips trail down his neck to his chest, capturing one nipple between them. As my tongue teased the small nub I was rewarded with a breathless whimper out of Steven. My path continued downward, over his stomach, and he eagerly parted his legs. Poor baby, Steven was in so much pain the day after we made love the first time. I was both saddened and horrified when I found some blood on the sheets the next morning. So from then on, I went on a huge campaign to find out everything to make him relaxed and prepare his body for sex. It was difficult to get information, I mean hell we were in Jersey not San Francisco. But bringing him to an orgasm first, before I entered made him sleepy and comfortable. I learned how to stretch him out using lubricated fingers gently sliding up inside him. I loved holding him in my lap, his eyes focused on me full of love and trust, as I located his prostate and massage it till he was panting for release. I never wanted to do anything to damage that faith he had in me. So tonight I reminded him how much I loved him, whispering to him how gorgeous he was before I used my tongue to explore his cock, licking it like it was a lollipop. The rough texture repeatedly lapping at the sensitive head left him writhing on the bed. So I began sucking on him knowing he was about the get an even bigger shock. He was so enjoying me giving him head, he squealed when he felt two of my fingers penetrate him. But soon I had found that little gland and was expertly massaging it. Steven was panting and thrusting in my mouth. I worked my tongue around the throbbing organ, listening to his moans of pleasure. I enjoyed the taste of him as I followed the sensitive vein down the back before swirling over the head. I could tell by salty warm fluid leaking from small opening that it would not be much longer. And I didn’t want him to hold back. I loved when Steven came in my mouth. It filled a hunger inside me like no relationship with a woman ever had. Suddenly his thrust became very hard then he spilled cum into my mouth… a gallon it seemed. I think they heard his screams of passion all way back on the Jersey shore. I swallowed and let go of his now spent organ. His breathing slowed down and I layed my head on his thigh. After giving him a few minutes to collect himself, I positioned him on his back pulling him close to me. I lubed my self up and slowly and gently pushed myself inside of him. I didn’t want to cause him any discomfort. Since I started sleeping with Steven, for the first time in my life I seen my size as a detriment. I gave him some time to adjust before I started thrusting. I watched him, partly to gauge any discomfort. But also I never got tired of his beauty, not just his physical attributes, but the sweet innocent soul that shone through. I came finally and carefully withdrew. I drew him into my arms close, pulling the covers tightly around us against the cold. He mummured “I love you so much Bruce”, and was quickly fast asleep, for real this time. Exhaustion over took me as well and I soon joined him in dreamland.