"Hello lover," he whispered in my ear, his hot breath leaving a sweetly
miserable trail to my neck. He kissed me softly there, and I felt him smile
at the shudder I released. I couldn't breathe around him; let alone move. I
simply responded to his actions. He climbed slowly to my side, sitting on
the bed for a moment. He reached out his left hand and caressed my face;
tracing my eyes, my nose and slowly moving to my lips. His eyes seemed to be
drinking me in. He wonderingly put the tips of his fingers into my mouth,
and I clumsily kissed them, my eyes closing.
He grabbed my cock. I felt his fingers tighten roughly around it, and I gasped in pain and ecstacy, opening my eyes widely. He lay on top of me, not yet releasing my quickly hardening dick.
"You will keep your eyes open. I will not let you deprive me of your beautiful eyes," he said, as his hair - what beautiful, glorious hair it was! - fell onto my face. He forced his tongue into my mouth as he squeezed my throbbing little general tighter. He kissed me harder and harder and when I thought I could no longer take it, he pulled away, gasping for air. He fell on me, allowing his weight for a moment to rest on me.
"I've missed you so much, Taylor," he said, his eyelashes brushing against my cheek. I licked my lips, surprised to find blood there. I looked up into his blue eyes, and I was surprised to find tears there. God, how I loved this boy. This beautiful boy who could reduce me to the paralyzed body I now was, who could touch me in ways that made me writhe in pleasure and anticipation. This boy, who was in all truth a man, who loved ME. I had missed him so much.
"Am I dreaming?" I whispered.
"No, darling," he said, smiling sweetly.
I shook myself out of my comatose state and reversed positions, shoving him onto his back rather forcefully. I bit his bottom lip playfully, my hands resting his shoulders. I let my hair graze his cheek before shaking it back and away from my face.
"Hello, Scott," I said, grinning evilly. And (what I hoped) was irresistably sexy. Apparently, it was. He let out a moan and wrapped his arms tightly around me for just a sweet short moment. He grabbed my ass with his oh-so-sexy hands and pressed my already hardened-penis to his thigh. My hands, which now were behind his neck, began to tingle. I push myself up a bit, holding myself with one hand as I began to unbutton his shirt. I pushed the left side back, exposing a tender nipple. I ran my hand over his chest as he and I sighed together, he in pleasure and I in amazement. What a masculine chest. I followed the trail my hand had taken with my tongue. I lingered before the nipple and soon ran my tongue around it in small rythmic circles. To my wonder, it became quite hard. I looked up at him, and saw him staring at me in complete adoration. I smiled and kissed his cheek softly and sweetly.
"Your turn, pretty boy," he said, whispering in my ear again; a habit I will never mind. He wasn't much into foreplay. He ripped off my shorts and observed my erect penis. He nodded, smirking. He extended a finger towards it, going so slowly I was afraid I was going to orgasm before he even touched me. He stroked it EVER so slowly, using one finger at first. Then two, three and four until he had a strong grip on it. He was pumping at it in such a slow manner, I couldn't help myself. I whimpered.
"Scott.. please..." I shivered.
He nodded, smiling mischeviously. He took his hand away and for a minute I thought he'd leave me in this state. Thank God he didn't. Had he, I think I would have exploded.. in more ways than one. He put one hand on the left side of my hip and rested the other on my thigh. He bent slowly, slowly, PAINFULLY slowly to my cock, and glanced up at me one last time. He flicked out his tongue to the tip of my penis, as if experimentally and soon his mouth has encompassed me. He still went slowly; too slowly. I ripped my leaden hands into his hair and pushed him faster. I screamed as his tooth grazed my dick, a mixture of pain, pleasure and desperation. I grunted, using his hair as a leash, whipping it about to suit the speed I needed to remain conscious.
"Oh... ohhh...." I moaned, moving his head faster and faster and faster.
"FASTER!!@@" I screamed, exasperated with my own futile movements. "I'm... almost.. THERE!!!" I literally burst as Scott pulled his mouth away. He slurped up what was dripping down my thighs and grinned.
"I forgot what it was like to taste you," he said, licking the inside of my thigh. I shuddered involuntarily, arched my back for a moment and fell limp to the bed.
"Thank you," I breathed, smiling, happy at last. For the first time in months.
He looked at me apologetically.
"What..?" I asked, my expression worried.
"I'm sorry," he said, looking away, a tear streaming down his perfect face. He slowly vanished.
"COME BACK," I screamed, "YOU CAN'T LEAVE MEEE!!!!!! NOT AGAIN!!!!!" I was sobbing heavily now, screaming my throat raw. And suddenly, I was awake. I looked up out the window of my room. Tears slid down my cheeks, covering my face in dampness. I stifled a sob by biting my fist.
"Goddammit, Scott," I whispered shakily, "I miss you so much."