Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 1

hands, as I hung and cupped my head, wailing in shock to the relevance of his words, hoping that the loneliness that's plagued my life is at last ending. He bound his arms across my back, drawing me to his body, and I heard his sweet, soothing whispered words. An unknown force within caused me to fold my arms around him and lay my face against his warm bare chest, heaving gasps of hope–to end and replace the despair with his friendship.
    "Hush, my friend, you won't be lonely any more," I heard him say, barely above a whisper, placing his hand on my cheek, his other sliding across my back, my body still jolting to seizures of sobs and sniffles. "Lie with me and cry your worries out of your mind," he whispered, guiding me to the mattress to lie on my side huddled to him. He encouraged me with whispers of calming words and tender strokes of my head and back as I tugged and shuddered to the remaining streams of tears. I felt special, amazed by the respect and kindness he showed me, thanking fate that this guy materialised like a spacefic-hero into my life.
    In time, I calmed, feeling a peace creep through me, feeling safe and sheltered by his arms. In that clinch of contentment, I became aware of new emotions stirring within, my brain struggling to accept the new feelings of being wanted, of having a friend, and the sensation of his hot semi-naked body against me. I also pondered the feelings of his cock pressed to me, and the meaning of his growing hardness and prodding. Mine sure boned up in response. Never before had I experienced these sensations, nor the feeling of close horny contact with someone I liked, thinking Wouldn't life be swell if that horniness is an indication of what the future might hold .
    "Feeling better?"
    I nodded and offered a weak smile. "Thanks."
    He grinned. "My mum always used to hug me like this when I was a little codger and feeling down, and urged me to get the monsters and demons out of my system."
    I smiled, as he released his arms and slid back, letting me see his body front-on once more, this time allowing my curiosity to explore, to ogle his sexy muscly chest and belly, then sneak a glance at his more prominent bulge, as mine had grown, too. He followed my gaze and grinned. "I hope I haven't creeped you out. I can't help getting horny when I practise Hypothermia Treatment during my surf lifesaving drills either. We lie with our patients like we just did, to transfer body heat, except we train with speedos on, not baggy shorts."
    I smiled and shook my head, tempted to tell him I'd love to be one of his patients. "No, you didn't. I suppose you felt me, too."
    He laughed. "I thought I felt a few twitches. Those happen a lot, in the drills, my victims responding to my live or die treatment. I must be doing okay, for all of them have survived so far."
    I laughed and moved to sit opposite him, wanting to tell him how good getting horny with him felt, but refrained. I didn't want to shock and scare him off, even if my shyness let me.
    He looked at me, then sat up, and surprised me by saying, "You look great when you smile and laugh. Your lips look like they want to sing and the freckles on your nose and cheeks want to dance under those glinting hazel eyes." I felt a tingle run up my spine and spread over the back of my head. Is this what friendship does? I wondered. He leaned forward, nudging his knees against mine as he clasped my hand. "Will you reconsider and tell me what happened to you?"
    His question hit me hard, coming unexpectedly. I flinched and pulled my hand from his, realising he knew I lied, while wanting to scream Yes , now that I've somebody to talk to, somebody I felt I could trust, somebody to listen to me and believe me and help me. Yet, could I trust him that much, so soon after meeting him? 'Cuz if he talked and my stepdad heard about my complaints, I knew I'd be minced meat. My ingrained senses reminded me, Don't trust 'em or believe 'em or tell 'em anything . I couldn't risk telling him. My shell slammed shut. "Not now," I answered, feeling upset, knowing I disappointed myself as much as him.
    He looked blank faced, nodded, tensed his lips and looked down, making me feel bad.
    "I'm sorry," I said, curling my hand over his, "I like you and feel safe with you. One day I'll tell you, it's just that I'd feel happier if I got to know you better… I feel like that swim now, wanna come?"
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